Slaves to Their Desires

The Roebuck plantation was one of the largest in West Georgia. It was isolated by its size; the closest plantation house was 10 miles away.

After Fort Sumter, John Ed Roebuck left his wife and two daughters to join his Confederate regiment. His older brother Lucas, who had lost his hand in a threshing accident and thus couldn’t serve, brought his wife to live with Jane Roebuck so there would be a male presence at the sprawling estate.

However, in the spring of 1862, Lucas and his wife had to leave for Atlanta; Lucas’ mother-in-law was ill and near death. The absence of a male presence lit the fuse on explosive events.

Jack Carpenter, the white overseer at the Roebuck plantation, had increased the level of his cruelty since John Ed’s departure. Without proper supervision, unwarranted whippings increased, the quantity and quality of food provided for the slaves was reduced (with Carpenter skimming profits). But what angered the male slaves the most was how Carpenter, on a nearly daily basis, sexually availed himself of their wives and teenaged daughters.

Jane Roebuck was 34. She had married John Ed, who was eight years her elder, when she was 16. A year later she gave birth to Rose and two years after that, Rebecca. Jane Roebuck was of Irish descent; she had flame-red hair and aqua eyes. After two pregnancies, she was a bit on the plump side, but she was still the type of woman any many would lust after. She was 5-foot-5 with creamy skin. Her breasts were melon-sized and had started to sag.

Rose, who had just turned 20, took after her mother but she was more lean. She, too, had red hair but unlike her mother’s often unruly locks, Rose’s hair was luxurious, full and smooth. Her skin also was creamy, and her breasts were full, firm and rode high and proud on her chest.

Rebecca took after her father, who had darker features. Her hair was brownish-red and she often wore it in pig tails to keep it under control. Despite being two years younger than her sister, she already was an inch taller than her mother and sister. She had coltish, long slender legs and breasts were apple sized.

On this particular day, around late morning, Jane was reading in the mansion’s upstairs study. Her daughters were sewing in a sitting room on the other end of the upstairs floor. It was mid-May, and the weather was heating up. The windows in the mansion were open to allow cross breezes. Jane looked up from her book when she heard shouts in the distance.

She went to the window and saw several house slaves heading for the storehouse. “That’s strange,” she thought. She called out to Tildie, the old slave mama who ran the house, but got no answer.

Jane was about to turn from the window to see where the house help was when some movement caught her eye. Running through the nearest field and toward the mansion, she saw about a dozen field workers. A cold fear started to grip her spine. The workers never came back from the field until the day was done. Here it was, just before noon, and they were not at work.

Jane was a Southern woman, and she was strong and confident. Still, she realized that other than the overseer, she and her daughters were the only whites — the only real authority — on the huge plantation. Her heart started to pound in her chest as she walked to the master bedroom. In a drawer in her dresser was the long-barreled Colt .45 that her husband had left for her “Just in case.” She dragged the heavy revolver from the drawer and checked to see that it was loaded.

Carrying the gun in her right hand and hiding it in the folds of her floor-length dress, she started slowly walking toward the stairs. She was trying not to panic, and she deliberately slowed her pace as she tried to calm her nerves.

As Jane stepped off the last step and into the first-floor foyer, the large oak door flew open and six field hands rushed in, single file.

She recognized Buck, one of the hardest working and most reliable field workers.

“B-b-buck,” she stammered as she tried to control her breathing, “uh, what are you boys doing here in the middle of the day? Shouldn’t you be in the fields? Where’s Mr. Carpenter?”

The six men had formed a semi-circle in front of Jane, blocking any exit she had other than back up the steps. She still had the heavy revolver hidden in her skirt but it was starting to feel like she was trying to hold a bale of cotton.

Buck grinned. “That mistah Carpenter? We done took care of that rat bastard sonovabitch. He tied up out in da field. He probly not gonna last to sundown.”

The men could hear Jane’s gasp. With the overseer — what, dead? dying? — there was no one to control the slaves. What she had witnessed from the window indicated that even the house servants were in on the uprising. Jane and her daughters were in grave danger.

Her protective, motherly instincts took over. She pulled the revolver from its hiding place and brought it in front of her. With both hands, she lifted it level and her thumb struggled to pull back the hammer.

“N-n-n-ow, y-y-you boys need to leave the house,” Jane said, her voice quaking with fear as she struggled to keep breathing.

Buck grinned again but said nothing. She wasn’t really aiming the gun at any of them, but it was clear that she was armed and perhaps dangerous.

