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 Author: Milliford Jones
Title: Time In, Time Out Part 2 of 8 - The Plantation
Summary: A man awakes to find he's not when, or where, he should be.
Keywords: Warning!  MF, Mg, oral, anal, scat, ws, interr, politically
inappropriate
Disclaimer:
Imagine stepping into an adult book store.  It smells like a mix of
cheap men's cologne and dark desires.  You go into a booth and see a
selection of animated movies.  Not the real thing, no real actors.  It
takes place in a universe where no one gets killed.  No one gets hurt
without having the hurt assuaged.  No one gets fucked up physically or
emotionally without eventually resolving it.  And love counts.  This is the

fictional universe of Passions of the Perverted.

   Please note these tales are intended for adults only.  They are
obviously fantasy and have no correlation with the real world.  The
characters are likewise totally fictitious.  I neither endorse or take part
in any of the acts described, except for that act of fantasy itself, which
allows for extreme behavior and exploration, but does not even begin to
suggest that such behavior is appropriate in real life.

   This disclaimer is unfortunately necessary in a world where even fantasy
is often deemed illegal, despite the fact that it is much healthier and
worlds safer than much less extreme actual risk taking behavior.

   It is with this vision and these parameters I present:



   Time In, Time Out - Part 2 The Plantation

   I had fallen asleep in heaven sandwiched between my two Polynesian
beauties , I awoke in paradise, the stiff tube of my fully revived penis
nestled in the soft heated cleft of my wife's thick firm buttocks, or at
least I thought it was her.  As I reached around her to knead her tits I
was surprised to find soft over-sized mammaries with thick long nipples,
much larger than Leilanie's ever were.  The stranger responded to me with a
soft murmur and shifted her ass to make her sex fully accessible.  My
thoughts fled as I felt her nudge her asshole against my thickened dick and
heard a strange voice say, "Oh, Massa Wilson, you gonna deep fuck muh pussy
ag'in--or is you gwine fill up my asshole dis mo'nin' wit chur hot cream?"

   Surprised, I jerked against this stranger, who was obviously from the
deep south, but when she clasped my manhood with a rough warm hand, and
guided into the greasy well lubricated flesh of her anus, then felt her
slide back onto my cock and was suddenly enveloped in her heated shit hole,
fucking me deep into her open bowels, my dick took control of the situation
and I groaned, "Oh shit, yes.  "

   "It's Muh shit, Massa Wilson," this stranger crooned sweetly.  "Ah jus'
lovs dat hard dick up my ass firs' thing in th' mo'nin."

   "Fuck you, you hot cunt!" I groaned, figuring I'd find out what was
happening later.  This bitch was backing her ass up for me and I wasn't
about to turn down a free anal fuck like this.  I knew something wasn't
right, and I was still groggy with sleep, not sure whether this was a dream
or reality.  But I figured a fuck wrapped around my dick was not to be
questioned till the fuck was done.  I began hunching into the cunt's hot
shitter and I let myself get lost in the delightful perverse sensations of
sodomizing this strange new woman.  I had no idea who she might be, and
didn't much care either by now.  I loved and adored my wife, but she and I
both knew I wouldn't turn down fresh tail if it were freely offered, and
for all I knew, she was the one orchestrating this scenario, and would join
in herself any moment.

   As I continued to explore the smooth internal tube of this woman's
rectum, sliding in and out as if I were slicing through hot butter, I
slowly opened my eyes to see who she was.  I didn't know her.  She was a
thick dark black wench, whose big beautiful ebony ass kept rolling against
me in time with my drilling, deep and full into her anal cavity.  She took
my cock like a pro, which I figured was the case.  Even so, I twisted her
upper torso back to me and said, "Kiss me, bitch!"

   "Oh!" she moaned in surprise and offered her thick lips to me.  I kissed
her hungrily, dueling with her thick tongue and sucking out her saliva as I
fucked her ass.

   "Shit!  Fuck!  Goddamn!" I growled when I pulled back.  "You are such a
beautiful black bitch."

   Fucking back hard, using her hands to play with her pussy as she did,
she groaned back to me, "Yo loves yo' nigga Birtha fo' real?  'Cause ah
loves muh massah's hard white cock, suh.  Please give yo' Bertha girl yo'
cum up in muh dirty shithole.  Ah'll suck yo' cock clean as a new whistle
fo' yo aftah yo do."

   It suddenly hit me, this woman was treating me as if I were her slave
master.  Was this a new perverted gift from Leilani?  A hot black
submissive whore?  A new sex toy?  Or again, was this some drunken dream?

   Her calling me master wasn't upsetting me as much as it should.  In
fact, it was a turn on.  The only things I really cared about right now was
her hot asshole, her big black tits, the rutting sexuality we were immersed
in and the electric connection between the bitch's shit-hole and the
sensitive head of my pounding cock.

   "I can smell your juicy cunt while I fuck your stinking asshole," I
whispered hoarsely in her ear.

   "Muh niggah cunt is all juiced up fo' you, suh.  Will you let yo' niggah
cum wit chu?"

   "Fuck yes," I groaned feeling that impending orgasm very very close. 
"Please cum with me...Bertha.," recalling the name she had used for
herself. " Let me feel your guts explode around my dick while I cum up your
black nigger asshole." The last statement was both a test and a
declaration. I wanted to see how Bertha would react to it, and because even
though my great grandfather was a black man, I used the word as a statement
of ownership.  While I was fucking Bertha, and if she was my slave girl for
the day, she would be my nigger.  I was very pleased with her reaction.

   "Ahhhh!  yesss massah," the big black girl moaned.  "Ah's cummin'! 
Thank you fo' lettin' yo' nigga girl cum with chu!"

   "Urgh!" I groaned.  "Cumming in your nigger ass!" I groaned, letting the
normally forbidden "n" word explode from my mouth again.  It seemed to be
what she wanted to hear because as soon as I said it she went wild,
grinding against me, begging for "Mo'!  Please!  Mo!  Massa Wilson!"

   She groaned, "Yo want muh nigga shit on your prong, Massah?  You wants
me to shit on yo' white cock?"

   "That's right," I crowed, even as I came even harder up her ass.  "Cover
my white dick with your hot nigger shit.  You slut.  Shit on me Bertha. 
Shit for me.  Show me you love me and shit all over my ass-fucking cock!"

   "Ohhhhh!," she trailed off as she released her bowels, exuding her
filthy shit all around my cock.  Soon it was forming a muddy pudding
against my groin, spreading to my lower belly, my balls and down onto my
thighs.  The fecal odor filled the room as my pounding cock continued to
mix my creamy sperm with her semi-liquid shit.

   "Oh shit, Massa, I's shittin' on you.  Ah cain't stop!"

   "Don't try to hold it, Bertha." I groaned into her ear.  "I want it all.
Shit and cum for me at the same fucking time."

   "I's doin' it massah!" she whined and grunted, her farting asshole
rippled around my cock as her shit continued to roil out of her.  My own
orgasm still urged me to grind as deep into her as I could.  I was
surprised at the amount of cum I could produce having had such a workout
the night before, but I drenched the black girl's shitty bowels with pulse
after pulse of man cream, mixing it with her shit as she expelled it.

   If I hadn't been so wrapped up in the delicious orgasm I would have been
taken aback by my own reactions as well as my new lover's comments, but I
was lost in this surreal half-dream and in the weirdest fuck of my life. 
By the time my orgasm was replete, I was gasping and drained.  I felt the
gooey stinking paste that covered my groin.

   "Clean me!" I ordered.

   "I'll get some wash rags," the girl said,

   "No!" I said, still feeling imperious.  After all, it was a dream and I
could eschew courtesy if I wanted.  "I want you to lick it off."

   Bertha turned to me with an evil grin and began to lower her body into
position.

   "No, cunt." I said.  "I want your pussy in my face while you eat that
shit."

   I think that surprised her again, but the black girl shuffled about
until I got a beautiful view of her thick ass and dirty ass hole, as well
as her kinky and matted fringed wide open pussy, pink and soaked with
juices that let me know she had truly enjoyed the ass-fuck.  I grabbed her
by her big ass and drew her steaming cunt down onto my face.

   "Suck me, you beautiful nigger," I growled just as I delved into the
delicious cavity of her womanhood.

   As I got my first taste of her heady musky cunt, I felt her engulf my
reviving cock into the warm wet velvet cavern of her mouth.  She gagged as
I thrust full into her throat.  At the same time I drew her surprisingly
large distended clitoris into my mouth and began sucking on it.

