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Subject: {ASSM} How Missy and Johnny Conquered Their Father's Black Slaves (Revised)
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How Miss Missy and Her Brother Johnny Conquered Their Father's Slaves

The following is a work of erotic fiction. It is a bisexual story that
contains racial humiliation. It is not intended to be read by minors.
Anyone who may be offended or unduly influenced by this story should
find something else to read for their entertainment.

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"Come and get it, boys. I've got a tray full of fresh watermelon for
ya'll." Young Miss Missy, the daughter of the slave owner on the
plantation, seemed to glide down the grassy hillside, her fresh cotton
dress flowing in the gentle summer breeze. Her long, brown hair,
smelling of lilacs, was also tossed by the wind. She carried a large
white tray piled high with generous slices of ripe watermelon. She
knew that this was her slave boys' favorite treat after a hot
afternoon of working in the fields.

"Oh Miss Missy," one of the slave boys cried out to her, "You is too
nice to us hard-working niggas. Nobody treats us like you does."

The darkies gathered around the beautiful young white girl and
laughed, enjoying the fragrant, clean smell of her hair and body as
much as the sight of the freshly cut watermelon.

The boys grinned from ear-to-ear and made loud whooping sounds. An old
black man took out a banjo and played while sinewy dark-skinned boys
and young men danced spontaneously and jumped up and down - kicking up
dust with their bare feet.

Missy didn't realize how much the darkies craved her innocent white
body; she thought their whoops and dancing were for the slices of
watermelon.

"I do declare; watermelon sure makes you people happy," she smiled.

It was just as well that she didn't realize the effect that she had on
the boys. It may have frightened her if she ever found out how often
they gathered outside of her bedroom window at night, hoping to get at
peek at her beautiful white skin as she undressed to go to bed. She
may have been somewhat disturbed if she ever found out that the dried
white stains beneath her window were not really the accumulated result
of decades of bird droppings, as she had imagined, but were really cum
stains from a couple dozen horny young niggers masturbating outside
her window at night.

Now all those darkies danced and sang - played the banjo, told loud
jokes - and whooped and hollered. At the sight of their two favorite
things in the world: a white woman and a tray full of watermelon. But
Missy's consideration for the slaves this afternoon was not entirely
disinterested. In exchange for doing the slaves a favor she needed a
favor from one of them.

"I do declare; I feel a draft on my body when I sleep on my bed at
night. Ya'll boys probably don't know this, but I just hate to wear
pajamas, so I sleep na-a-a-a-ked on top of my bed sheets. But
sometimes I think I feel a breeze. I think it's coming from an opening
in the wall, high above my window. I wonder if one of you tall, lanky,
muscular, strong nigger boys can come up to the big house to help po'
little ol' me patch up that nasty ol' hole in the wall so that I can
enjoy myself at night without having to wear those thick, heavy,
uncomfortable pajamas that my daddy bought for me to keep me warm...."

Several dozen swarthy young arms shot into the air, volunteering for
the chore. The boys all grinned from ear-to-ear.

"My, my, my - whoever says you niggers are lazy and that you don't
want to work really doesn't know what he is talking about. I so
appreciate what eager workers y'all are. I only need one of you bucks
though...."

Missy grabbed the arm of a tall, lanky muscular teen standing near
her, "I think I'll take this one."

The boy jumped at the touch of his mistress' soft hand on his arm. The
outline of his big nigger cock was clearly visible through his baggy
cotton pants. Missy guided the happy black boy up to the big
plantation house while the other boys laughed, cheered, and played the
banjo and the drums celebrating the teenaged slave's good fortune.

When they got to Missy's room she said, "Now stand on this stool and
see whether or not ya'll can see that nasty 'ol crack where the air is
getting in at night."

The boy stood on the stool and looked above the window frame. "Yessum,
Miss Missy, I sees de openin' in de wall."

"Well you just get down from there and mix yo'self up a batch of
plaster and cover that hole so my po' little ol' naked body wont get
chilly at night."

The slave boy did as he was told. While the boy was working Missy lay
on her bed and watched him. His lean muscular chocolate brown arms
flexed as he reached above his head with the spatula to smooth out the
wet plaster. His baggy cotton slave pants clung to his buttocks,
showing the enticing curves of smooth black ass. His big nigger cock
flopped around inside his cotton slave pants like a restless python
constrained by a trap made of canvass.

As Missy studied the slave boy's body she felt her young pussy get
hotter and hotter. Soon she was leaking pussy juice onto her bed
sheets. She could see the nigger boy's masculine underarm pits since
the boy's rustic shirt didn't have sleeves. She fingered herself as
she imagined the black slave boy on top of her, ravishing her delicate
white body.

After the boy finished patching the hole she ordered the boy to come
down and stand in front of her. "Yessum," the boy obediently replied
and stood in front of his mistress. Missy studied the boy's shapely
arms and the rich darkness of the boy's brown skin. Missy was silent
for awhile, biting her lip. Finally Missy ordered the slave to pull
down his pants.