Jane’s knees were shaking. Feeling pressed by the six men, she started to take a step back. But her foot caught on the bottom of her dress against the first stair step. She lost her balance and started to fall back. One hand came off the pistol to try to brace her fall. The barrel raised and her panicked finger squeezed off a wild shot that put a hole in the wall just above the door.

In seconds, the men were on her. One of them easily wrestled the gun from her hand. He looked on the weapon as though he had just been granted his freedom. The other men grabbed their master’s wife and yanked her to her feet, spinning her around to face the staircase. Buck had her right wrist, and he twisted her arm painfully behind her back.

“MAMA,” Rose screamed from the top of the stairs. Summoned by the gun shot, Rose and Rebecca had come running. They saw the six black slaves and her mother being manhandled. Nothing in their existence prepared them for the sight of a white woman, their mother, being held roughly by a … Negro.

Jane struggled in Buck’s grip. “For God’s sake, let me go, pleeeeease,” she wailed. “You can take all the jewelry, all the gold and silver. Let me and my daughters go. We’ll ride over to the Bentley plantation. By the time we get there, and anybody comes after you and the others, you’ll be long gone.”

It sounded like a perfectly reasonable request. But Buck and his five companions weren’t after a reasonable settlement.

“Nah, don’t think so,” he whispered with his mouth close and blowing hot breath on her ear. “We gotta lotta cocks need some cunt.”

Jane shivered at the sound of those coarse words.

Buck let Jane go, pushing her up the first two steps. She gathered her dress and petticoats and ran up the stairs to her daughters. Maybe they could somehow escape.

The men, though, were right behind her. When Jane and her daughters embraced in a tight, fearful hug, the men were surrounding them.

The men paired off and each pair grabbed a Roebuck and led/pushed them toward the master bedroom. Rose and Rebecca were crying and moaning, scared out of their minds and unable to speak.

“We gonna start wit’ mama,” Buck said, a smile that was part satisfaction, part lust and part evil. “Tie those girls up.”

The men grabbed sashes from the curtains and forced the girls to sit in two chairs about 10 feet from the foot of the bed. They tied them to the chairs.

Two other men grabbed Jane and dragged her to the large four-poster bed. Using sashes, they tied her arms to two of the posts and her ankles to the foot of the bed at the floor. She was standing helpless, facing her daughters.

Buck stepped in front of the master’s wife. He was about a foot taller, especially since her height was slightly reduced with her legs spread and tied. Like the other men, he was shirtless. His dark skin glistened with sweat and his muscles rippled and bulged. The other five men were similar in size and build.

Jane’s dress had a patch of lace that covered her upper shoulders to her neck and a few inches down her bodice. The sleeves of her dress reached just below her elbows. She had pinned her long red hair up to keep cool.

Buck reached his hands into Jane’s hair and patiently found and pulled out the hairpins. Her red mane tumbled free, reaching her shoulders. She closed her eyes. She knew the hairpins were just the beginning.

Buck cradled her face in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over her cheeks. His fingers were still dirty from the work he had done earlier in the day and his thumbs left light smudge marks on her porcelain skin. Her nostrils picked up the smell of fresh earth.

His index finger traced over her lips, then pushed its way between them to rub over her clenched teeth.

Rose and Rebecca were still sobbing, and they had closed their eyes so they couldn’t see their mother and her predicament.

Buck dropped his hands and took a step back to appraise his prey. Jane’s ragged breathing was causing her heavy breasts to rise and fall in the bodice of her dress. With her hair down, she looked even younger and prettier. Buck’s cock was tenting the front of his pants and his breathing and heart rate were also climbing.

His hands reached out and he felt the lace that made up the top part of Jane’s dress. Buck slipped his index fingers inside the thin cloth on each side of her neck and gave a quick yank toward her shoulders. It ripped easily and the sound of the tearing fabric filled the room.

Jane gasped and her eyes popped open. Suddenly, reality crashed upon her and she fully understood what Buck and his partners had in mind. “NOOOOOAAAHHHHH, PLEeeAAAASSEEEE, STTTTOOOPPPP,” she screeched.

Buck just smiled. He grabbed the torn lace and ripped it away from the dress, exposing the top part of Jane’s torso.

“Hey, Mose, you got that knife we took off that Carpenter bastard?”

He stepped forward and handed Buck the shiny, four-inch knife with a carved, ivory handle.

“Just you hold still, Miz Jane,” Buck said, waving the blade in front of her face.