   Her floodgates opened then.  Her pussy began to pour out the dark
flavored juice I craved and she began greedily sucking harder at my shitty
cock.  I realized she was now associating the taste of her shit with the
pleasure of having her pussy sucked.  The black bitch may or not have had
qualms about sucking my shit covered dick, but once she felt me working on
her nigger cunt she threw caution to the winds.  She swallowed the length
of my cock and ingested her own feces as she ground her pussy into my face.
I heard her lips smack lewdly as she lapped and tongued my dick, then my
lower abdomen and my balls for the shitty paste.  From her wriggling
hunching movements it was obvious she was peaking already.  However, I
wasn't ready to cum again quite yet.  Besides, I wanted to taste her dirty
asshole.  So, before she could reach her desired peak, I released her
little prick of a clit and maneuvered her ass so I could grab that big
round butt .  I heard her moan in disappointment.  Then I probed my tongue
all the up into her filthy anus.  At the first taste of her shit, My head
began to spin and my cock lunched.  So did her ass.  If I hadn't had a grip
on her she might have launched herself off the bed.  But I held on tight
and dug in deep into her still open shit-hole.  I was rewarded with a
liquefied mixture of my cum and her shit, creating a creamy earthy tasting
concoction that both disgusted and excited me.

   I am not a cum eater by inclination, but I'll go a long way for a woman
who will open up her bowels to me, and once she accepted my oral intrusion,
she relaxed her asshole and let me have my way with her.  Her cock sucking
intensified.  From her grunts and groans I could tell it was more than just
acceptance.  Even if she was a veteran whore, she was getting deeper and
deeper into my perversions.  She ground against my face, glazing my
countenance with her hot sweet shit.  She wanted her cum.  Immersed in her
filth, I was now getting ready to cum myself and I switched my mouth back
to her cunt.  I worried her drooling cunt even as I sucked her big clit
back into my mouth.  She growled and groaned, then exploded a torrent of
cunt juice into my mouth, drenching my face and mouth with an orgasmic flow
that would challenge any man's spurting cum.  I held off as long as I
could, but her cock-sucking combined an enthusiasm and expertise that
finally drove me over the edge and I spurted jet after hot jet of scummy
sperm into her sucking mouth.  We wrestled there for several minutes,
battling for our orgasms, milking every drop and trickle of our effusions
from one another.

   When my cum was finally totally completed and I felt the lovely oblivion
that come when super orgasms drain away, I looked up, looking around to see
Leilani and/or Malani with shit eating grins and a video camera.  Instead,
I saw a dimly lit room with a large canopy bed.  This was not my apartment,
and Leilani and Malani were nowhere to be found.  I also saw there were
candles set up all around the room.  There weren't any electric lights, No
phone or TV.  No electrical gadgets at all.  There was just this black
bitch and me, collapsed together, with the lingering taste of her shit in
my mouth and her lazily lapping at my limp dick.

   Bertha suddenly started, as if remembering something.  She began trying
to fight off her lethargy and struggle out of the big feather bed,
muttering apologies for lingering, "Ah's sorry suh, I didn't mean t' stay
in yo' bed aftuh yuh was through wit' me.  It's jus' dat I cum so hard ah
los' my mind a bit.  Ah's be goin' now."

   "Don't go yet, Bertha," I grunted.  "Give yourself time to catch your
breath.  In fact, girl.  Why don't you climb up her and cuddle with me a
bit, enjoy the moment."

   A look of fear and surprise came over Bertha.  I could see now she was
young.  I would guess she was under 20.  Her skin was smooth and shining
from her exertions from me.  She still had a shit-sheen on her face.  Her
eyes were bright and calculating, a look I was familiar with.  If this had
been real life, I would have taken her for a social climber, a girl who was
trying to use her time in my bed as a route to promotion.  Yet, what she
said was "Yessuh, Massa Wilson." She was very good at this role-playing. 
Her humility exuded from her like an odor.  But, that was cool.  I enjoyed
role-playing myself.  I had yet to figure out how my wife had managed to
pull off this stunt, or if I was in the middle of a delusion brought on by
too much partying.

   Bertha climbed up beside me and meekly accepted me when I wrapped my
arms around her, kissed her shitty mouth with my own.  I said sincerely,
"Thanks sweetheart, that was beautiful."

   She hesitantly looked up into my eyes and that when I finally understood
this was not a game.  It wasn't something my wife had concocted and set-up.
Seeing the total subservience in Bertha's eyes, tinged with fear and hiding
other darker things, I realized.  Somehow, something had happened.

   "Tha-thank you, Massa Wilson," she muttered softly, lowering her eyes.
Then she added slyly, "Do this mean you ain't gwine put me out in da fields
like you said you would if'n I didn't getchur prick to cum?  Las' night you
tol' me my coochie done got all sloppy and loose fo' yo' dick since ah had
muh las' baby."

   "Your baby?" I asked.

   "Yessuh, yo' own niggah chile, suh."

   I looked at her blankly.  She got a puzzled fearful look.  "Ah swear,
suh.  Dat chile is yourn.  Ain't no full niggah.  By Jesus' name.  Since yo
brought me into yo house, I ain't let nobody tech muh stuff but chu.  Ah
tol' you that a'fore an' I swears by it, by all muh babies heads."

   For the first time I saw boldness in Bertha.  She looked me right in the
eyes while she spoke in a pleading voice.

   I was sure of two things then.  One was that she was lying to me.  The
other was that she had been a victim of abuse ever since she was born. 
Instead of saying anything in response, I kissed her again, this time
forcing my tongue into her mouth, feeling her suck at it while I used it to
ravage her tender oral flesh.  When I broke the kiss, we were both
breathing hard again.

   She asked, "Yo b'lieve me, donchu, massa?"

   I smiled and said, "Not for one second," but I squeezed her close as I
said it, then added, Don't worry about the fields, Bertha.  And girl who
can handle my shit games has a place in my life."

   The dark naked cunt's eyes suddenly glowed with hope and joy.  "Oh,
Massa, Thank you.  Thank you.  I's be yo' best' shit niggah, you'll see. 
Ah promise."

   I grinned again, "Now that I believe." I said.  Then asked, "How old are
you?"

   "Ah don' rightly know, Massah.  Yo tole me I was twelve when you firs'
took me.  I done had three babies since then.

   I looked her up and down, making her obviously uncomfortable.

   "Yo want me t' draw yo' bath, suh?" she asked, obviously trying to get
away.

   "Have one drawn for both of us," I said.  "And have this bedding cleaned
as well."

   "Yessuh," siad the girl.  "I gets it done fo yo."

   I continued to stare at the girl.  "Matter of fact, why don't you bathe
me," I suggested.

   A curious disbelieving look came upon her, "Is yo sure, massah?  Mos'
times you gets a young'un to do yo' bath.  Yo' always says it lets you
cal'clate if'n dey's house niggah material."

   I sat up beside her, eying her big black titties with hungry eyes.  I
saw that Bertha was trying to be helpful, but I also saw that what we had
just done was information she would not likely keep to herself.  My
deviation from normal behavior could cause me trouble, and she was just the
girl to give rise to trouble.

   I kept that opinion to myself and said, "Of course you're right,
Bertha.. Bring a young'un and let her know I expect her to stay with me all
through the day, maybe longer."

   This brought a huge grin to the girl, happy to conspire with me.  "Ah
sure will, massah Wilson.  and I know jus' the one.  She only seven, but
she's ready fo' a dick.  I done seen her foolin' aroun' wit' field hands,
takin' dey dicks up her butt, hidin' in de weeds.  I t'ink its her momma
dat's got her out wit that little pussy tradin' fo' food n' such."

   I studied the bitch, because I now saw as much as I liked the girl, she
was a conniving, heartless cunt.  I really needed someone to trust here,
and I knew absolutely it wasn't going to be her.  She was very young, but
far from naive and already an adept at in-house intrigue and toadyism.  I
decided to challenge her.

   "Tell the the truth now, Bertha.  Did you honestly enjoy the shit games
and ass-fuck we had?"

   I saw a knowing look flash across her face.  She saw what I was doing.

   "Suh, I ain't nevah been fucked like you jus' did.  Al'ays befo', yo'
jus' stuck it in muh ass or muh cunnie, wiggled it a bit an' eithah cum in
me or tell me tuh go get about th' busines o' cleanin' you up."

