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Subject: {ASSM} Glory by Shooter (wife m+ IR hist)
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Date: Thu, 03 Nov 2005 15:10:02 -0500
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Glory

   Shooter3704



   (A special thanks to Gloryanna for the idea)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Jim, please help my wife disrobe." Albert slurred.

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

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

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

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

   "You're mine," the black man said softly uttering the first words she
heard him say.  "You can fight me if'n that's what you want, but I'm still
goina fuck you Missy." He moved off of her enough to get his large fingers
to her pussy.  Still smiling down at her he wet his middle finger with his
pink tongue and wiggled it around her slit.  She was as dry as a bone but
after a few more applications of spit he managed to work the finger into
her hot cunt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Fuck.fuck." she whimpered softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "I couldn't do that!" she protested.

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Chapter Two

   The next day after she had been taken, ravaged, by the big slave, Jim,
Glory was in a daze.  She was terribly confused.  Being taken by a nigger
was something that she had only heard of in whispers.  She had heard of
white women who consented and a few rumors of white women being raped by
niggers.  She had neither consented or was raped.

   Her husband had left the plantation early so she had been spared having
to face him.  Glory was honest with herself.  She could freely admit that
the act, acts, with Jim had been wonderful.  She could admit that she liked
it and that Jim had left her completely satisfied.  More so then she had
ever been in her young life.

   "Never again," she said aloud as she strolled through the flower garden
behind the mansion.  "I shall never let that happen again no matter that it
was lovely.  Glory looked up as Jane, the old cook, approached her carrying
a cup.

   "You need to drink this Miz Holmes," the old woman said handing her the
cup.  Glory took the cup and sipped.

   "Ugg, what is this terrible brew?" she demanded handing the cup back to
the old woman.

   "Herbs and things," the woman answered refusing the cup.  "If you drink
it, you won't get with child.  That Jim is a powerful man and he'll make
you with child if you don't drink that." Glory felt the heat in her flushed
face.  She shouldn't have been surprised that the old woman knew about her
and the slave.  There were few secrets on the plantation.  "You drink it
child," the old woman insisted.  "Mas'r Holmes won't be comin' back for
three or four days, but Jim, he'll be comin' around to pleasure you
tonight. You don't want no nigger child be growin' in your white belly,
girl.  You drink it." The old woman turned and waddled away leaving a
shocked and even more confused Glory to drink the bitter brew.

   "Jane," Glory called after the woman.  "You keep that Jim away from me."

   "Can't do that girl," the woman called back, continuing to move away. 
"Mas'r Holmes done said he could have you.  Ain't nothin' on God's earth
can keep that nigger from pokin' you.  Dinner goina be ready pretty soon
now.  Drink your stuff and come on in."

   A serving wench brought the noon meal to Glory and she ate alone, her
mind awash with half formed thoughts.  One thought was foremost in her
mind. Jim would be coming to her.  The nigger slave would take her again
and there wasn't anything she could do about it except flee from the
plantation.  Where could she go?  She didn't know a single soul in the
area. She looked up aware that she was being watched.  Jane was standing in
the doorway.

   "You ain't but picked at your food, child," the old slave said.  "You
got to eat to keep your strength up." Glory shook her head and pushed the
plate away.  "Girl, you ain't the first white woman to get poked by a
nigger.  You ain't goina be the last, neither.  Mas'r Holmes done said you
was goina get it from Jim and that's that.  You might as well get used to
it and enjoy it.  I ain't so old that I done forgot how a good pokin' feels
from a real man.  That Jim is sure a real man.  I seen him doin' a gal more
than once.  He's mighty good.  Give a gal a good fuckin'.  He usually get a
gal knocked-up first time."

   "But it's wrong, Mammy Jane," Glory said nearly in tears.  "It ain't
right in the sight of God or man.  My husband hasn't the right to."

   "Now you hush, girl!" Jane snapped.  "Who you to be sayin' what's right
in God's sight?  God done been talkin' to you personal?  Mas'r Holmes do
have the right and the law'll back him up if it comes to that.  You got to
do what he say, and he say that Jim gets to fuck you.  Now you ain't goina
lie to ol' Jane and say you didn't like it last night are you?  I heard you
squallin' and carryin' on.  I expect I'll be hearin' you getting a good
plowin' tonight, too.  Good God, girl," the old woman said.  "You goina be
getting some hard black meat from one of the best around.  While you're
getting your jollies tonight there'll be white women all over the country
ain't getting' nothin'.  They'll be going to bed with nothin' but their
fingers to give them pleasure.  You quit your snivilin' right now and take
what's offered to you."

   After the old woman left, Glory thought about how many times after
Ronald died she cried herself to sleep.  She remembered how many times
since she married Albert Holmes she had wanted him to take her and how
frustrated she was when he didn't.  Then she remembered how Jim had put his
mighty pecker in her and how wonderful it felt to have a stiff rod in her.
Maybe Mammy Jane was right, she thought.  There wasn't anything to do but
enjoy it.

   Jim had a special place in the hierarchy of the plantation.  Being the
stud nigger gave him status that the other slaves didn't enjoy That fact
was particularly irksome to Amos Rawlins, the head overseer.  Amos was a
mean redneck that enjoyed his duties.  He loved to make the black cower
away from him and he really enjoyed whipping them.  The fact that Jim came
and went as he pleased pissed Rawlings off and he let Jim know it.  On more
that one occasion Amos told Jim that he would whip the hide from his back
just as soon as he was no longer the owner's pet nigger.

   Of course Jim was expected to work but he could mostly pick and choose
what labor he did.  That day, long before the other worked put down their
tool, Jim quit his work.  He went to the pond and cleaned himself good. 
Jim was aware of the mean look Rawlings gave him as he left the field.  He
was looking forward to the night with the new mistress.  The first time had
been real nice and after a rocky start Glory had fallen into line and gave
as good as she got.