Jane’s eyes were mesmerized by the gleaming knife blade. Her eyes followed the knife as he moved it to the cuff of her left sleeve. He slipped the tip of the blade under the fabric and pulled it up. The sharp edge sliced through the cloth, making a cut about three inches in length. Buck moved over to the other sleeve and performed a similar procedure.

He laid the knife on the bend and his strong hands moved to the torn cloth on Jane’s right sleeve. He ripped the sleeve all the way to the shoulder, then dropped the tattered material. He moved to the other sleeve and repeated the task.

Rose opened her eyes and shivered at what was being done to her mother’s dress. “Ohhhhh, maaammma,” she moaned.

Jane’s arms were bare from her shoulders down, the tattered remnants of her sleeves hanging at her sides. The other five slaves watched Buck’s handiwork and their breathing got faster. One stood behind Rebecca’s chair and was running his hands through her hair. She whimpered at his touch.

Buck was enjoying the power and control he had over his master’s wife. He placed the tip of the knife in the hollow of her neck and lightly traced it over her skin to the top of her dress where he had ripped away the lace. Jane held her breath as the knife point safely made its way over her skin.

He slipped the knife into the cloth of Jane’s bodice and again it sliced through the material, opening her dress all the way to its waist. All that was keeping the top part of her dress together was a few stray wisps of cloth at her shoulders. The blade made quick work of that resistance and what remained of the top of her dress now hung where it was gathered at her waist.

Buck tried to continue tearing her dress off but the material at the waist was thicker and sewn stronger. The knife again did its work and Buck bent at the waist, using the blade to cut Jane’s dress all the way to the hem. He grabbed the sides and pulled until the tattered rags were completely free of her body.

Jane was wearing a corset that plumped up her sizable tits. Under that she had a chemise that covered the top part of her body. She wore one petticoat, stiff and white. Under that were pantaloons and stockings that came to her knees.

Buck didn’t have any experience with corsets. He tried to yank it away from her body but it was tightly laced. He moved close to Jane, and she could feel his thick, sweaty chest pressing against her bosom as he leaned over to have a look at her back. Seeing the corset laces, he used the knife to slice through the laces. It took him several passes, but he finally loosened the contraption enough where he could pull it free.

Without the support of the constraints, Jane’s ample bosom bounced before it settled into the thin chemise. The room was growing hot as the outside temperature rose and there was no breeze. Jane had been sweating and the thin cotton stuck to her mounds, allowing the men a chance to get a good idea of their shape.

Buck cut through one shoulder strap and then the other. Jane’s body trembled as Buck used the tip of the knife to slowly pull the chemise down and expose her heaving jugs.

There was an intake of breath by the six men. Her breasts sagged on her chest, but their overall size and fullness offset any unattractiveness. The large areolas were brown and perched on her breast tips, which were upturned. Her nipples were dark brown from having nursed her two daughters and they were as round and thick as a man’s thumb.

His rough, calloused hands moved to her breasts. His palms circled over the tit tips, teasing her nipples into hardness that she couldn’t control. Buck plucked the hard pleasure nubs between his thumb and index fingers, lightly squeezing her nips, then rolling them, flicking them. Jane closed her eyes and shuddered as his large hands played and stimulated her sweat-slickened globes.

The other men were becoming more excited. The one fondling Rebecca’s hair was rubbing his crotch against the back of her head. Another man was rubbing his hands over Rose’s face as she moaned in protest.

The men quickly undid the rope and draw strings and let their pants drop to the floor. The man standing behind Rose simply started rubbing his cock in her thick red hair. The other four stepped in front of the two girls.

Rose and Rebecca shrieked in unison and their mother moaned, “Ooooh, GAAAAWD, NOOOOO” as the four slaves displayed their naked bodies. Their cocks, all uncircumcised, stood out like four black tubes. All were impressive in length, but the sizes and girths were varied enough to be distinguishable.

Mose spit in his hand and fisted his cock and pulled the foreskin back on the shaft. His plum-like cock head appeared, shiny with precum and sweat. They all followed suit, using saliva to lube up their cocks and skinning the foreskins back and forth to expose the bulbous heads.

Ike, the one who had taken a liking to Rose, was the only one making physical contact and his self-pleasuring interlude was the quickest. The feel of the girl’s smooth, luxuriant hair on his throbbing dick plus his own jacking motion was enough to tip his lust bucket. His ball sack constricted and his hot jizz poured from his cock in streams as he came in and on the girl’s hair.