   Then she laughed, "Now dere's a lot mo' cleanin' t' do dis mo'nin, but
donchu worry none, Massah.  I likes whut we did.  Ah likes it a lot.  Ah be
yo shit niggah girl now.  You made muh coochie cum so good, yo' k'n feed me
yo' shit anytime yo' likes it."

   I realized it was a lost cause, but I asked anyway, "You think you can
keep this new game to yourself, Bertha?"

   "Course, Massah," she lied.  "You wan' me t' keep dis new game o' ourn
jus' 'tween us.  It's muh pleasure."

   I nodded then, knowing for sure I had to be on the lookout for help ,
but not from her.  Perhaps the child she would be bringing to me could be a
better confidante We would soon see.  Then the thought hit me, I might get
to fuck a little girl, a seven year old little black whore girl, and
without fear of repercussions.  It both scared and excited me.  Realizing
that if I wasn't careful my darker side might run free here, but it would
likely cost me my very soul to do it.  I wasn't sure I could afford that
trade off.

   Trying to keep my thoughts to myself, I said, "Fine then.  You arrange
that bath, and someone to clean-up our mess, than get yourself cleaned up
as well.

   "Yassah," Bertha answered and grabbed the coverlet we had soiled, "Ah'll
gets the rest later, suh, when you get up fo' yo' bath." She used the
coverlet to wipe her face and bubble-butt where the shit was smeared about.
At the same time she did this she kept up a running monologue.  "Massa
Wilson, thank you fo' savin' me from the fields.  Ah's happy to be yo'
toilet girl an' bear mo' o' yo' babies if'n you wants to spend mo' o' yo'
cum up in muh womb.  Ah's proud o' our li'l brown babies.  They's light. 
Not as light as you, but lots lighter'n me.  Ah was so a'feard after yo'
tol' me my cunny got too big fo' yo' cock to feel nothin'.  Ah know'd ah
was doomed 'cause dem field niggahs would jus' loves t' tear up a cunny dat
had birthed three o' yo' chillen.  They'd a' tore me up somethin' fierce,
an muh babies too I reckon.  An' ah knowed ah'd nevah las' long in de
fields.  De overseers 'd lash me t' death."

   I listened to Bertha speak matter-of-factly about the miserable
existence the slaves endured.  I also realized my one saving grace here
would be my ability to think on my feet.  To compartmentalize issues so
that I could focus on the matter at hand without being overwhelmed by all
the uncertainties around me.  This was definitely a challenge.  I was
somehow, whether in a hallucination or by some science fiction styled
scheme, in a completely different time and place than I had been in when I
went to sleep.  I could either lose it and let everyone know I had gone
insane, or I could keep my wits about me and try to figure out what was
going on, and how to get back to my wife, baby and the life I had somehow
suddenly lost.

   I forced myself back to the here and now.  What Bertha was describing
was life on the plantations in the old south, so my guess was I had landed
in the Southeast U.S.  sometime before 1860.  I knew I needed help, a
confidante, someone who could guide me through this life.  It wouldn't be
Bertha.  I might get information from her, but I couldn't trust her, even
with the sperm in her belly right now.  I could just bet she was free with
that pussy with others in the household.  I didn't blame her.  I just
figured she would do anything she had to to procure a better situation.  I
needed something more.  Someone I could trust.  Maybe it would be the child
she told me she would send me to help me bathe.

   Of course while this was going on, just below the surface, there was a
part of me going totally fucking insane.  This had to be a dream and I had
to wake up.  I had wasted three marriages before I found a woman who wasn't
a trophy and wasn't a career slut.  I had met Leilani in an evening class
on how to use social networking and we had connected totally.  We met,
dated, mated and then wed.  She was my wife, in every way.  Sure, she and
Malani were fucked up, but who isn't.  I ached for them in a way I never
even knew possible.  I needed to find a way back to them.  But everything
felt so fucking real here.  I had been totally immersed int he reality of
Bertha's pussy, shit and asshole.  She had to be real.  My psyche was at
war with itself.  I couldn't be where my senses told me I was.  The abrupt
strange temporal shift had to be a fuck-up on a cosmic scale.  Maybe I'd
just gone ape-shit crazy.  But I suppressed all this shit.  There would be
time for that later.

   I continued to sit there in the sloppy confection of cum, shit and pussy
juice.  I forced myself to relax, breathe deep, take several cleansing
breaths then to sit up and look around me.  Bertha was still talking "Suh!
Suh?" when I looked at her she went on "You jus' put on yo' dressin' gown
an' I'll have that li'l pickaninny up here wit' a basin an soap.  Les'n you
wants a tub, which will take a bit longer.  But Li'l Sally 'll clean you
off an' if she pleases you, mebbe you can start breakin' her in fo' yo' new
li'l pussy pet.  Jus' like you did me back when ah was a li'l girl chile."

   She giggled when she saw my cock start to stir at the unexpected thought
of taking advantage of a child.  I felt ashamed, yet excited at the
proposal.  Here I was in a time and place where such proclivities could be
both exercised and hidden in the institution of abject slavery.  Part of me
wanted to say something, but I needed to know things before I went too far,
before I objected over much.  So I just nodded my head, smiled and waited.
Anyway, I figured I had to be an improvement over the man I had suddenly
replaced.  Of course this was a rationalization.  I wanted to despoil a
willing little black girl I had yet to meet.  Particularly if there was no
fear of retribution.  I further rationalized....or rather my dick was doing
the thinking now....that if I went about seducing the child in a loving and
caring way, it might give rise to the kind of relationship I needed to
survive and that could benefit the child as well.

   Bertha had a evil glint in her eye as she took her leave.  I understood
why the previous inhabitant of this body might feel it incumbent to put
some distance between them.  But I was being honest when I said that I
valued a woman who could handle my deviance, so I would give it time to see
how our relationship developed.  Besides, if she had told the truth and I
had fathered three children with her, she got much more leeway than she
would otherwise.  Still, she meant trouble.  There was mischief afoot and I
had to find a way to stop it before it got started.  But first things
first. I needed to check out this child being sent to me.

   I was still sitting there, naked and nasty, when there came a knock on
the door and a big fat mammy-type woman stepped in boldly, dressed in a
patchwork gingham dress with a bandana around her head.  When she saw me
there naked, she paused, then lowered her head and said "Sorry, Massa
Wilson.  I wuz tol' t' come and clean da beddin'.  Ah shoulda waited fo'
you t' invite me in."

   I looked the woman up and down, seeing that even though she kept her
head lowered she continued to sneak quick peaks at my erect cock.  Her
attention kept my dick hard and proud.  "No problem," I smiled.  "I was
just so relaxed, I didn't think to offend you when you came in."

   "Oh, suh.  I ain't offended.  I done seen your hard cock since you was a
baby chile.  I wuz yo' wet nurse.  You done sucked on dese ol' black
titties fo' de firs' five years o' yo' life.  Only reason we stopped wuz
when yo' daddy said yew wuz too ol' t' still be drinkin' milk from yo'
mammy's teat." Then she gave a low dark giggile.  "An' I used to stop you
cryin' by suckin' at yo' li'l baby prick till you fell 'sleep.  I even
drank down yo' piss back den.  And diddled my nasty ol' cunny while I did."
A sly look that somehow made her extremely attractive came over her face,
coupled with a glint in her eye.  "I wuz yo' firs' fuck too.  You 'd bend
me ovah and slide yo' li'l boy prick up in muh pussy like it was a game we
played.  Den, when you came o' age, when you started squirtin', an' aftuh
you los' yo' mom and dad in dat buggy accident, yew had me released o' muh
mammy duties an' I became yo' housekeeper.  Dis de firs' time I seed yo'
cock since den.  And Ah's admirin' it, massah.  You done grown a fine long
hard cock.  I jus wish ah wuz one o' dese young niggah girls so's ah could
still be servicin' dat fine member."

   I was impressed by the woman's confession and honesty.

   "Uh--when was the last time I -- um -- had you?"

   "Why, suh, dat mus' have been 'bout 12 - 14 years ago," she sighed.  "Ah
still use dem mem'ries when Ah play wit' dis ol' black cunny fo' Ah goes to
sleep."

   I looked at the big woman with a little pity, but even more attraction.
"I think I need to remedy that situation," I said wryly.

   All pretense of modesty suddenly evaporated form the thick heavy set
black housekeeper.  As she spoke she began pulling the bedding off the bed,
forcing me to roll off the bed and stand beside her.