   Jim had long ago stopped trying to figure out white folk.  They were
just too hard to get a handle on.  Why would Mas'r Holmes give his new
young bride to another man?  That made no sense to Jim, but then most
things the plantation owner did made no sense.  Usually the man was drunk
before noon and stayed that way until he passed out.  Going off and leaving
that young prime pussy was something else that didn't make any sense but
Jim was more than willing to follow orders.  The boss man told him to fuck
the white woman until she didn't want no more fuckin' and that was fine
with Jim.

   Glory wasn't the first white woman Holmes had given him.  The first was
the old woman, Holmes's mother.  It was just after Jim came to the
plantation still a young buck and full of sap.  The old man had died
sometime before Jim arrived.  Long enough for the woman to get bitchy and
bitter.  Albert hadn't yet became a drunken sot and Jim suspected that it
was Albert's mother that drove him to drink.  Albert's mother, on the high
side of forty, took to wine for comfort but the wine didn't stop her sharp
tongue.  Albert finally got fed up with his mother's way.  Albert called
the young Jim to come to the big house and while Albert held his mother,
Jim fucked her.  Albert didn't have to hold his mother's legs open for Jim
very long.  Soon she would willing spread them herself and welcome the
young black man's cock into her pussy.  That lasted until the woman died
from some mysterious illness.  Jim, unlike Albert, was sorry to see her go.

   Albert's first wife was the second white woman Jim got.  Jim smiled as
he soaped his big cock and remembered.  'Lordy,' he thought.  'How that
bitch fought.' She never did submit to Jim's big black cock.  She scratched
and clawed the first time and every time until she took her own life some
two years later.  Albert brought a few white women home for Jim to pleasure
over the years.  Some liked it and some didn't.  Before the master got to
be such a drunk, he joined in with Jim.  Then after a while Albert just
watched and later like the night before, he didn't even watch.  Now Jim had
Glory.

   The afternoon crawled by and the sun went down with agonizing slowness
for Glory.  She bathed and put on a clean white robe and she waited in her
room for Jim to come to her.  She waited filled with dread and eager
anticipation in equal measure.  She hadn't felt so excited since her first
wedding night.  She had even trimmed the sparse blonde hair between her
legs and dabbed some of the imported French perfume on her thighs.  She
hoped that Jim would use his mouth on her as he did the night before.

   Suddenly she wasn't alone.  Jim stood in the door of her room watching
her.  Her mouth went dry but her womanly parts became wet at the sight of
him.  Wordlessly the big man strode into the room.  Glory stood on weak and
trembling legs and he took her into his arms and hugged her tightly.  She
could scarcely breath.  Then Jim bent and kissed her mouth working his
tongue into her mouth.

   Kissing like that was something Albert's mother had taught him and
insisted upon.  That deep soul kissing was working it's magic on Glory. 
Ever before Jim put his big paw on her breast she came.  Not a big one but
a climax none the less.  She came again when he put his hand inside her
gown and took her breast, tugging gently on the nipple.

   By the time he had the gown off she was soaking wet between her legs. 
Jim effortlessly picked her up and carried her to the bed where he gently
put her down.  He stepped back and removed his pants, his cock sprang free,
already semi-hard.  Glory's eyes widened at the sight of his cock.  It
seemed even larger than it had been before.  Even though the spring night
was warm, she shivered.

   It was as if her hand acted independent from her mind.  Her hand reached
out, grasped it, and stroked the large piece of man flesh.  She shivered
again feeling the hard yet silky smoothness of him.  Her finger touched the
drop of moisture that appeared at the tip.  She spread it over the head of
his cock.  Jim leaned down while Glory stroked his cock and he pulled one
leg so that she opened before him like peddles of a flower.  His big finger
caressed her pussy lips and on to her protruding clitoris that had
magically appeared, large and swollen.  Jim grasped her clit between his
thumb and forefinger and tugged at it.  Glory moaned and came for the third
time in only a few minutes.

   Jim's other hand took one of her small but firm breasts and toyed with
her nipple, causing her to moan even louder.  Jim released her clit and
eased one massive finger into her soaking wet pussy.  After a few moments
he inserted another finger and pushed both as far as they would go in her
while his thumb rubbed her clit to yet another climax.

   "What'ch want girl?" Jim asked, his voice raspy from the building
passion.  "You tell Jim what you want."

   "I want you to fuck me, Jim," Glory said, her voice also hoarse.  "I
want you to stick that big black thing in me and fuck me.  Make me feel
like a woman."

   "I goina make you feel like more woman than you ever felt before," Jim
said, pulling her legs around to the edge of the bed.  He pushed her legs
back and put his massive cock head to her opened cunt lips.  Glory grabbed
his cock and pulled him into her.  This time there was no hesitation or
ease.  He pushed his cock all the way to her cervix before he stopped. 
Glory screamed out in pure delight as he withdrew and plunged in again this
time bumping her cervix hard.  That was only the beginning.  He fucked her
over and over again all through the night.

   For the next two days and nights they only got out the bed to answer
nature's call, wash, and to eat.  Mammy Jane made sure that Glory drank the
vile birth preventive brew twice everyday.  She told Glory that as much
nigger seed as Jim was pumping into her she would need extra protection. 
Neither Glory nor Jim paid any attention to the parade of household staff
that passed the open door, delivered their meals, or brought water for them
to bathe.  It was as if Glory and Jim were alone in the world.  For Glory
it was like living in a paradise of beautiful hard black cocks.

   Mid-day on the third day of bliss, Mammy Jane woke them up.  Glory was
sleeping on top of Jim, his nearly soft cock still buried in her pussy.

   "Horse and rider comin' down the lane," Manny Jane said shaking Glory's
shoulder.  "Come on, girl.  Wake up and take that thing out of you and get
dressed."

   "Is it Mister Holmes?" Glory sleepily asked while bouncing a little on
Jim's black dick waking it up also.

   "No, I don't think it is," Mammy Jane said.  "Lord love a duck!  That is
one beautiful pecker you got, Jim.  Come on child, move yourself.  You got
company comin'."

   Reluctantly Glory raised herself off of Jims now hard cock.  She kissed
it and told him to stay right where he was until she got back.