“EWWWWAAA, GAAAAAWD, what IS THAT?” Rose screamed as the thick man cream spurted into her hair and on her scalp. She could feel rivulets of the liquid running down her neck.

Their friend’s success helped the other four. Jane’s stripping, the presence of two young fresh cunts and the anticipation of what was to come was enough. In rapid succession, all four cocks fired off their loads, their first strongest spurts reaching the two girls. Joseph, the one nearest Rebecca landed his first shot in the middle of her forehead, and she gasped as the hot jizz slowly ran down her nose. Mose’s spurts found their mark on the bodice of Rose’s green dress and left dark splotches there. Sam and Henry also managed to land some of their cream on the captive girls.

Jane hung her head in shame at the degradation inflicted upon her daughters. In the deep recesses of her mind, she knew it would and could get worse.

Buck’s thick fingers worked loose the bow that cinched Jane’s petticoat around her waist. The starched cotton slipped down her hips, exposing the pantaloons underneath. With her legs tied at the ankles, Buck’s only option for removing the petticoat completely involved more cutting. The knife tore through the frilly garment and he finished by ripping it the rest of the way; the tattered remnants fell to the floor.

Buck’s cock was aching for the release that his friends had achieved. The pantaloons were gauzy and light; his hands reached for the sash that held them up, ripped it free and then tore the pantaloons down and off Jane’s legs with several violent yanks. Her useless camisole was bunched around her waist, and she was naked but for her knee-high stockings and shoes.

Jane tangled reddish brown pubic hair topped off her prominent mound. Her pussy lips were tightly bunched together and emphasized the slit that ran from her hair and disappeared between her legs.

Buck ran his thick, rough middle finger down that slit, splitting apart the lips and probing Jane’s opening. It was slightly moist, and his finger had difficulty gaining much depth.

He knelt down, and untied her ankles, picked her up and propped her knees on the end of the four-poster bed. Her arms were still tied to the posts. Buck walked around and crawled on the bed behind the kneeling woman.

Jane moaned and craned her head back over her shoulder. “NOOOOO, what are you doing?”

The only love making Jane had experienced with her husband had been missionary style. Having a man behind her made her feel even more exposed and vulnerable.

Buck looked at her wide, womanly hips and her plump ass cheeks and decided there was plenty of meat there for him to plow. His lust had reached the point where all he cared about was burying his cock in a pussy. Buck yanked free his belt and pushed his pants down. He 9-incher resembled a wagon tongue as it protruded from his muscular middle.

Buck instructed his companions to untie the girls so they could have a better view of their mother’s defilement. The men pulled the teens to their feet. They were pushed to the end of the bed and held there, each by two of the slaves.

Rose and Rebecca stared at their mother. Her large breasts were hanging and swaying, the nipples hard like thimbles. They could see Buck behind her, his hands roaming over Jane’s hips and ass.

He slapped her ass cheeks. Thwack, thwack, thwack. The flesh jiggled and Jane moaned in pain. Buck fisted his erection and rubbed the swollen head up and down Jane’s gash, leaving a snail-like trail of precum as his spear tip made its way from the top of her slit to her asshole.

After a few passes up and down, Buck could no longer hold back. He leaned forward and lodged his swollen prick bulb between Jane’s pussy lips. She shuddered as she felt the size of the intruder; it felt twice as big as her husband’s erect penis and the fact that it was trying to penetrate her from a new angle added to her apprehension.

Satisfied that his phallus had secured an opening in her gash, Buck grabbed Jane’s hips and yanked her ass toward his groin as he thrust forward. With one bold stroke, he buried his bone to the hilt in Jane’s fuck tunnel.

“IEEEAAAHHHHAAAANNGNGGGAAA,” Jane gurgled a scream, and her body went rigid. Her ponderous breasts flopped up and then bounced back to her chest as she tried to pull away from the thick staff of flesh that had invaded her most private area.

“Unnnnghgggh,” Buck groaned as his prick pulsed inside her canal. After two births, her pussy walls had stretched. But fear and the fact that her vagina had yet to start secreting fluids made her love tunnel a tight fit for his hefty cock. He started to fuck, rocking his hips back and forth, his cock receding until just the head was entrapped and then plunging it again to its root.

Buck was strong and virile. Having his prick buried in a white woman’s snatch turned him into a demon. He started to quickly pile drive his cock into Jane’s hole. His muscular buttocks clenched, and his hips were a blur as he pounded his partner’s pussy.