"But mam..."

"I said pull them down, boy. You don't want me to have to go tell my
daddy that you tried to r-a-a-ape me do you?"

The slave boy didn't want that so he tugged on the small rope that
held his baggy cotton pants up. His trousers dropped to the floor,
revealing the boy's thick black penis and low-hanging testicles
surrounded by pepper corn shaped pubic hair and muscular brown thighs.
The color of the boy's crotch and pubes reminded her of the rich brown
fertility of Mother Earth itself. Missy looked at the slave's strong
dark thighs and the big thick fuck meat dangling between his legs and
said, "Oh my, oh my, oh my - I do declare y'all have such a b-i-i-i-g
nigger slave dick."

Missy reached out and grabbed a fist full of nigger cock. Her delicate
white hand grasped the boy's big black cock. She played with it -
squeezing and jerking it, making the jigaboo hard. The slave boy's
eyes rolled up in his head and he bit his lower lip while Missy
continued to handle his organ. Missy jerked and jerked on the slave's
big nigger cock, like it was her own personal property, which, indeed
it was. The slave boy was helpless, in his mistress' hand. He allowed
her to play with his nigger organ as much as she wanted. His body
shook as he attempted to suppress his pleasure in being used this way.
His breath grew quick and short- she realized he was reaching the
point of orgasm.

Missy tugged and tugged at that boy's long, throbbing fuckmeat. "I
wanna feel this big nigger cock inside my tender white pussy," she
gasped. All the slave boy could do was to swallow hard and nod his
head "yes".

This should have alarmed the boy, as fucking a white girl could get
him lynched. But he lost all sense of prudence and of southern
propriety. When he finally regained the ability to speak he said,
"Yessum Miss Missy," in the squeaky voice of an adolescent carrying on
a conversation while trying to conceal the fact that he is
masturbating, "Whatever you say, I surely will be obliged to
accommodate y'all aghhhh, ughhhh,..."

The slave boy's eyes rolled around and around in his head. His knees
knocked together. He had a silly mindless grin on his face.

Missy lifted her skirt and spread her legs. She steered the nigger's
stiff fuck meat toward the soft brunette pussy hairs, guiding the
boy's cock into her hot, wet pussy. The slave lay on top of her.

"Fuck me, nigger boy. Fuck me."

The slave bit his lip and stared at the ceiling while he humped
greedily in his mistress's hot, wet vagina. "Oh Yes Missy,
Yesssssssss. Oh Missy, I sho' nuff loves bein' yo slave. I be yo'
slave fo' life. You got the bestest pussy a nigger ever could dream
of. You is de bestest mistress in the whole wide world."

The slave boy humped harder and harder inside his mistress. Their two
young bodies were locked in the fit of passion. The mattress squeaked
and the wooden bed legs banged against the floor boards. The young
mistress screamed in sheer delight from the big black cock that
invaded her body. The nigger slave moaned loudly from the pleasure of
embedding his massive tool in the moist confines of her white pussy.

They gasped together - both of them climaxing at the same time,
causing a geyser of pussy and cum juices to gush from the young
mistress' vagina. Missy clawed at the nigger slave's back with one
hand, and dug her fingernails into his ass with the other. "Oh my, you
are such a good breeder. I am s-o-o-o-o glad my daddy bought you."

The slave boy mopped his sweaty forehead with his hand, "I is glad
your daddy bought me too. I is sho' nuff' gratified to be of service
to you, Miss Missy."

Just then Missy's brother Johnny burst into the room, "Sis, I heard
you screamin' are you okay?"

Johnny saw his beautiful sister lying in her bed, embracing the rugged
slave boy from the fields. His face flushed red as he glared at his
sister, "What are you doing in bed with a nigger?"

Missy covered her body with her sheet, leaving the slave boy exposed.
"It-it's not what you think Johnny. I-I can explain everything."

"You don't have to explain anything. I smell your pussy juice in the
air. You thought it would be alright to use our nigger boys in the
most disgraceful ways."

"No Johnny, No. I can explain. Please."

Johnny wheeled around and faced the quiver black slave who was still
lying naked on the bed.

"What about you, nigger boy? What have you got to say for yourself?
You know you can get lynched for what you've done here."

"Please suh. It weren't my idea. I would never touch a white woman
unless I was invited."

"Are you saying my sister's a slut?"

"No suh, I weren't sayin dat at all. It's jus that...it's just that..."

"Save it for the posse I'm about to round up."

"No suh, please no posse. I'll do anything to make up fo' what I done
here. Anything."

By now the slave was on his knees in front of his enraged young white
master, begging him for his life, with his hands folded together -
pleading. "Please. Please. Oh lawdy. Oh lawdy."

"You'll do anything?"

"Yessuh. Please."