   The rider was a portly man wearing a coat and hat that marked him as
someone special.  The badge on his vest also marked him.

   "Howdy ma'am," the man said dismounting and standing at the foot of the
steps.  "I'm Bragg County Sheriff Willard Taylor.  Damned sorry to be the
one to tell you but there's been an accident."

   "What kind of accident, Sheriff," Glory asked.

   "Got word yesterday from the Sheriff over in Williams County.  Seems
that your husband, Albert Holmes done gone and got hisself kilt.  I ain't
got all the details but anyway he's a goner." He looked up at Glory who
stood in shocked silence on the porch.  Glory was only barely aware that
Mammy Jane was standing beside her or that Amos Rawlings was standing
beside the sheriff.

   "What do you know, Will?" Rawlings asked.

   "Not much 'cept that he was playing cards and got to fussin with some
feller.  Words got heated and Albert pulled a gun and shot at the man. 
Shot a couple time the way I heard it.  Missed every time.  The other man
drew his gun and he didn't miss at all.  Kilt ol' Albert plum dead.  They
called it a justifiable shootin'.  Anyway, Judge O'Day said for me to tell
you, ma'am, that Albert got his will all fixed up right after he come back
from getting' hitched with you.  Judge said for you not to worry 'cause you
done got everything you're supposed to get.  Land and everything all nice
and legal."

   "What about his body?" Glory managed to stammer.

   "I hear it's on the way," the sheriff said.  "You need anything you just
let me know.  I'll say one thing, ma'am.  You got to be the prettiest widow
anywhere around these parts.  I suspect you'll get a lot of offers to help
out."

   "We won't be needing any help," Amos Rawlings spoke up.  "You can tell
all them ol' boys to keep their distance."

   "I mean what I said Miz Holmes," the sheriff said after giving the
overseer a hard look.  "You need anything like maybe running a loudmouth
overseer off, you let me know." He gave Rawlings another long hard look
before he got on his horse and left.

   "Get back to work mister Rawlings," Glory said to the overseer.  "I'm
sure you have plenty to do."

   "Yes ma'am.  If you're 'bout through with Jim, I could use him today,"
he said with a sneer.  Glory was sure he didn't know what Jim's duties had
been for the passed few days but he could guess.

   "You'll get along fine without Jim.  He'll be coming up to help me
arrange for Mister Holmes funeral," she answered calmly.

   Albert Holmes body arrived just before dark that day.  Out of respect
for her husband Glory sit the wake by herself with only Mammy Jane coming
into the room a few times during the night.  While Glory set with the body,
Jim put the finishing touches on a coffin made out of walnut that had been
cut on the farm.

   By noon the next day the funeral was over with.  Albert Holmes had been
laid to rest in the family centenary along side his former wife and
parents. The crowd started arriving shortly after sunup and by the time the
preacher arrived there were more than fifty mourners in attendance.  A few
were actual mourners but most came to get a look at the new widow and to
eat Mammy Jane's food.

   Several times during the event, Glory saw Jim hovering close by but
didn't speak to him.  Amos Rawlings bustled about making everybody welcome
and generally acting like the host.

   For the slaves nothing had changed.  Field work or other plantation
chores from morning till night, day in and day out.  The fact that the old
master had died meant little to them.  The only change was they all
attended the funeral, standing apart from the other mourners.  They stood
with bowed heads, hats in hand, until Rawlings declared it was time to get
back to work.

   Some of the guests stay the night and left the following morning and
soon things settled down to the usual routine.  The sheriff had been right
on the money.  Glory got several offers to help.  Some were more then an
offer, being outright proposals and a few propositions.

   ***



   One week after the funeral Glory saw Amos Rawlings headed for the big
house with a duffel over his shoulder.

   "Where do you think you are going, Mister Rawlings?" she inquired.

   "I think it's best if I move up here to the big house," he answered.  "I
need to be closer to where the decisions are being made.  Besides you need
to have a man around close to you.  All sorts of things can happen to a
young white women if she ain't got no protection.  I figured I'd take
Mister Holmes room seeing how he ain't using it now."

   "Well now, Mister Rawlings," Glory drawled.  "You might want to figure
all that again.  Unless you want your butt filled with buckshot you better
get on back to where you belong.  Unless I'm wrong you work for me and
you'll do exactly what I say.  Now get!" she yelled at the stunned man. 
"Get your scrawny ass back to the overseer's cabin and do it now!"

   With his face ever redder then his neck, Amos Rawlings slowly made his
way back down the path to the overseer's cabin he shared with two other
white overseer's.  He was seething mad at how that snip of a girl had
spoken to him.  There had been house niggers that heard what she had said
and how she had treated him.  Word would quickly spread over the entire
plantation before dark.  "Damn that woman," he muttered to himself.  "Make
a laughingstock out of me will she?  I'll show that little bitch.  As sure
as my name's Amos Rawlings, I'll have her begging for me to move in before
long.  Bitch will be beggin' for other things, too."

   ***

   "You goina have trouble out of Amos Rawlings," Jim said.  He was on top
of her, his massive cock deep in her.  Their relationship had started again
three days after the funeral.  Glory had been ready to start back that same
night, but there had been too many people around.  She wasn't too sad about
Albert Holmes.  She hardly knew him and he hadn't been very nice to her
except to die and leave her a big plantation.  After a trip into town she
found that the Holmes plantation was in very good shape.  There were no
outstanding loans and there was hard money in the bank.  Even though he was
a drunk and a gambler, Albert Holmes had taken care of business.

   "Why do you think that?" Glory asked Jim as he plunged back deep in her.
"Never mind.  We can talk about it after you finish fucking me.  Come on
big boy give it to me.  You know how much I love it.  Fuck me hard."

   "You goina have trouble out of Amos Rawlings," Jim repeated the next
morning while Jane served them breakfast.  "He already bein' mean to the
workers.  He took a little girl to his cabin and hurt her bad a couple
night ago."

   "What do you mean hurt her?" Glory asked.  "Had sex with her?"