   "Don' yew go teasin' yo' ol' mammy, suh.  I knowed yew ain't got no use
fo' a' ol' niggah like me no mo'.  Ah cain't birth no mo' babies.  Muh
titties dangle all down onto muh fat belly.  I know's all dat and yew don't
like no ol' niggahs in yo' bed.  Not when yew can have all dese young
wenches like Bertha.  Why yew want Ol' Liza's cunt on yo' cock?"

   I gave Liza a measuring look and was more than happy at what I saw. 
"When was the last time you had a good hard fuck, Liza?" I asked.

   "Suh, it been so long Ah most forgot whut a male member look like till
Ah saw yo's did mo'nin'"

   "You still want it?" I asked, teasing and testing at the same time.

   "Why, suh," she paused rolling up the bedding and laying it by the door,
"Yes, suh, I surly do still want some."

   I stepped behind her, my cock prodding against her massive ass.

   "Would you still fuck me if I told you to, Liza?" I breathed into her
ear.

   The big woman pushed back against me, "Ah would, massah.  I surely
would." she answered in a short sharp breath.

   I reached up and grabbed hold of the big woman's oversized breasts and
found she had been honest.  Her nipples hung down low.  Even so I kneaded
and pulled at them.  I continued speaking softly into her ear, as if
sharing secrets.

   "Then sometime in the next day or so, I'm going to call on you.  When I
do I'm going to have your fine fat cunt again.  You and I will fuck
properly and for real.  Okay?"

   "Okay, suh," Liza panted.  "Whutevah yew wants, suh."

   "That's exactly what I want, Liza.  I've got some things to deal with,
and I believe you and your experience can be of great assistance.  And I
see no reason why you and I can't enjoy ourselves in the process.

   "Yes, suh," Liza moaned and ground her ass back onto my cock again. 
"I's ready for it right now if yew wants it, suh."

   I bit her earlobe and probed into her ear with my tongue.  She shuddered
as if that alone brought her to orgasm.  "Thank you, Liza.  But first I
need to get cleaned up and get myself properly disposed for the day.  But
later, when there's time, I want you naked and open for me in this bed."

   "Yew mean dat, suh?  Doan be playin' with your ol' niggah mammy."

   "No playing, Lizzie," I said backing away from her.  "At least, I'm not
lying.  I expect you to come when I call you.  And to cum with me when we
come together."

   "Oh, yeassuh," Liza said softly as she went back to pulling off the
final coverlet from the bed, then the sheets.  "I surely will come to you
when you call, an' Ah'll do ever'thang Ah can t' please yew if'n yew'll let
me."

   "Don't say it if you don't mean it," I said.  "I've developed some
sophisticated tastes since the last time we copulated." Knowing with a
surity it had to be true given Bertha's description of Mr Wilson's sexual
activities.

   "Whateveah you wants massah.  I means it."

   I grinned and felt a glint of hope.  I really did look forward to my
upcoming tryst with Lizzie.  I had no issue with age, size or shape with a
woman as long as her lust was sincere and her enthusiasm unbridled.

   I also fully intended to take advantage of her intimate knowledge of me
and my life, or rather the life of this man whose body I now inhabited.  I
had already learned more in these few minutes than I could have with the
sexy slut, Bertha in a month, just by listening.  I hoped to learn much
more before I had to deal with the larger world of this plantation and its
neighbors.

   I pulled her around to face me and kissed her on her thick dark lips,
probing into her surprised open mouth with my tongue and enjoying the
spiced, slightly bitter taste of her loquacious mouth.  She moaned and
almost collapsed onto me.  I fully intended to make good on my instructions
to her.  I wanted to fuck her hard and deep, feeling her open herself, not
just her body but her very soul, to me.  Since I was here, I wanted to
fully enjoy whatever willing participants I might find.  I had no doubt
Laleini would fully understand and, if she had been here, would be helping
me seduce all and sundry willing lovelies.  Also, unlike my new body's
predecessor, I had no compunctions against fucking mature women who, as
Benjamin Franklin had noted in his advice to young men, "They (older women)
are so grateful!!!"

   I released Lizzie and she gazed down lovingly at my erect cock.  "Yew
really gwine fuck me wit dat?" she asked as she fondled my dick.

   "In every orifice you possess," I answered.

   She shuddered again but looked at me in puzzlement, hoping she knew what
I meant, but not sure.

   I explained, "In your pussy, in your mouth and in your asshole."

   Her eyes glowed at the prospect.  Then, as if on queue, Bertha walked
into the room with a skinny naked little girl.  The child carried a
dressing robe and Betsy carried a large basin and an equally large pot of
water.  She had evidently heard my last statement because she said
blatantly, "Whose asshole?" then she caught herself.  "Sorry suh.  Ah jus'
don' wan' yew bein' fooled by dis ol' niggah.  She too old t' be bearin'
chillin.  Lizzie is a sly ol niggah, yew knows."

   "Yew th' sly niggah," Lizzie countered to Bertha.

   "Ladies," I intervened, and the term itself froze them in their tracks.
I quickly corrected my syntax, "Girls.  Ain't nobody fooling me here." and
I gave a hard look to Bertha.  "Despite what you may believe, I'm not
totally ignorant.  And if I want to fuck Lizzy, whether its out of fond
remembrance and gratitude, or just an appreciation for full bodied women,
that's my concern.  So is the special treatment I show to Betsy, both in
terms of our private games and the the babies she's borne for me, if not
all from me."

   Betsy's spirit dropped at that suggestion like a hot rock.  Seeing her
chagrin, I said, "Don't fret, Betsy girl.  I'm not upset.  But you'd do
much better by me if you started telling me the truth, and not only what
you think I want to hear.

   Betsy dropped her head in approbation, as if to avoid a blow.  The
little girl beside her did the same.  "Yeessuh," she murmurred.The child
echoed her.

   "Yes, suh."

   I smiled and though I knew it was a lost cause, but I also knew I wasn't
about to give up on Betsy.  I wasn't going to let her get into my heart
either, but her willingness to play my games, and her break of the
submissive I saw now hinted that there was more to her than either the
acquiescent slave slut or the duplicitous opportunistic cunt she showed
herself to be when she suggested we draw this child into our orgiastic
relationship.

   But all I said was, "Fine." Then I looked at the slender dusty nappy
headed little girl and said, "Well child.  You ready to start taking on
house duties?"

   Sally spoke very softy, "Yes suh.  I's ready." and bit her thick lower
lip in nervous anticipation.

   "Good, I answered looking the little girl up and down, wondering just
how far I dare go with the child.  But the dye was cast now, I was going to
claim this seven year old child in ways I had never dreamed of defiling a
little girl....but without anything or anyone in a position to stop me, I
was ready to take her to her limits.

   I turned to Lizzie.  "Finish replacing the bedding, Lizzie, then you can
go.  And once again, when I call you next I want you naked and ready for
me. Naked as this child, ready as Betsy's sopping cunt and prepared for any
and all demands I might have."

   Lizzie smiled broadly, then glanced again at my fully erect spit cleaned
cock.  A wistful longing look came over her, then she efficiently pulled
out a new set of bedding, made the bed, then started for the door, but
before she left she said, "Suh, please don't wait too long.  Ah's juicin'
up and ready fo' you.  Ah won't be able t' sleep or eat till I hears you
wants yo' ol' Mammy Lizzie to attend you."

   "I'll call for you soon," I said.  Then waited for her to leave the
room, taking all evidence of Betsy's and my wrong doing, except for Betsy
herself, with her.  Once Lizzy was gone, I turned to Betsy and the little
girl.  "You're Sally, right?" I asked.

   "Yes, massah," the naked little girl said in a light voice, as soft as a
whisper.

   I smiled, than to Betsy I said.  "have you washed up yet?"

   "No, suh," she said, still studying the floor, cowed by her unexpected
reveal.

   "I thought not," I said.  "Then I want you to clean up here with me."

   "Suh," the girl stammered.  "Yew ain't got t' do dat.  I c'n use the
water aftuh you done."

   I looked at her.  She looked wretched, like she'd been found out, which
she had, but what she didn't know was that I didn't hold that against her.
I grinned.  "If you taste like shit and smell like shit and you use shitty
water to clean up with, you will still taste and smell like shit, right?"

   Both girls smiled slightly as if against their will, then I added.  "I
also want you here to help little Sally to learn how to please me.  How to
suck a dick and suck my asshole.  How to fuck, if she can...."