“AAAAhhh …. Unnnnggggh…. GAAAAWDDDDD,” Jane babbled. The sensation of the over-sized cock in her vagina was nothing like she had ever felt. Of its own accord and stimulated by Buck’s shaft and its machine-like drilling, her pussy started to moisten. Everyone in the bedroom could hear the loud squishy noises of the copulating couple.

Rose and Rebecca had never witnessed such a scene. They both were confused by an unfamiliar tingling sensation that was twitching between their legs.

The men holding the girls were getting hard again. Ike, standing behind Rebecca, started thrusting his crotch against her and his hand was moving up and down her arm. Sam’s hands started to similarly roam over Rose’s shoulders and her neck.

Buck was reaching the edge. The increased wetness in Jane’s fuck tube was making it easier for his cock to slip in and out. Feeling his balls about to empty, Buck grabbed Jane’s hips and plunged his prick as deep as it would go. His body went rigid, and he emitted a guttural growl as his jizz spurted deep in Jane’s belly.

Jane had rarely achieved an orgasm with her husband and sex to her had never been a priority. This fucking, though, had lit a fire in her cunt. She didn’t climax when Buck shot his cock cream. She was left on the edge, panting, her breasts heaving.

Buck leaned back on his haunches, pulling his meat stick out of Jane’s gash with a loud plopping sound. She could feel trickles of his sperm load running down the inside of her thighs. His cock was still twitching. He fisted it, rubbing the tip against her gaping gash; a few small spurts of sperm added to the sloppy mess.

Buck looked at Mose and nodded. Mose took a step and was in front of Rose. Her dress was simpler than her mother’s. It buttoned down the front. It had a scalloped neck that exposed the upper part of her chest, and the short sleeves covered her shoulders with two small billows of fabric.

Rose looked up at the man that towered over her. He smiled but it wasn’t a smile of kindness or warmth. His big hands grabbed the top of her dress and ripped it, the buttons flying free and the material at the shoulders tearing so that the top of her dress folded down to her waist.

“OHHHH, GAAAWDDD NOOOO, Roooooosssseee,” Jane sobbed. “Please leave my daughters alone.”

To improve his view, Buck moved to hug Jane from behind, his semi-erect phallus, still slimy, wedged between his stomach and her back. His big hands came around to cup and fondle her heaving bosom. Jane’s nervous system was still jumpy. Part of her mind told her body was in need of sexual relief, but the other part was trying to deal with her daughters’ plight.

Rose’s firm breasts heaved inside her thin chemise. Her breathing was rapid, and she flung her hair from side to side.

Mose slipped the knife inside the bottom of her chemise and started to pull upward. The sharp blade ended its journey by rending the garment in half. The two sides hung over Rose’s quivering mounds.

Ike and Henry had been holding Rose. They grabbed the chemise and pulled it off and down her arms, exposing her proud mounds. They stood high and firm on her chest. The areolas were dime sized and perfectly surrounded the pink nubs of her nipples.

The men holding Rose started fondling her breasts, each taking one in their strong, rough hands. Mose continued stripping the teen of her clothes. He ripped through the rest of her dress and yanked her pantaloons to her ankles.

Rebecca was struggling to free herself, but Sam and Joseph had firm grips on her arms. Her dress buttoned up the back. They each grabbed one side and pulled, yanking the garment open. Switching hands gripping her arms, they grabbed the front of her dress and yanked it down.

Joseph moved behind Rebecca, grabbing both her arms and pinning them back. Her budding breasts pressed against her thin camisole the outline of her mounds evident.

Sam’s large black hands covered Rebecca’s mounds and squeezed them through the thin silk. His thumbs flicked over the tit tips, sparking the nipples to hardness. Rebecca was surprised that the stimulation of her breasts seemed to be feeding the tingling sensation she had been feeling between her legs.

Impatient to bare the girl’s breasts, Sam’s hand grabbed a handful of the camisole and jerked his arm back. Rebecca felt a tug on the thin straps then heard a tearing sound. The straps gave way and the silk garment split down the middle. Sam took the rag of cloth that was in his fist and sniffed it. Lilacs.

Rebecca’s breasts had the faintest sag, giving them a perfect pear-like shape. Her rose-colored nipple buds pointed upward. Joseph moved to her side, gripping one arm. He and Sam started squeezing and mashing her breasts, teasing the nipples with their fingers.

Sam then finished stripping Rebecca, yanking the rest of her dress down and off her legs, soon to be followed by her pantaloons.