   "Yeah, he fucked her all right," Jim answered.  "But that ain't how he
hurt her.  He used a tool on her titties and mashed them real bad.  Stuck
somethin' up her cunt, too.  He's a mean sumbitch.

   "Jim's right, Miz Holmes," Jane spoke up.  "I fixed that girl up as good
as I could, but he done hurt her real bad.  And another thing.  I seen
Rawlings sneekin' around outside a few times.  I figure he knows 'bout you
and Jim.  You goina haf to do somethin' pretty soon."

   "Mammy how could he know?  He's not been inside has he?" Glory asked.

   "No, but child when Jim here is ruttin' in you, you sure do carry on. 
They can hear you all the way down top the barn sometimes.  What Amos
Rawlings don't know for sure, he can surely guess pretty good.  You
screamin' for ol' Jim to fuck you at the top of your lungs might be a give
away.  Now you listen to me, girl.  Everybody just soon believe the worst
in folks.  Rawlings goes to takin' and folks going believe him for sure."

   "What do you think I should do about it?" Glory asked, now worried. 
Mammy Jane was right.  Folks would be quick to believe she was sleeping
with a nigger.  Word would spread like wild fire."

   "You goinna haf to do one of two things," Jane said seriously.  "You
goina haf to talk to Rawlings and see if you can make a friend out of him.
Be best to have him in the tent pissin' outside than outside, pissin' in."

   "What's the other thing?" Glory asked, hoping it was better than getting
cozy with Rawlings.

   "Kill him," Jim answered.  "That 'bout all your choices, Glory."

   "I don't want to be responsible for a man dieing," Glory said.  "I can't
do that."

   "Then you goina haf to get real friendly with Amos Rawlings," Jane said
abruptly.  "And I know you know what that means.  You goina haf to let that
white man get between your legs some."

   "Mammy's right," Jim spoke up.  "You goina haf to give that man some
your pussy to keep him quiet."

   "That's right," Jane said.  "And you better not be too slow to do it
either.  Rawlings usually goes to town on Saturday.  He'll talk for sure.
Saturday is tomorrow, girl, in case you don't know it."

   "Very well," Glory said making up her mind.  "Manny Jane, send word that
I'll expect him tonight for supper and that he is to dress.  I wonder if he
knows that means bathing and putting on clean clothes?"

   ***

   Amos surprised Glory by arriving, wearing a white suit complete with
planter's hat.  His hair was slicked back and he had shaved except for his
long flowing mustache.  Amos Rawlings looked like a gentleman farmer.

   Over the meal they kept the conversation light.  Mainly about plantation
matters and crops.  Glory was surprised that Rawlings could carry on a
decent conversation.  Mammy fixed apple pie for desert and after desert
Glory led Amos to the pallor for brandy.

   "I want to thank you for taking the time to dine with me," Glory told
the man.  " That was awfully nice of you."

   "No thanks necessary, ma'am," the overseer said.  "Always have the time
to eat with a pretty lady.  I figured it was about time you invited me up
her."

   "Oh, why is that Mister Rawlings?"

   "You got to be wondering what I intend on doin with the information
about you and that nigger, Jim.  You had to be thinkin' that I'd be a
better friend than an enemy.  Ain't that about it?"

   "What do you think you know, sir?"

   "I know all about you and that stud nigger, Ma'am.  You see I'm a young
agile man."

   "I don't understand what you mean."

   "I can climb a tree," Amos said with a chuckle.  "Look Miss Glory.  You
can play the fool if you wish.  Just don't treat me like one.  I climbed
that pecan tree down at the end of the house and climbed out onto the
balcony.  The same balcony that's right outside your bedroom.  I've watched
you and that stud for a couple of nights now.  What would you suppose the
good folks of Bragg County would think if they knew?  I'll tell you if you
can't figure it out.  They'd hang that nigger and you'd be tarred and
fathered and rode out on a rail.  Your land and property would be forfeited
to the county and sold at auction.  That is if they didn't hang you beside
your black lover." Glory had turned deathly pale and she thought she would
faint.  Amos Rawlings didn't think, he knew for a fact.  She took two long
sips of the fiery brandy to clam her shattered nerves.

   "What do you want?" she managed to ask after a long moment.  She feared
that he would demand she submit to his sexual demands.  Or maybe even
worse, he would want her to marry him so that he could get control of the
plantation.

   "Not all that much, Miz Glory," Amos said casually.  "Of course I'm
goina be needing some of that honey pot you got between your legs.  That
same honey pot I saw a nigger's ol' black dick plowin' in last night.  You
ain't have any trouble knowin' what I talkin' about are you?"

   "No, Mister Rawlings," Glory said fighting for composure.  "I think I
understand you plain enough.  What else?"

   "I'll be movin' up her to the big house," Amos said.  "Seeing how you
like nigger cock I'll be supervisin' you in that.  We'll get rid of that
stud and find you some other black dick to fuck."

   "No!" Glory yelled jumping to her feet.  "Absolutely not.  Jim stays
here and that is final, Mister Rawlings.  Do what you will."

   "Ah, I see you're partial to that boys big ol' cock, huh?  Sure, why
not. He's a good stud nigger."

   "What exactly do you mean you'll supervise me?"

   "Well, little miss hot to trot Glory," Amos said with a grin.  "You'll
fuck whoever I say, whenever I say.  I sure did like watching you suck on
Jim's big black dick.  I ain't ever had no woman do that to me.  I guess
you'll be the first huh?  In fact, I'm thinking I'd like for you to do that
right now." He unbuttoned his pants and took out his cock.  "Come on over
here and get some of this.  I know it ain't as big as that nigger's, but
it's all I got to work with."

   "Don't you want to go up to my room or somewhere besides the pallor?"
Glory said looking at the man's cock.  It wasn't as big as Jim's but it was
the biggest white dick she had seen.  Much larger than her first husband's
pecker.

   "No, right here's fine.  If the house staff happens to come in all
they'll see is you sucking my dick.  Show me them pretty little titties
first.  From what I could see through the balcony door they just looked
about like a mouthful.  Get them tits out for me, you nigger lovin' bitch."