   "Oh suh, Li'l Sally can take a dick.  I done seed her with de field
hands, suckin' and fuckin' and offerin' up her asshole wit'out any
complaint."

   "You did?" I looked to Sally.

   Little Sally looked at me as if she didn't understand then spoke up for
herself, "She didn't see dat.  Jeremy, he was just' playin' wit' me."

   "You was fuckin' chile!  I done seen it." Betsy insisted.

   "I wasn't!  I didn't!" the girl insisted.

   I intervened.  "Sally, did he put his cock in your mouth?"

   "Well..." the girl trailed off.

   "And did he stick it in your pretty little black pussy?" I went on.

   "Uh..."

   "And did he stuff his dick up that tight round butthole?"

   "Yes, but it wasn't really fuckin'!  It was playin'.  Dat's whut Momma
says and what he says too."

   "But did he squirt in your mouth, in your puss, up your ass?" I
continued to quiz the child.

   "Yessuh, but it didn't take a minute."

   "And did you like it?" I asked.  This was the crucial point.

   "I--I don't know.  It was ovuh a'fore it started really."

   I eyed the little girl, studying her, her open naive countenance.  Her
skinny, but rounded dark brown body.

   "Turn around for me, Sally.  Let me take a look at my new little fuck
toy."

   Betsy couldn't stop the proud look of a successful pimp sweep across her
face.  She knew she had chosen well.  The little girl turned quickly in
tight little circle.

   "Too fast," I told her, saying it slowly.  "Take your time.  Be proud of
your body.  It's beautiful.  Show me your naked charms.  Let me study the
shape of your ass, your hairless baby cunt, your flat chest and proud dark
brown nipples.  Because, and I'm telling you the truth, we're going to be
lovers, Sally.  And I'm going to teach you about fucking.  I'm going to cum
inside your mouth and pussy and ass, and I'm going to make you cum too. 
It' going to feel wonderful and I'll do my best to make you as happy as I
expect you to do to me.  So turn around again, and this time, show me
everything you got."

   Betsy took over, "Raise yo' arms when you turn.  Let massuh see yo'
ever'thang."

   Sally raised her hands over her head and carefully turned to let me view
her profile.  In another place she would have been a proud little beauty,
prized by her family.  Here and now she was being offered as a baby fuck
toy, and lord help me, I was going to take full advantage of the situation.

   "Now turn round so the massah can see yo' nasty black ass." Betsy
ordered with a malevolent grin.  She was enjoying this.

   Sally turned facing away from me and stood in position, awaitng further
instruction.

   I licked my lips and said, "Bend over and open your butt cheeks."

   "Whut?" the child asked as if not understandging.

   "Spread yo' legs wide, lean over and show massuh yo' asshole!" she
raised her voice.

   Sally slowly, hesitantly, did as asked.  She looked at me from between
her spraddled skinny legs and pulled apart her butt halves to reveal an
open little asshole.  I thought to myself, yes, she has had something
stuffed up her butt before.  And more than once.  Then my thoughts froze
and I thought...and only seven.  But what I said followed that thought and
showed my own depridation.

   "So beautiful," I said to the child who was gazing at me upside down.  I
smiled as warmly as I could.  "Now stand back up and turn back around."

   Sally moved slowly as she released her ass, rose back up, raised her
arms again and completed her turn.

   I stood and walked over to her, my cock stiffening more and more as I
did.  I took my cock in my hand and rubbed her taught black nipples.  It
stiffened more, but she didn't move.  She was probably too frightened.

   "Kneel down in front of me," I said softly.

   The child lowered herself onto her knees.  I rubbed my fleshy meat pole
and rubbed the pink head agaisnt her full thick lips.

   "Suck on this a little, Sally.  Let's see if you like the taste of my
dick."

   The little black slave girl opened her mouth wide and accepted my cock.
She immediately began to suck on me, sending delicous illicit thrills
though me whole being.  I felt her flitter her tiny wet tongue across the
tiny mouth of my dick.  She also started jacking me off." this was
obviously not her first trip to this rodeo.

   "So good," I sighed.  Then turned to Betsy, "This little girl knows how
to suck a dick," I announced.  "She sucks my dick sweet and fine."

   I then signalled for Besty to come closer.  When she got close enough I
pulled her to me and kissed her hungrily.  She was now familar with my soul
kisses and responded in kind, first sucking at my tongue, then sliding her
tongue into my mouth, swapping spit, pressing her full body into mine as I
raped the seven year old's mourth.

   When I separated from Betsy, I said, "Stick a finger up my asshole while
I fuck this lovely child's little face."

   The had the doubled effect of tripping Betsy's sado-masachisting trigger
and complimenting Little Sally's efforts.

   My guess was she had received precious few compliments as she sucked off
various field hands.

   Betsy happily drove her finger fully up my anal canal.  I kissed her
while she began finger fucking my shithole and groaned in depraved pleasure
as she tickled my prostate, urging me to shoot a flood of sperm in Sally's
mouth.  I was happy to see Betsy's eyes light up in a decidedly non-slave
glow of lust.

   "You like dis, massah?  Yew wan' yo niggah shit girl to fuck yo' butt
while yew facefuck yo' new l'il niggah pet?"

   I groaned and hugged the black bitch tight.  I growled, "Yes, you black
cunt.  Fuck my asshole hard and deep." She chuckled and began to
mercilessly drill two fingers up my butt.  She was mean hearted to her
slavish nigger soul.

   I growled again as I began jerking my cock rapidly, determined to drown
Sally in a deluge of cum.  I groaned to Betsy, "You black bitch.  The next
time I fuck you, I'm going to shit right in your nigger mouth and then make
a baby in your belly while you eat it all up."

   Betsy whispered harshly, "Ah'll eat yo' dirty shit, massah.  A'll carry
yo' baby and make a new plantation niggah fo' you." Then she added, "An
Ah'll fuck yo' ass wit' muh fingah an' muh mouth an muh face an' yew can
fuck yo' ol' Lizzy and baby Sally all yew wants, long as you keep me in de
hous wit' yew."

   It felt like her fingers were ripping my asshole wide open and I said
harshly, "Shut the fuck upm and show this child how to suck my balls and
eat out my asshole, you sexy cunt slut."

   Betsy fairly tore her ravaging fingers out of my asshole and quickly
knelt beside the little girl.  she held up her fingers to the girl's nose.
"Smell dis!" she demanded.  "Yew cain't jus' suck on de massah.  He likes
lots o' thangs yew don' find out in de yard with dem field niggahs.  Yew
needs t' lick his ball sack and suck out his asshole too." She forced the
child off my dick and said "Suck on dis!  Tas' some shit, an' yew bes'
learn t' like it, cause dat's what he like."

   "Now watch," she ordered and Little Sally watched with intensive study.
I smiled at the thought that Betsy was giving her such perverse instruction
and that Sally was focused so intently, bent on learning these new nasty
games of desire.  Betsy sucked each ball in turn into her mouth, licking at
them as she did, then licking up to the bulbous thick pink head of my cock,
engulfed it into her mouth and down her throat, sucking it deep, then
releasing it and ran her talented tongue down the length of the underside
of my dick then working her tongue into the crack of my ass.  I spread my
legs and she twisted around to suck at my asshole.  She paused, short of
breath, and I noted she was frigging her cunt as she sought to please me
and teach her little charge to please me.  "Yew suck his dick and Ah'll eat
out his shit hole.  Mebbe nex time it'll be yo' turn to eat some shit.  Dis
time Ah gets to tas' ass."

   I groaned in ultimate pleasure as Betsy sucked and tongued my asshole
with a kind of greed of ownership and the little girl fell to her own task
of eating my dick.

   In a glorious moan of joy, I said.  "This feels so sweet.  So good." But
my words and thought was cut short when I felt the child try to swallow my
dick into her throat as she had seen Betsy do.  At the same time, Betsy dug
her tongue into my shit tunnel deep and searching.

   "Fuck you beautiful bitches!" I cried out and spewed a thick glob of
sperm into the child's mouth.  She gulped down the slimey cum globule and
sucked me greedily, coaxing out another and another spurting eruption of my
seed, eating my essence and wanting more.  She gurgled down my sperm and
mewled in pleasure as she slurped at me with an enthusiasm I couldn't
believe a seven year old child could generate.  It was such a deviant
hunger, but Sally was the exception.  A little cum sponge, seeking every
jot and whit of my substance, she gurgled her constrictive little throat
around the root of my manhood.