An evil shit-eating grin flashed across Johnny's face. He tugged at
his zipper and pulled out his thick, flaccid white cock. He waved it
in the slave boy's face. "Well, there's one thing you can do to prove
that you're sorry for trespassing on the prerogatives of white
manhood. Get to work sucking this big white cock."

The slave boy's eyes grew wide. He waved his hands in front of his
face and shook his head violently.

"No. Not dat, suh. Please. I aint dat way. Please. Even a nigger got
to keep his manly pride."

Young Johnny arched an eyebrow in genuine amusement, "'Manly pride'?
What makes you think a nigger has a right to call himself a 'man'? If
my sister can use you to give her pleasure then I've got uses for you
too. Wrap those thick nigger lips around my cock and let's not hear
anymore gibberish about your 'manhood'."

The black slave boy stared at his young white master who towered over
him and then he cast his eyes on the boy's thick white cock, which
swung gently beneath a soft bed of brunette pubes. He closed his eyes
and opened his mouth, allowing the white boy to rest his penis on his
tongue.

"Suck on that dick, nigger."

The slave closed his mouth and began bobbing on the white boy's cock.

"Yeah, suck that dick. Show me how much you love sucking a white man's
cock."

Young Johnny's cock smelled and tasted like musty pubes. The black
slave couldn't help but to rub his tongue up and down the white boy's
shaft. It felt warm and tasted of unwashed flesh. Slowly the boy's
cock got harder and harder in the slave's mouth, making it difficult
for the black slave to breathe. He opened his mouth wider so that he
could take in even more of the white boy's dick.

Johnny grabbed the slave by his head, "Yeah, that's it. Open your
mouth wider so you can take all of that master cock. I wanna feel your
nigger lips kissing my balls."

The slave boy gagged as he tried to swallow the entire length of
Johnny's fully erected penis. The white boy's cock pushed to the back
of the slave's throat, giving him no relief. The slave's entire mouth
smelled and tasted of young, active boy's cock meat.

"Yeah, suck on your master's dick. You know you want to make me
happy."

The black slave breathed the aroma of his young master's genitalia.
Suddenly he noticed that his shame and humiliation was giving way a
new emotion. Johnny's white cock meat and the smell of his pubes were
actually starting to make the slave boy aroused. They served as an
aphrodisiac that made his nigger cock meat spring back to life.

Soon the slave found that he was sporting a thick, black protruding
piece of wood that bobbed in front of him with each movement of his
nappy head on the white boy's throbbing shaft. The black slave wrapped
his lips even tighter on the white boy's dick with involuntary and
unexpected ecstasy.

Johnny was pleasantly surprised. He turned to his sister, "Damn, this
nigger really is a good cocksucker. He's a natural at it. You should
feel how he's using those lips on my dick." Missy stood wide-eyed,
witnessing the slave's stiff bobbing cock as he sucked her brother
off.

The black slave lost himself in his new passion for the white boy's
cock. He slurped and moaned loudly as he massaged his young master's
erect penis with his mouth and licked the underside of his hot shaft
with his tongue. The slave never imagined how aroused he would be by
having a white man's meat inside his mouth.

Johnny's body quivered with erotic passion. He tightened his grip on
the slave's head. "Oooooh, suck that cock, nigger. Suck it. Yeahhhhh."

The young slave master's body began violent convulsions. He released
quick blasts of cum into the slave boy's mouth. The taste of the white
boy's cum sent the black slave into a state of dreamy ecstasy, not
unlike a wild animal in the jungle who has just been shot with
tranquilizers. Johnny continued to buck in the black boy's mouth,
while the slave dutifully swallowed every ounce of his master's cum.

When Johnny was through he let go of the slave boy's head and pushed
his face away from his cock. The black slave's body seemed to float as
he fell on the floor - a gentle smile across his face. The white boy's
jism trickled down the black slave's chin, and his own nigger cock
spewed globs of jism onto the floor.

Johnny sank onto his sister's bed, overcome by the sheer pleasure of
what he had just experienced. Missy clutched her pussy and suddenly
realized that she was wet from having an orgasm just by watching the
two boys.

When the slave boy returned to the other niggers in the slave quarters
they pumped him for information about their young mistress' white
vagina. The slave boy told the story over and over again - careful to
leave out the part of servicing Johnny's white cock after fucking his
sister. It didn't matter; Johnny was determined to expand his
"enterprise" by using more nigger boy's mouths when he needed them -
their asses too. The young slave master found that he never had to
masturbate again.

Men and boys in the slave quarters couldn't get enough of the story;
and the young slave couldn't stop beating off as he relived sucking
the white boy's cock in his imagination before drifting off to sleep.

Missy's father became the envy of all the slave owners in the county.
There was no doubt that he had the most highly motivated workers that
anyone in the area had ever seen. They all wondered how he did it, but
even he didn't know that his own daughter and son were his secret
weapons to increase productivity. They were better than any overseer
in discovering the secret of how to motivate niggers of all ages to
work. Missy and Johnny enjoyed their role in maintaining the smooth
operation of the plantation.

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