   Feeling more ashamed than she had ever felt in her young life, Glory
went to the man and knelt between his legs.  Amos talked nasty to her as
she took his dick into her mouth.  She tried to turn his words away so that
she wouldn't hear them to no avail.

   "That's it Glory, you dirty little nigger cock lovin' bitch.  Suck my
cock and get it good and hard so that I can fuck your filthy cunt.  From
now on you belong to me.  You are going to get your fill of dicks.  You are
going to have thousands of dicks in every hole you got.  You ever been
fucked in your ass, bitch?  No?  well you will be I'd say ol' Jim is the
biggest cock you had in you but that won't last long.  Willard Thomas has a
buck that got a foot long cock and I'll have him fuck you pretty soon.  His
name is Elmo and he can fuck a cow to death.  Not that that will matter to
you.  You'll take his black log up your cunt and beg for more." Rawlings
white cock was hard and Glory could feel it throbbing in her mouth.  She
hated the fact that his filthy words made her excited.  She could fee the
moisture in her pussy.  Amos pulled her mouth from his jutting dick and
pinched both of her hard nipples.

   "Mammy Jane!" Amos bellowed.  "Tell that worthless Jim to get his black
ass up here.  This white whore is going to get fucked by a white dick and a
black one, too." He used Glory's nipples to pull her to her feet and used
them to pull her up the stairs to her room.

   "Get naked, cunt," Amos snarled.  "Get ready to get your ass fucked."
Jane came rushing in with a container of lard.

   "Please use this, Mister Amos," the old woman begged.  "Please be
careful with miz Glory."

   "Fine," Amos snapped, "You grease her ass if you want it greased, but
you better hurry, 'cause I'm ready to shove my dick in her ass." Glory was
still confused at what Rawlings was saying.  She couldn't believe that he
actually intended on putting his dick in her butt.

   Mammy Jane quickly took Glory's dress and under garments off and made
her lay on the bed.

   "Mammy, he ain't really going to."

   "You just take it easy, child," the old woman said.  She used her finger
to spread the lard on and in Glory's rectum causing Glory to shiver.  "It
ain't goina hurt you none.  Just relax and let it happen.  Some men like to
use this hole sometimes."

   "I'm here," Jim said standing in the doorway.

   "Good," Amos said taking his eyes off of the sight of the old black
woman pushing gobs of lard into the small white woman's butt.  "You get
over there and hold that bitch's legs open for me.  I'm goina fuck her ass
for her." He paused and gave the black stud a mean hard look.  "Boy, you
better get that look off your face 'less you want me to flay the hide off
you.  I'm in charge now and you better get used to it.  This bitch is mine
to do with as I see fit.  Now shuck them clothes and get yourself naked. 
You goina be getting' some of her ass, too."

   Glory lay on the bed, her eyes wide in disbelief as Jim took off his
clothes.  Amos also had gotten naked and stood beside the bed looking down
at her with lust filled eyes.  At Rawlings directions, Jim got on the bed
and took Glory's legs and pulled them open.

   "Get ready to have your ass poked, girl," Amos said, his voice low and
husky.  He shoved Mammy Jane out of the way and crawled onto the bed
between Glory's spread legs.  He used his dick to spread some of the lard
around her quivering pussy.  Without warning he pushed his entire length
into her pussy.  "Good, your cunt is nice and wet.  That'll help you,
bitch." He stroked in and out of her pussy several times, causing Glory to
start hunching back on his cock.  "You like that, don't you Glory?  You are
a natural born slut.  You like a hard dick in you." Suddenly he withdrew
his dick from her pussy and shoved it into her asshole.  He was in deep
before Glory could react.

   "Hold her good, you black bastard!" Amos yelled at Jim.  "I don't want
to have to chase her." Glory was trying her best to back away from the
intruding cock and the sharp pain it was causing her.  Mammy Jane was
hovering close begging the white man to take it easy on her mistress. 
"Shut up you old hag!" Amos bellowed.  "Ain't but one way to do it and
that's to just do it.  I'm in and the worst part's over." Glory was
screaming and thrashing against the hold that Jim had on her.  Amos pushed
the rest of his cock in her and stayed still for a few moments giving Glory
some time to get used to the anal invader.

   "How does it feel to have a cock up your ass, Glory?" Amos asked her. 
The initial pain had subsided and Glory lay absolutely still with Rawlings
cock firmly embedded in her nether hole.  She felt a fullness but not much
discomfort.  When Amos started rocking back and forth making his cock come
out a short distance and back in again, Glory felt something begin to stir
in her.  She looked up to see Jim's black cock hanging down above her.  For
some reason that gave her comfort.  She reached up and took the black cock
in her hand and stroked it a few times.  As usual it sprang to full
hardness.

   "Turn her legs loose, Jim," Amos commanded.  "She seems to want your big
ol' black pecker.  Put it in her mouth and let her suck it." Jim released
her legs and knelt down to give the little white woman access to his cock.
Glory took his stiff cock in her mouth and the moment she did, Amos begun
to pound her ass hard.  Her legs quickly went around the white man's back
and she found herself pushing back onto his dick.  Glory felt the
approaching orgasm and when it hit she gave out a squeak, muffled by the
black cock in her mouth.  She came again when Amos Rawlings shot his load
of sperm into her bowels.  Amos pulled his lard and come slick dick out of
her ass.

   "Boy, you fuck her cunt a while," Amos told the black man.  "Get her
goin' real good.  And then you fuck her ass for the bitch."

   "Don't you be doin' that dry," Manny Jane spoke up.  "You use plenty of
lard on her."

   "Shut your mouth and get out of here!" Amos commanded.  "Don't need you
any more.  Go to bed and leave this little slut to me and this nigger.  Her
night is just getting' started."