The girls were wrestled onto the large bed, laying each one sideways across so that Rose’s head was in one direction and Rebecca’s head was in the opposite direction. Their legs dangled off the edge of the bed as Ike pinned Rose’s hands down, pulling her arms straight back. Joseph did the same to Rebecca. That left Sam facing Rebecca’s legs and Henry facing Rose.

As the two Roebuck girls were being positioned on the bed, Mose cut the sashes and released Jane’s hands. She started to collapse but Buck and Mose grabbed her. Mose pulled her forward and got her to her feet as Buck dismounted the bed. Mose backed up until he was sitting in a chair. Buck forced Jane to her knees.

Mose grabbed two handfuls of her red hair. His cock was pointing straight up like a flagpole. Jane tried to shake her head then pitifully whispered, “N-n-n-ooooo, please, I’ve … never … gawd, it’s … I can’t please.” Mose’s strong hands yanked her head down and forced her lips to within inches of his rock-hard phallus.

Buck was on his knees behind Jane. He gave her ass a hard whack with his open palm. Her mouth flew open, and Mose jerked her mouth over his rod.

“MFFFMGGAAHHAHH,” Jane mumbled, her mouth gagging on the sweaty tasting skin of Mose’s prick. Her lips could feel his foreskin sliding down, revealing the plum-like crown that was starting to leak precum.

As their mother got her first lesson in oral sex, the Roebuck girls were about to get fucked. Each girl was pinned to the bed by their arms. Their legs tried to thrash to get free but the two men intent on deflowering them soon were able to gain strong hand holds to subdue the struggles.

Rose’s thick red hair was splashed across the bed as her head frantically rocked back and forth. When she opened her eyes and looked up she could see Ike’s hard cock bobbing above her.

Henry had pushed Rose’s legs apart and had pinned her knees to the edge of the bed. Her midsection jerked with her ragged breathing, her firm breasts flattened on her chest. Rose was slender, in this position, her stomach was concave, her rib cage prominent; it was a contrast to her full-figured mother, and her girlish form added to her allure.

Henry leaned forward at the waist and his mouth covered her left breast. Rose let out a hiss and then a wail as his thick tongue whirled over her hardening nipple. His mouth moved back and forth over her mounds, leaving her pleasure nubs erect, spit soaked and throbbing.

Rebecca was in a similar predicament. Her breasts were not as developed as her sister and as she lay flattened and pinned to the bed, her torso had a boyish look. However, her nipples were already rock hard and prominent. Sam had pushed her legs together and wrapped his arm around them at the knees, pinning them to his side.

His free hand roamed over Rebecca’s body and found the softness of her flattened breasts. His thumb and forefinger grabbed her right nipple and rolled it back and forth, pinching and lifting up, pulling her breast flesh up.

“OOOOWWW, NOOOOO, please, that hurts,” she wailed.

He let go. His strong, calloused palm then covered her breast, pressing it hard into her chest. He rubbed his hand back and forth, mashing her thimble-like nipple into her tit mound. Rebecca felt the air rush out of her lungs like she had been punched in the gut.

As her daughters were made ready, Jane was trying to keep from gagging on Mose’s cock. He was using his hands to move her head up and down as his prick fucked her hot, wet mouth. She gurgled as her mouth filled with his rod, his precum and her saliva. She fought the urge to gag as his cock head bumped against the back of her throat.

Henry’s mouth moved down Rose’s slender torso and she shivered at the touch of his lips and tongue on her soft flesh. When he reached her mound, his hand stroked through the curly strands of her bush, then moved until it cupped her mound.

“Gaawwddd noooo, don’t touch me there. PLEASE.”

He could feel the heat of an arousal she couldn’t control. His thick, calloused index finger reached her slit and stroked the delicate labia before slipping between them and probing her inner folds.

Ike held Rose’s wrists in one of his large hands, freeing the other one to roam over her face, stroking the soft skin of her cheeks and lips. It moved to her chest, where it toyed with her breasts and nipples. Rose’s upper body rocked with her heavy breathing.

Henry’s thick index finger found the opening it sought and plunged inside. Rose screeched as her most private place was invaded for the first time. He stroked it in and out as it became slickened with her pussy’s juices. He pulled it out, sniffed it and then licked it clean.

“Sweet pussy, nice and wet and ready to be fucked.”

Rose’s head snapped up and she saw Henry’s cock. His hand wrapped around the base but what was visible looked huge.