   "I love you!" I cried.  "I love you hot bitches!" and released the final
shuddering blast of cum and desire into the little girl's belly, and
loosened my bowels at the same time to feed Betsy's filthy appetite and my
own complete release.

   "Urgh!  Agh!  Yessss!" I howled.

   I heard Betsy wail her orgasm as she ingested my small residual turd and
the little girl shuddered with her prepubescent orgasm for she had likewise
been masturbating her little cunt as she sucked out my cum.

   I stood on trembling legs as both Betsy and Sally fell back onto their
respective butts onto the floor.  "Oh my God!" I sighed.

   "Sweet Jesus," praised Betsy, "I loves suckin' muh massah's ass and
eatin' yo' very shit.  Ah eats muh massah's shit," she groaned as she
spanked at her open cunt.

   "Ah want mo'," panted Sally.  "Ah cain't move, but ah wants mo' o'
massah's juice in muh belly."

   Seeing this as an opportunity, taking her mentoring seriously, Betsy
lectured Sally, "See how we is?  We's all sloppy and messy.  Dat's how de
massah likes his lovin'.  Befo' dis mo'nin' all he wanted wuz his fuck. 
But now, from dis mo'nin' he wants every part o' his body pleasured and
pleased.  Ain't Ah right, massah?"

   "You--you're very astute," I groaned, then seized the opportunity to
explain any changes, both immediate and forthcoming.  "You understand more
than I guessed, Betsy.  I had a dream, a revelation.  I never realized
before how fortunate I am to have you girls, this plantation, my position.
You are my teasures, my joys, and I want you to enjoy this life with me."
Then I looked to both ebony concubines.  "Did you cum good, my darlings?"

   "I cum better than I eveh have, massah Wilson." Said Betsy, grinning
broadly, revealing the bits of brown flects she had stuck between her teeth
in her shit munching."

   "Me too," agreed Little Sally.  "Dis de firs' time ah cummed wit' a man.
A'fore dey allays squirted, den lef'.  Ah had to rub muhself by muhself."

   I was regaining my strength and reached to the child, pulling her up,
lifting her, cradling her in my arms.  I kissed her spermy mouth.  I looked
into her big brown eyes and said, "I will do my best to make you cum every
time you are with me.  You made me feel so good with your hot little mouth,
I want to make you happy too." I kissed her again and found her open
eacceptance more enthusiastic.

   "Can ah stay wit' yew suh?  Here in de big house.  Ah's be yo' fuck baby
all yew wants."

   "Stay forever," I smiled.  She hugged me tight and buried her face in my
neck.

   I turned to face Betsy, still kneeling.  "Open up, Betsy," I said. 
"Show Little Sally that you're my toilet slut, just like she will be."

   "Yes, massah," she said, and began diddling her cunt again as she opened
her mouth wide for me.  I raised my slimy shrunken member and released my
bladder into my black slave slut's open mouth.

   "Ahh, my love.  You are the perfect toilet girl," and stepped to her so
my penis emptied itself right into her gulping mouth.  "I love pissing into
your fucking mouth." and felt her suck at me as her vigorous self fuck
reached another culmination just as my urine started to deplete."

   She kept sucking me as her orgasm dwindled and I pulled her up.  "Kiss
her," I told Betsy.  "Let her taste my piss and shit from your mouth."

   Betsy kissed the child open mouthed and I could see her swirl her tongue
into the pre-teen's surprised face.

   "Suck at her tongue," I told Sally.  "Lick at her and suck her saliva
into her mouth like you sucked at my cock.  Eat her shitty spit."

   The child fell to the task, releasing my neck and clinging tightly to
Betsy, I released the girl and put her in Betsy's arms and care.  I
stumbled to a large stuffed chair and plopped down.

   "Now why don't you sexy cunts give me my bath." I said.

   Betsy tore herself away from the little girl, who was very reluctant to
break the nasty kiss.  Betsy set Sally onto the floor.

   "Now you gots to larn yo' other duties to the massah," Betsy told the
child.  "We don't jus' fuck and suck fo' him.  We cares fo' all his needs.
Unnerstand?"

   "Ah do," Sally answered and rushed over to the basin, took up the wash
cloth, dipped it into the water and quickly came to me, wiping my face with
the dripping cloth.

   "No!  No!  No." Betsy chided.  "Yew gots to wring out de wash rag fo'
yew wipes de massah with it.  An' yew gots to soap it up firs' t' clean off
all de shit an' pussy juice and sweat from de massah."

   The child pressed ther thick lips together in concentration.  She was
doing her best to absorb her lessons.  She dipped the cloth back into the
water took a bar of crude soap and rubbed it on the cloth till a frothy
layer of soap covered it, she then brought it to me and began soaping up my
face, my neck and my arms.  I used the opportunity to fondle the little
girls round little ass, winnowing my fingers between her ass cheeks and
teasing at her little asshole.  Sally, paused in her ministrations and
looked to Betsy for further instruction.

   Betsy laughed and said, "You jus' keep washin' de massah while he teases
yo' butthole and cunny, whatevah he pleases.  He'll tell you if'n he wants
mo' fuckin'.  I think right now, he jus' wants t' enjoy yo' body while yew
washes him."

   "Betsy's right," I murmurred.  "You are so pretty, I can't keep my hands
off you.  Keep bathing me while I play with your delightful little body.  I
will soon give this tiny asshole lots of attention, your pussy too.  But
right now you just focus on your job."

   "Focus, but do't intuhfere wit' massah's feelin' yew." added Betsy.

   I chuckled softly.  "Oh Betsy, you are prerfect.  You are going to turn
this little girl into the perfect baby slut."

   "Jus' like me, massah?" laughed Betsy.

   "Just like you," I agreed, and used my ass probing finger to draw Little
Sally to me as she struggled to lather up my arms.

   'I love you, Little Sally," I said and kissed her.  She paused again,
ralaxing in my arms.  "An ah loves you, massah." She said this with such
tnderness I was surprised, and believed her totally.

   I relaxed my hold on the girl, stoking the child as she got back to my
bath.  She was now slippery with the soap, but openly happy at this.  I
eyed Betsy as she did.  Betsy's eyes were gleaming with a perverse
satisfaction, watching carefully to correct the girl.  An idea came to me.

   I grinned at my ebony shit slut.  "Betsy," I said.

   "Yes suh," Betsy answered still focusing on Little Sally's efforts.

   "I think I have a new role for you in my household.  You will be my sex
girl.  I'll teach you everything I know and enjoy about various sexual
acts, then it will be your duty to try them out with some of the other men
on my staff..."

   "House niggahs, suh?" she said with a hint of desperation.  "Ah'm
a'freared whut dem field niggah's 'd do to me."

   "House staff it is," I agreed.  "Then when you feel you are qualified, I
want you to teach it to our other girls.  I want them ready and prepared
should I get a whim for them."

   Betsy's eyes lit up like Christmas.  "I'd love dat, suh.  Yew means it?
Muh only job 'd be fuckin'?"

   "That and teaching little angels like Sally to fuck and suck and please
and tease.  Think you can handle that?"

   "Oh, yessah!" Betsy glowed.  "I'd like dat a lot, but some tings Ah'd
rathah jus' keep between de girls, like shit eatin' 'n such.  Ah don't
rightly hanker t' suckin' out mos' men's buttholes."

   I smiled.  "I'd like that too," I agreed.  "Those are games and
pleasures I'd like to keep to a very small inner circle.  Kind of like my
secret harem."

   Then an errant thought flashed across my mind.  I had at first been
worried about how to get back home, but now, with a little family of
negress harlots, I was more concerned about being unceremoniously tossed
out of this life as abruptly as I had been my previous one.

   Betsy interrupted this line of thought when she saw that Sally was done
lathering am much of my body as she could get to in my sitting position.

   "Rinse him off, girl," she told Sally.  An' don't leave no soap on 'im.
It'll make him sticky and he won't like dat come lunch time."

   Sally was a dedicated little slave girl and wrestled the wash basin off
the table where is sat and placed it at my feet.  "Put y'r feet in dat,
massah," she told me.  "Dat way I can rinse you off and you can soak your
toes.  Den I wash and dry dem."

   I smiled.  The child was exhibiting intiative.  I liked that.