   Glory spread her legs to receive Jim's big black dick in her wet white
pussy only vaguely aware when the old woman left.  She had Jim's beautiful
cock where it belonged and he was fucking her.  Now things were right. 
After a few minutes of that, Amos told the big black man to put it in her
ass.  Jim was as gentle as he could be and he used the lard that Mammy Jane
insisted on.  Even so Glory thought he was going to split her open with his
huge cock.  Jim's cock took a lot longer to get used to than Rawlins's
smaller cock.

   "Get on with the fuckin'," Amos demanded after giving her some
adjustment time.  "Fuck the shit out of the bitch." While the big black
plowed in and out of Glory's tight hole, Amos lay beside her, kissing her
nipples and her mouth while whispering what all would be happening to her.
He told her that it wouldn't be long before she would be having cocks in
both her holes at the same time.  He told her that soon she would be able
to take even the largest dicks in her ass and be begging for more.

   By the time Jim empted his juice in her ass, Glory was a seething mass
of passion.  She took them over and over again in her pussy and her ass. 
The two men fucked the little white woman until nearly daylight.  Glory
lost count of how many times she climaxed.

   It was well into the day when Manny Jane woke her.  Glory was covered
with dried cum and it took two tubs of water to get it all off of her. 
Mammy Jane used a soothing ointment on her bruised and batter anus.  While
Jane toweled her dry, Glory shuttered remembering the words Amos Rawlings
had said to her.  She had a mixed feeling of dread and anticipation.  She
knew with certainty that she was no longer in charge of her life.

   ***

   Glory knew there were two hundred slaves on the plantation.  She knew
that a little over a third were men and the rest being women and children
of various ages.  Glory knew that Uncle George was the oldest man, being
nearly seventy.  Uncle George was the second black man to take her.  The
old man protested, but the threat of the whip stopped his protests quick
enough.  Even while he was poking her pussy with his old black dick, he
apologized.  Glory told him not to worry, that it wasn't his fault.  Glory
was mildly surprised when she had an orgasm while the old man screwed her.
Uncle George was only the first of the slaves to have the young mistress.
Amos used her as a special treat for the workers.  He held a weekly contest
and the winner got to have Glory for a night of wild wanton sex.

   By the time the crops were laid-by Glory had fucked nearly all the hands
on the plantation at least once.  Amos Rawlings watched each encounter and
made sure that everything went according to his directions.  It wasn't much
of a shock to her that most of the slaves took great delight in degrading
the young white woman.  She didn't even blame them.  By summer's end she
had long since stopped being shamed by what was happening to her.  She
looked forward to the next winner.  Of course the rumors of what was going
on at Holmes Plantation got off the plantation to other farms.  Amos as
approached by one of the planters in town one day.

   "How are things at the Holmes place, Amos?" Mack Williams asked the
overseer.

   "Good as can be expected, I guess," Amos replied.  "Crops laid-by and
we're taking it pretty easy these days.  How's thing with you?"

   "Not bad," Williams said.  "Buy you a whiskey?" They strolled down the
plank walk to the back of the general store which served as a saloon.  Mack
and Amos got a bottle and found a table in a far corner.

   "I hear you been havein' had some fun at your place," Mack said after
the second drink had been put away.  Amos knew exactly what the planter was
hinting at, but he fainted ignorance and made the other man work at it.  "I
hear you have something special for your hands if they do good.  Anything
to that?"

   "Well," Amos drawled taking a sip of the whiskey.  "I believe in
rewarding a man's hard work.  Gives the niggers something to look forward
to.  Don't you reward your boys?"

   "Yeah, I don't beat their ass if they do good," Williams said with a
coarse laugh.  "I ain't got no reward like you have to offer.  I'd say a
piece of white pussy works pretty good."

   "Yes it does damned good," Amos said.  "You might want to try it."

   "Well, Amos, the trouble with that is, I ain't got no white woman who'd
stand still for that shit.  You know what I mean?"

   "You got a wife and a daughter ain't ya?" Amos said with a laugh.

   "Shit man," Mack said "My wife sooner die than have a nigger even touch
her."

   "Your daughter is ripe," Amos said enjoying toying with the planter. 
"She's a pretty little thing and she'd do your niggers good.  Send her
around and we'll train her for you." Amos expected the man to explode, but
instead, Mack Williams got a thoughtful look on his face.

   "I doubt she'd take to it," Williams said shaking his head doubtfully.
Amos nearly choked on his whiskey at the sudden turn of events.  "I mean
she's right friendly with some of the workers, but I don't think she spread
her legs for any of them.  Tits ain't no bigger than a ripe peach.  Shit
she ain't but just turned eighteen."

   "Hell, Mack," Amos said.  "All over a mouthful is just wasted.  If they
are old enough to bleed their old enough to cut.  Bet you a mule she ain't
no virgin."

   "No, she ain't no virgin," Mack said.  "I found her and that no account
Billy Summers in the corn crib early this summer.  He was getting' on with
it 'til I put my foot in his ass.  I wouldn't want Barbara Jean getting'
knocked up by no nigger."

   "Hell, Glory has had twenty gallons of nigger juice put up her cunt and
she ain't got knocked up.  That old house nigger gives her something that
keeps her from it.  I don't know what it is, but it seems to work.  Tell
you what I'll do seeing your interested.  You send Barbara Jean on over for
a couple weeks and I'll get her broke to black cock for you.  In the mean
while I'll let you use Glory as a reward for your bucks."

   "Damned if I ain't tempted," Williams said.  "That'd be somethin' to
see. I ain't ever seen a white woman get fucked by a nigger."

   "It's something else all right," Amos said.  "Got to see it to believe
it.  When you got a slut like Glory there ain't no quittin'.  Bitch can't
get enough of that black meat."

   "What would I tell Barbara Jean?  I mean, ain't she goina wonder why she
goin' to the Holmes place?"

   "Tell the bitch whatever you want to," Amos said.  " Tell her she coming
to get trained in special farmin'.  Hell Mack don't tell her anything
except she has to go.  You're the boss ain't you?"

   "Damned right I am.  I rule my roost, man.  I'll send her over today. 
When can I have your slut for my men?"