“NOOOOO, IT’S TOOOO BIG. Please, please, leave us alone. We’re… virg… virgins. Don’t…”

Sam still held Rebecca’s legs, but his free hand had moved from her breasts to her crotch. He was also exploring his partner with his finger. Rebecca’s pussy lips formed a tight line that was emphasized by the way her legs were being held. Sam’s finger stroked up and down that slit, teasing the young woman, and igniting feelings she’d never felt. At the same time, she could hear her sister begging as she was also being molested.

Rebecca’s eyes were tightly shut, trying to block out what was happening. Her lack of vision, though, only made Sam’s probing more effective. When his finger moved to the top of her slit and stroked the hood of her clitoris, her hips bucked.

“OHhhhHHHHAAAAHHH, NOOOOO. What are you doing? Don’t… stop… touching me… there.”

Sam smiled knowing that Rebecca’s reaction and pleading meant that his foreplay was effective. He let go of her legs only to grab her ankles and yank them as wide apart as he could. Her pink cleft opened, revealing her pink labia that were moist from her arousal.

Sam pulled her closer to the edge of the bed and closer to his cock. It was arrow straight and pointed at her mound. He leaned forward and Rebecca felt the hot touch of his swollen cock knob.

Henry was between Rose’s legs, is rod laying across her mound. She bucked and rolled her hips to try and avoid the inevitable. The room reverberated as Henry slapped her flat stomach, leaving a red splotch. “Quit strugglin’, bitch. Ain’t gonna do you any good.”

The hand slap stung and brought tears to her eyes, but Rose ceased her efforts. She was gasping for breath as she awaited her fate.

Henry’s hand guided his cock as it slid down Rose’s mound, his precum mixing with her pussy juices. When his knob found the rubbery opening to her tunnel, he pushed his hips forward until it popped through, gaining purchase in the young woman’s vagina. He groaned as he felt the heat and tightness gripping the tip of his cock.

His hands gripped her hips and his cock slipped deeper until it was half inside. The air whooshed from Rose’s lungs at the feeling of fullness between her legs.

Henry’s hips lurched as his cock slipped back and forth, each trip gaining more depth. When his knob reached her hymen, Rose gasped. Henry withdrew his cock until just the head remained inside the clasping pussy walls. He knew the best way to make a girl a woman, was with a single, powerful thrust.

He pulled Rose’s hips toward his crotch as his butt tensed and he lurched forward. His back arched with the sensation of his cock fully inside this tight and wet pussy.

“IEEEEAAAHHHHHHHHHH. You’re killing me. GAAAWDDDD, PLEEEAAAASE IT HURTS.”

Henry also knew that the pain Rose was feeling would soon turn to pleasure as his meaty rod did its work. He began stroking it in and out, working steadily to fill her freshly fucked pussy with a pulsing cock.

The initial sting of losing her womanhood began to subside and Rose was shocked and amazed that there was a pleasant, tingling warmth building between her legs.

Sam’s hands were holding Rebecca’s ankles, so he attempted to skewer her by maneuvering his cock with his hips. The blunt tip slipped back and forth, her mound becoming more slippery with each stroke from his precum and her flowing juices. But he was unable to lodge his cock where he wanted.

Joseph, the youngest of the group, had been content to hold Rebecca’s hands while Sam did his business.

“Take one of her hands and move it down her to my cock,” Sam commanded.

Rebecca tried to resist but Joseph easily overpowered her attempt, and he moved her hand near her crotch. “Make her grab my cock.”

James pushed her hand against his friend’s rod. “Take it girl, put your fingers around it,” Sam growled. She could feel the veiny bumps on the hot flesh and her brain scrambled at the thought that she was holding a man’s erect penis.

Rebecca could barely grasp the girth with her small hand. Sam lost patience. He released her ankles and slapped her hand away, grasping his cock and pushing it between her thin labia. The invading knob made them fold inward.

“AAAHHHH NOOOOOO it’s too BIGGGG,” Rebecca wailed. “Take it out. Don’t. I can’t take it.”

Sam didn’t have Henry’s patience and experience. Once he felt his cock was in position, he took possession with one strong stroke, his back arching as his hips pushed against Rebecca’s, his cock shredding her hymen.

Rebecca cried out with a long wail, the pain of her torn membrane feeling unbearable. Her mouth gaped open and shut like a fish out of water and she wished for an instant death.