   I did as she suggested and it felt wonderful to have her rinse off the
soap, shit and cum from my morning efforts.  I was soon feeling fresh,
clean and relaxed.  Without instruction she got the towel from the table
and buffed me dry.  Still, when she got to my privates, she slurped my soft
penis into her mouth and suckled it.  "Mmmmm-mmmm," Massah Wilson.  "Ah
likes to taste yo' cock when it's nice and clean.  Tastes sweet as a
flower."

   I grinned at the girl.  She quickly finished drying my legs and feet and
I was ready to get up and get dressed, but Betsy had other ideas.  As soon
as I stood up she siad, "Massah, would you min' layin' on the bed, on yo'
belly, so's Li'l Sally can clean up yo' back and asshole proper." Then she
turned to Sally and said harshly, "And when you clean up his bottom girl,
you be usin yo' mouth, not no wash rag, heah?"

   Sally was cowed by the older girl.  "Y-yes'm," she said, then looked up
to me and said.  "You better do dat, Massah.  Ah didn't wash yo' back or
yo' bottom."

   "Can you clean me like Betsy told you?" I asked, curious at the child's
willingness.

   "Ah'll clean your dirty ass crack un' n' down Massah.  Ah wants t' make
you feel good an' if ah can suck a field niggahs dirty ol' cock, Ah can
sure lick yo' asshole for you."

   "Oh shit," I murmurred.  "Little girl, I'm gonna love you the rest of my
life you keep talking like that."

   The girl was grinning happily now, making her own way into my life and
heart, now just doing what Besty told her to do.

   "Lay down, den, massah.  Let Li'l Sally suck on yo shit for a while. 
Ah'll be cleanin' it inside and out fo' you."

   I sprawled on the new made bed.  spreading my legs wide.  "Dat's good,
suh," Betsy chimed, not to be outdone by a seven year old girl child.  "Now
we can get at yo' asshole, balls and cock all at oncet."

   "I am so happy to oblige," I quipped as I felt both the child and her
mentor climb onto the bed.

   It seemed perversely cute to hear Betsy take her first tentative steps
in her new role as a sex tutor.  "Now yew watch me, Sally.  Ah's gwine
split massah's butt cheeks open an' use muh tongue t' clean out his asshole
an' make him feel good too."

   I relaxed and allowed myself to be immersed in the sensation as Betsy
spread my asscheeks wide and lowered her face in the humid crack and delved
her warm wet tongue up into the filthy interior of my ass channel once
more. She slurped noisily at my shit tunnel and murmurred her approval when
she found some small residual evidence of her earlier ass eating adventure.

   "Oh!" I groaned in abject pleasure.  "That feels so fuckin' good!  Show
our little cunt how to be a beautiful shit slut.  Oh God, I feel your
tongue all the way up in my guts."

   Betsy suddenly pulled away from my ass and told Sally, "Yo' turn chile.
Now get yo' tongue alla way up into his butthole while ah sucks on his
cock. I don't think I lef' any stool fo' yo, but dat's prob'ly fo' de bes'
right now.  C'mon chile.  We'll make him cum again an' he'll be done fo'
th' day."

   I felt the child take Betsy's place, dipping her tiny sliver of a tongue
up into my asshole even as Betsy swallowed my semi-hard cock down her
slurping throat.

   "Jesus forgive me, but I love this shit," I sighed.

   I heard Betsy's gugling laugh.  She pulled off my dick long enough to
say "Ah loves it too, massah.  Ah loves seein' a innocent chile learn t'
eat out yo' asshole." Then she added to Little Sally, "Mind yew, chile',
dis is yo' way outta th' yard, pickin' cane an' fuckin' de field niggahs.
If'n you don' want it, Ah's can gets plenty who does.  I'll have muh own
babies in hyar, suckin' massah's asshole fo' him."

   That thought made my dick jerk.  I put it on my mental list of things to
revisit.  For right now, my focus was on this little girl doing her best to
suck out my shithole and veer from an even harsher life.  She had taken
Betsy's warning to heart and was doing her best to win my favor.

   I raised my ass higgher and concentrated on the feeling of the girls
questing tongue spit-cleaning my asshole and using Betsy's ardent mouth as
a pussy, fucking her face.

   "Oh!" I groaned, feling a shudder of orgasm rack through me, as if
against my will.  Betsy raped by cock, using suction I couldnt' believe,
drawing out the last leavings of my cum.  When my poor dribble of sperm
stopped, Besty clambered out of the bed and stood beside it, patting Little
Sally's head, and finally pulling her back away from my shithole.

   "You likes dis bath, Massah?  We don't need no wash rags nor soap fo'
yo' cock an' ass.  We's jus' use out mouths and tongue and spit fo' you."

   "Oh fuck yes," I signed incontentement.  "I love this bath Betsy, but
you mitght want to use the wash cloth on yourself, as well as Sally. 
You've fucking drained me for now.  Next time, come in here clean and I'll
express my gratitude to both you girls by returing the favor."

   I continued to lay face down on the bed, not wanting to move.  Still,
Betsy said, "Sally girl, you in fo' a real treat if Massa decides to lick
you.  He'll make eyou melt.  He sho' do me." She said this last proudly. 
"He ain't like them selfish niggas what only wants to spill they's seed up
yo' coochie.  he make you moan an' sing fo' joy." I looked to her as she
nodded her head knowingingly.  "Yo'll see, chile.  Yo'll see fo sure."

   The child backed off and stared at my naked body.  Besty said to her,
"Well, whatchu think?  Was dat so bad?"

   "No," Sally said softly.

   Betsy went on, "Did it make yo' pussy wet?"

   "Some," said the child.  "I liked it but I was skeered I wasn't doin' it
right."

   I finally spoke up.  "Sally, you did fine.  Listen girls, there isn't
any wrong in this room when we get naked together.  It's meant to be
pleasure.  For me, for you.  "

   "Betsy's smile broadened even more.  "Dat why you tw'ern't mad at me
befo'?  Dat why yew didn't punish me when you caught me out lyin'?"

   I nodded.  "Sort of, but I also know if I punish you for the truth it
will only encourage you to lie all the more."

   "I don' understand massah," Betsy said.

   "Don't worry about it Bessy.  But when you get naked with me and we do
our best to make each other happy, there's no punishment coming for you,
less you count carrying my baby as punishment."

   "Oh no, suh.  It's muh pleasure to carry yo' babies."

   Sally spoke up then, using a child's logic, "Can Ah jus' live here
then?"

   "You can, but you should know if you live with me, I'll be using every
hole you got in all kinds of ways," thinking myself playful, but realizing
it was a truth as well.  I wanted to fuck this child in ways she probably
couldn't even imagine yet.

   "Tha's alright," the child suprised me.  "Dat's lot better n' gettin'
beat by Momma fo' not bringin home enough food fo' muh pussy."

   "Dat's de truth," laughed Besty.  "Ah'll eat massah's shit, feed him
mines, drink his piss and suck down all his juice if he keeps me from dem
cane rows."

   "Me too," agreed Sally.

   "Well then," I smiled, "then we'll have to see what we can do about
that. To Sally I said, "If we do this, you'll need to accompany me all the
time.  Be with me when I eat, sleep, shit, fuck and work."

   "I like dat," said Sally.  "Do that mean I don'' see muh Momma no mo?"

   "Of course not," I asnswered.  "Matter of fact, I want to talk to your
momma.

   "She'll like dat," said Sally, relaxing abit into oru conversation. 
"Can I go see her still, den?"

   I thought a moment.  "I think its best if she comes to see you, but she
cna come visit you any time."

   The child considered this for a moment, then said.  "Dat's better, long
as she can come see me, Ah's happy."

   "Fine, then," I agreed to the arrangement.

   Suddenly Sally started fidgeting.  "Can Ah use yo' chamberpot, massah.
Ah needs t' pee real bad.  If yo' wants Ah'll go out."

   "Oh no, lets not waste my favorite drink," I smiled at the girl.  I
rolled of the bed and lay naked on the hard wookd floor.  "Come here Sally,
I want to introduce you to your new toilet...my mouth."

   "Really, suh, Ah gots to go.  Ah been holdin' it fo' a long time."

   "Well, you need to pee really bad, and I am mighty thristy, Sally.  Get
your cute little cunt over here and give me my drink.

   Sally giggled but rushed to where I lay and straddled my face.  She
looked down at me with a painful look on her face, "Massah, I ain' t nevah
done dis afo'.  My pee-pee don't work now."

   "Just sit your pretty pussy on my face and relax," I told her.  "Let
nature takes its course.  And you pay close attention Betsy.  If you're
going to be tutoring our house girls, you'd better know what to tutor them
on."