   "I'll need Glory for a few days to get Barbara Jean started good.  Say
next week.  You can go on and started getting' them ready.  By the time my
slut shows up they'll be slobberin' to get at her.  Glory has three holes
so there ain't no waitin'."

   "God, she takes it up her ass and in her mouth, too?" Mack said. 
"Damn!"

   "Your bitch will be a three hole fuck when I get through with her," Amos
said.  "You just send her on before you sober up and turn yellow."

   "I ain't goin' turn yellow.  Hell, I might just send my wife too.  Might
warm her up some.  I'll see you later today." Mack Williams got up and
staggered out of the store.

   ***

   "Hello Miss Glory, I'm Barbara Jean Williams," the pretty young girl
said holding out her hand to Glory.

   "Hello Barbara Jean.  Please call me Glory."

   "I liked to be called BJ," the girl said.  "I don't have no earthly idea
why I'm here."

   "I know, BJ," Glory said.  "Jim will get your luggage into the house and
we'll talk about the reason."

   The two young women went into the pallor and one of the house girls
served them Mammy Jane's special brew.  BJ's cup also had an aphrodisiac
and a mild narcotic in it.  Another of Jane's special elixirs.  Glory
smiled at the face BJ made when she tasted the brew.

   "It doesn't taste very good does it?  It's important that you drink all
of it.  Your daddy sent you over here so that I could teach you some
things," Glory said after the girl had finished the drink.  The servant
filled it up again.

   "What things?" BJ asked.

   "Things a grown woman need to know," Glory answered.  "I'm going to show
you what a woman is supposed to do for a man."

   "Oh fudge, I know that," BJ giggled and blushed.  "I did it with Billy
Summers a couple times."

   "He is a boy, BJ," Glory said.  "I'm talking about fucking a man.  A big
man, BJ, with a big hard cock.  Does that sound like something you'd like
to know about?"

   "I guess," the wide-eyed girl said.  "Ain't I supposed to wait on
marriage or something?"

   "Sounds like you didn't wait," Glory said with a smile.  BJ giggled
again and shook her head.  "Come upstairs with me," Glory said.  "I want to
show you how a real man takes a woman." BJ dutifully followed Glory up the
stairs to the bedroom where Jim waited naked.

   "My God, Glory, he a nigger!" BJ exclaimed.

   "Yes, but he's also a man with a man size cock," Glory said while
removing her clothes.  When she was nude she went to Jim and kissed his
full thick lips while stroking his big cock.  Jim's big beefy fingers went
to her pussy and Glory spread her legs to accommodate him.

   "Take your dress off, BJ, and come over here closer," Glory said.

   "Glory are you sure we ought to be doin' this?" BJ stammered as she
approached on shaking legs.  Glory had to help her get her dress off.  When
BJ was naked, Glory took the girl's hand and put it on Jim's stiff black
cock.

   "Lordy, Glory, this pecker is twice bigger than Billy's thing," BJ
exclaimed giving Jim's cock a tug.  "It's black as night, ain't it?"

   "Yes it is, and it feels good in your pussy, too." Glory said.  "I'm
going to fuck Jim now and you watch while I do.  It's all right to play
with yourself if you want to." Glory went to the bed and got on her knees.
Jim came up behind her and eased his big black cock in her white moist
pussy.  Glory had been sexually excited since Amos told her that she would
be having a student.  "Can you see his big black cock in me, BJ?"

   "I surely can.  He's got it a long way in you ain't he?"

   "He has," Glory panted.  "He'll get it all in me in a minute.  Are you
playing with yourself?"

   "Momma says I shouldn't do that."

   "Momma isn't here, is she?  Go ahead and get your pussy all slick, BJ.
Play with your nubbin.  It's all right, honey.  Now look at Jim's big dick
in me.  He's got it all the way to his big balls." BJ was so close Glory
could feel her heavy breathing on her butt.  "BJ, use one hand to gently
rub Jims balls while he rams his big cock in me.  Can you feel them?"

   "Gawd yes," BJ said.  "Like two big apples in a sack."

   "Come on up here and lay beside me on your back," Glory said.  When the
girl complied Glory toyed with BJ's nipples for a moment then reached down
to the girl's fury pussy.  It was wet as Glory expected.  "Jim," Glory
said. "You be gentle and give BJ some of your black snake."

   Jim pulled his slimy black cock out of glory and moved down between BJ's
opened legs.  Glory twisted around and took Jim's cock and guided it to
BJ's hairy pussy.  Glory put the tip of the cock inside the fold of BJ's
pussy and motioned for Jim to put some more in.  Jim slowly leaned forward
and put nearly four inches if his black mean in the wide-eyed panting girl.


   Glory turned and lay beside the girl, taking her in her arms as Jim put
more of his black rod in.  BJ started to move about and Glory sucked one of
the girl's hard nipple into her mouth and gently bit it.

   "Oh God!  He filling me up!" BJ wailed.  "I can't take no more.  Make
him stop Glory!"

   "No honey," Glory said soothingly.  "He's going to fuck you and you'll
love it.  Easy, Jim," Glory cautioned.  "Don't get too rambunctious.  Give
BJ a nice smooth gallop."

   It was a good thing Glory had a good hold on BJ because when she
climaxed she tried to come completely off of the bed.

   "What's happening to me Glory?" the girl cried.  "What's going on?"

   "You had an orgasm," Glory said with a chuckle.  "Apparently a nice one,
too."

   "That never happened before," BJ panted, having trouble breathing. 
"Billy just stuck his pecker in me, wiggled around and squirted some gooey
stuff.  Sometimes he never even got it in me." Jim had picked up his pace
and was ramming his cock all the way into the girl.  "Oh Lordy!  It's
coming again," BJ wailed loudly.  At the peak of her orgasm, she screeched
so loud she could have been heard outside.

   Glory looked up to see Amos Rawlings standing in the door, naked and
watching the big black man fuck the little white woman.  Amos was slowly
stroking his cock.

   "looks like we got ourselves a natural black cock hound, don't it?" Amos
said approaching the bed.