Sam was shuddering with the excitement of fucking this pretty white girl and he began sawing his cock in and out. Watching Buck take the mother and now being inside this clinging cunt was making his cock throb and his ball sack tingle. He knew he wasn’t far from unloading his seed.

Being fucked hard and fast, her hips being pounded by this black man, made Rebecca feel strange. Her nerve endings in her breasts and between her legs felt on fire and she was surprised that the pain of losing her virginity was changing to pleasure. Her vagina was reacting on its own and she shuddered to admit that it felt good.

As Sam’s cock spasmed, he thrust it deep, and he felt the cum bubbling out of his balls. He froze with his rod embedded in the tight pussy as it delivered its load.

Rebecca’s eyes flew wide open at the feeling of the hot liquid going deep inside her. His cream was copious and began to leak out over her labia and dribble down her ass crack. She was surprised that the liquid slipping over her most private place didn’t make her feel disgusted.

Mose, the oldest of the group, was enjoying the feeling of his cock in Jane’s mouth. His cock was not as huge as the others and Jane had accepted her fate by using her tongue to lap at the invading flesh. When it lapped over his sensitive knob, Mose couldn’t hold back any other. His cum began to gush, his hands clasping Jane’s head firmly.

“MMMMFFFFAGGAAAAHHHH.” Jane didn’t want to swallow the hot liquid, but her mouth was filling, and she gulped the salty jizz as it continued to flow.

The sounds of Mose unloading in Jane’s mouth and his friend’s orgasmic success was plenty for Henry. His deep thrust into Rose’s gripping pussy triggered his lust. He grunted in pleasure as he felt his seed start to flow. Rose shivered at the feel of his hot jizz.

“OHHHH… AAAAHHH. Noooooo, gaaawwwddd.”

Henry’s cock throbbed as it flooded Rose’s insides. He convulsed and then pushed back, his erection bobbing as it was freed. A few final spurts deposited cum on Rose’s mound and lower abdomen. She raised her head to look at his shiny rod as it quivered in pleasure.

Jimmy clambered across the bed so he could replace Sam. His cock was rock hard from watching his friend spill his seed inside the pretty young white girl. Rebecca had closed her eyes in relief after her first fuck, but they flew open as she felt another male member probing her still quivering slit.

“NNNOOOOOO, PLEEEASSE. Not again, no more. Let me rest.”

Her pleas only fired Jimmy’s lust. His hand grasped his cock and guided the tip to her slit. He looked down at the lovely, delicate flesh, her pubic hair wet from sweat and arousal. He pushed his cock between her labia and it easily slipped inside the slippery and recently stretched out fuck tube.

“No! No! No! No! Nooooooooo …! Umph! Um-umph! UMMMMMMmmmm!”

Jimmy’s cock was fully and deeply inside Rebecca’s hot, tight pussy. He sighed at the sensation and just left his cock there, savoring the sensation.

Ike had watched Henry’s conquest of Rose, but he had decided he wanted the mother. “Hey, Buck,” he said, “come over here, will ya. I want to fuck mama.”

Buck agreed to the request and Henry looked at Buck quizzically. “Ya ready for more fuckin’?” Buck smiled and went to the side of the bed between Rose’s legs, his erection answering his friend’s question. Henry crawled up on the bed next to Rose, his hands moving over her breasts.

Both Rose and Rebecca felt that their bodies’ nervous systems were out of whack. Especially between their legs, everything was tingling. They didn’t understand that their sexual releases, their first orgasms, were being built.

After taking Mose’s load of cum, Jane had collapsed on her side. Her pussy was still tingling from Buck’s fuck session and now her first experience at oral sex had stunned her senses. “I should be fighting back, resisting, trying to help Rose and Rebecca,” her mind screamed. “Why does my body act like it wants more?”

She didn’t realize Ike was kneeling next to her until she felt his big hands on her hip, rolling her on her back. She instantly saw his throbbing erection; it was bigger than the cock she had just sucked.

“I wanna fuck me a white woman,” Ike said, emphasizing the word. His hands grasped both of her large breasts, squeezing so her soft flesh squeezed between his fingers.

“OOHHHH, that hurts. Not so rough.”

Ike smiled. “Maybe you like this.” His head dipped to her mound and his lips encircled one of her fat nipples, his teeth nipping at it as his tongue washed over the smooth nub. His other hand continued to maul her other breast, his fingers tweaking and squeezing her nipple.

Jane couldn’t believe that her back was arching, forcing her breasts upward, offering them to the black slave. She felt a growing tingling between her legs.