   "It does," Glory answered.  "Whoever said she was ripe knew what they
were talking about.  She was just about to fall off the tree." Jim
repositioned BJ on her knees facing away from him.  BJ let out a gasp when
Jim re-inserted his cock back into her pussy.

   "Oh God!  He's goin' rip me in to!" she wailed.  She looked up at Amos.
"Who's this?"

   "I'm the man who's going to see to it you have a lot of black cock.  I'm
goina teach you all the tricks.  Watch how Glory sucks my dick." BJ watched
in shock as the young widow took the overseer's cock in her mouth, sucking
and licking it.  She had seen farm animals sniffing and licking each
other's private parts, but she had never thought about humans doing it. 
She had to take her eyes from the unusual sight because she was
experiencing another massive orgasm.

   Jim fucked the young woman to three more shattering climaxes before he
filled her pussy with thick hot cream.  They let her rest then while Jim
and the white man fucked Glory in both her holes at the same time.  The
white overseer in her tight butt hole and the big black cock in her soaking
white pussy.  Mammy Jane kept a supply of her special elixir coming to the
young woman.  BJ could hardly wait until the men finished with Glory so
that she could begin again getting her throbbing, tight little pussy rammed
with hard meat again.

   ***

   By the end of the first week, BJ had enjoyed over twenty black men.  As
Amos had observed, she was a natural.  BJ proved to be even more
adventurous than Glory.  There was nothing about being black fucked that
she didn't like.  BJ took to being ass fucked quicker and liked it even
more than Glory had.  Glory never initiated anal sex but BJ did.

   Mack Williams couldn't believe the reports he got from Amos Rawlings
about his daughter.  He had to see for himself, so on the Friday night he
came to watch.

   "I got my hands all fired up about getting some white pussy," Mack told
Amos.  "They're all ready."

   "You can take Glory back with you tomorrow," Amos told the planter. 
They were waiting in a room just down the hall from BJ's bedroom.  Jim had
been in the room for about ten minutes.  "You sure you want to see your
little gal getting fucked by a big black dick?" Mack nodded nervously and
swallowed hard a couple of times.

   "Yeah.  I got to see it myself," he managed to say.  "It'll be like
having my own slut on the place.  I'll get a lot of work out of my hands."

   "Let's go then," Amos said.  "They should be goin at it by now.  Don't
take BJ long to warm up."

   When they went into the room BJ was naked and holding onto the back of a
chair while Jim slammed his cock in her from behind.  BJ's small firm tits
jiggled wildly as she was hammered by the slave.  She was making cooing
sounds and was pushing back against the man's huge cock.  Neither Jim nor
BJ paid any attention to the arrivals even though both were aware that
someone had entered.  Both were used to people coming and going while they
fucked.  BJ was urging the black man to fuck her harder.

   Mack Williams thought he was going to pass out from the sight.  His
eighteen year old daughter taking a dick like a seasoned New Orleans whore.
BJ froze in place when she saw her daddy watching her.  That didn't last
but a moment because Jim never slowed his attack on her pussy and she was
about to have a climax.

   "Put the bitch on the bed, Jim," Amos ordered.  "Will is on his way. 
Will is another big buck," Amos explained to Mack.  "Got a bigger pecker
than Jim here.  I want to show you how your little girl can take two big
dicks at the same time and love it."

   By the time the second black man arrived, BJ was on top of Jim, facing
away with his cock embedded in her asshole.  Will knew what was expected of
him and he quickly mounted BJ and put his cock in her pussy.  BJ squealed
loudly when the man was in her cunt.  After a moment they all three got
into a rhythm and BJ started to really yell out obscenities.  BJ totally
disregarded her father who watched in wide-eyed wonder at what was
happening.  BJ was in another place as she was being serviced by the two
studs.

   "I sure would like to see her mother getting a fuckin' like that," Mack
said to Amos.  "I'd give a hundred dollars of good money to see it."

   "Send her around and you will see it," Mack said with a laugh.  "Then
you'd have two sluts to give to your niggers.  You'd produce more cotton
than anybody in the state." Mack nodded slowly and watched his beautiful
daughter pull on her nipples while being fucked.

   "If you got a boner," Amos said.  "Glory is next door and she'll be glad
to give you a hand.or mouth.or pussy.  BJ is just getting started.  You can
come back and watch her suck these ol' boys back hard again." He led a pale
shaken man to Glory's room where they found Glory leaning back on her bed.

   "Ol' Mack just saw BJ getting hammered by Jim and Will," Amos announced.
"He's wantin' some pussy.  Got any?"

   "Always," Glory said with a nasty smile.

   "Look folks, I'm not sure." he stopped talking when Glory untied the
ribbon that held her gown together.  When her firm breasts came into view,
Mack swallowed hard again.  Glory removed the gown and tossed it aside. 
She lay back down on the bed and spread her legs to give Mack an
unobstructed look at her sparsely covered pussy.  Amos nudged him forward.

   "Come on Mister Williams and get you some of this," Glory said toying
with her pussy.  "I'm told it pretty good stuff."

   In a flash Mack Williams had his pants off and charged at Glory.  She
guided his dick to her waiting cunt and he plunged in it with a loud grunt.
Mack hammered away at Glory hard for nearly five minutes before he came
with a shout.

   By that time Amos had gotten naked and he rolled Glory over to her knees
and rammed his cock into her from behind.  Amos told Mack to let Glory suck
him back hard again.  While Amos plunged in and out of the woman's cunt
Glory sucked Mack until he was hard.  Amos empted his balls in her cunt and
Mack took her again.

   When both men were spent they went next door and watched Will and Jim
fuck BJ.  They two black men were just getting started.  While Glory and
the two white men watched BJ's debasement, Amos told Glory she would be
going to the William's plantation to be a prize for his men.  Glory was
eagerly looking forward to some new black men to fuck.  She looked forward
to meeting the one they called Elmo.  She was also thinking there were
several large plantations in the vicinity.  Hundreds of big, black, hard
cocks for her.  She didn't even mind sharing with BJ.
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