   Sally carefully settled in onto my face, my tongue teasing at her tiny
urethra and probing up into yer juicy baby cunt.  I felt her relax and give
herself over to this new odd experience.  Suddenly her uretha started
spaying a light spray of little girl piss into my mouth.  I drank her urine
down.  I really was thirsty and this was a wonderful way to get my first
drink of the day.  The child sighed and shivered as she peed a lenthy
stream of piss.  I gurgled down the lovely pee down into my stomach.  She
tasted warm and a little sweet.  My belly welcomed her body liquer and a
glowing full satisfying feeling built up in me.  I was sucking her as she
pissed, and when the piss stream stopped, I continued to lave up into her
child cunt, then sucking at her whole pussy, teasing at her tiny clit until
the child screamed and shuddered, then froze in ecstasy.  She came hard and
strong, then crumbled in a bundle on the floor beside my face.

   "Ahh!" I sighed.  "That was wonderful.  Your pee is delicious, Sally. 
From now on, you use my mouth for your pee pot, understand?"

   "Yes---yes Massah," the little girl sighed dreamily.  "Ah loves to feed
you muh pee from now on."

   "Heehee," giggled Betsy from her perch above us on the bed.  "We got the
little bitch, suh.  She be yo' baby shit slave now too, I think."

   "Not slave," I said, turning on to my side and gathering up Sally in my
arms.  "My little lover." Then I looked to Betsy, "What were you saying
about your little girls?"

   "Sorry, suh.  Ah was jus' warnin' Li'l Sally if she don't please yew,
Ah's gots other baby niggahs who would love to learn to."

   "Would you really offer up your babies to this kind of treatment?" I
asked.

   "Ah surely would, massah.  Why, dey would love t' come live in th' big
house, an' Ah knows dey be my babies, so's dey would be quick t' learn t'
love what Ah loves.  An I surely loves fuckin' an' suckin' yo' cock an'
asshole suh.  Ah's be yo happy lovin' shit girl fo yew, and if yew let me,
so would my three baby niggah baby girls."

   "Then bring them in," I said.  Betsy's eyes teared up.

   "Yew mean it, suh?  Yew let me keep muh girls wit' me.  And Ah knows at
leas' one o' dem is yo baby too."

   I smiled.  This was a great change from her previous attemtp to convince
me all her babies were mine.  I figured it was likely this man I had
replaced had birthed at least one child to this lovely whore.  I also
believed she really did fully enjoy our sex games, even moreso now that we
were breaking so many tabboos.

   Betsy grabbed the wash cloth and began cleaning off her own body.

   "Ah's gwine get muh babies, massah, if'n you let me.  Ah bring 'em over
to da big house raht now." Then a humble visage came over her.  "Could Ah
give 'em some food from da kitchen suh.  Jus' some biscuits an' milk if'n
yew lets me."

   "Do it, Betsy.  Feed them and clean them and lets see if we can find a
room here for you and them." I looked to Sally.  "You'll be sleeping with
me from now on, so you can look around here and see if there's any place to
put your things, my pretty little fuck girl."

   "Thangs?  Massah, Ah ain't go no thangs."

   "No toys?  no dolls, no clothes?"

   Betsy broke in as she completed her absolutions, washing her cunt and
ass to finish off her sponge bath.  "Suh, you knows yew don' let the
chillen have no clothes.  Yew says its a waste o' money and cloth to clothe
growin' young'uns.  Girls get they first dress when dey bleed an boy's get
dey firs' pants an shoes when dey start workin' in de filds."

   "Right," I said.  "Of course," seeing my predessor for the greedy fiend
he was, as opposed to my own licentious cravings.  I made a face of
personal disapproval.  Still, as long as I was here, I would enjoy my
obscene predilections.  But I vowed I would not harm any of the females I
enjoyed.

   Betsy stared boldly at Sally.

   "Suh, since I be bringin' muh babies oveah here, do yew still need Sally
here.  She a little ho yew know.  She be tradin that nasty little cunt fo'
a handful o' flour."

   I appraised Betsy once again.  It was as if we were in an avaricious
european court and she was looking for a way to both gain favor and
denigrate their rivals.  I needed to nip this in the budd.

   "Sally is my nasty little cunt now," I said decisively.  "She is my
companion and my fuck toy.  My lover and my charge.  You will teach her
every nuance of sexual pleasure, both how to get it and to give it.  If we,
you and me, decide, your little girls will join her.  You will remain at my
beck and call as well.  I will use you as my bitch and my toilet.  You will
bear my babies and feed me your piss and shit when I desire it.  Is that
clear.  Does that let you know what your roll is, and that Sally's role is
not to be compromised.  Ever."

   Betsy's elevated role has suddenly dropped a notch and she felt it to
her core.  "Yessuh,' she said her heart sinking, but not sunk.

   I then patted Sally on her cute black butt and said, "You clean yourself
off now," I said, then struggled back to my feet.  I beckoned the clean and
freshened Betsy to me.  She walked to me, careful not to look me in the
eye. I opened my arms to her and drew her to me.  I kissed her thick lips
and tongue kissed her deep and long.  When I broke the kiss, she clung to
me.  "You don't need to worry, Betsy.  I love you and I want you and your
pussy more than I ever have, but I can't trust you.  You've lied to me all
your life, I imagine.  I'm not upset about that.  You were just trying to
make it through a hard life.  Now you have a special place in my life.  You
and your girls will be fine, but for every lie I catch you in, the less I
will want you in my bed, though I'll never ban you from it.  I love your
sexy ass too fucking much for that, but you have to change, just like I've
changed.  I'm a new man, I need you to be a new woman."

   "Yessuh," said Betsy and tears began to flow freely.  I don't know if it
was out of happiness for being gifted with a better life, or sadness
because she had been found out, or both.  I stroked her from shoulder to
ass a few times then said.  "You go now, Betsy.  Get your girls and clean
them up and get them properly fed, not just biscuits, but whatever they
want.  Then see if we have any empty rooms.  If we do, choose one that
suits you.  Make it your own.  Then come to me tomorrow afternoon," then as
an afterthought.  "And bring your girls and Lizzie with you."

   Betsy gathered up her ragged gigham dress and draped it over her head,
but as she started to leave she turned and said to Sally, "Now, you do
anythin'--and Ah means anythin'--massah tells you.  Ah don' wanna hyeah
about how yew couldn't take his dick when he wanted some pussy."

   I took Sally's hand.  "Right now we're going to take a nap," I said. 
When I wake up again, maybe I'll introduce my little Sally to my dick. 
We'll see.  And Betsy, if anybody gives you any trouble about my
instructions, send them to me."

   Her briliant smile reappeard, "Ah will, suh."

   "Good," I smiled and watched the black slave wench leave, enjoying her
sexy ass bobble out the door.  As soon as she left, Sally seemed to relax.
She looked up to me with big bright brown eyes.

   "Ah don't like her much," she said.

   I grinned at her.  "Maybe that's all for the best, Sally.  She may be a
good sex-tutor and she is a wonderful sex partner, but I don't want her to
be a role model for you.  Now how about a nap?"

   Sally reached up to me.  I picked her up.  The hugged me tight around
the neck.  "I be sleepin' wit' you now?"

   "Every night, and every nap too," I smiled.  "And you two girls have
drained me for the time being.  I'd love to take some sleep with you."

   Sally kissed my cheeks, then my mouth.

   "I wants to stay wit' you, massah.  Always.  Fo' evah."

   "That sounds perfect to me as well, I grinned."

   I lay the child down onto the bed, then lay beside her, both of us
naked, my prick lax and spent.  I cuddled with her, kissed her sweetly. 
"You are a pretty little girl," I murmurred.

   "Ah ain't pretty, suh.  Yew said not to' lie and yew is lyin'."

   "I am not lying, Sally," I said.  "To me, for me, you are a beautiful
girl child."

   "No suh," Sally insisted, her sweet face giving a lie to her
prounouncemet as her innocent face hovered bare inches away from me,
sharing pillowtalk like siblings or lovers or parent and child.  "I ain'
purty.  I ain't purty at all.  Muh own Momma says Ah's too dark.  Muh hairs
too nappy.  Ah's too skinny.  She said Ah look like dem baby's right off de
slave ships.  Thick lipped, black as de night and ugly as dirt.  Dat's why
she sent me out to trade muh pussy fo' food.  She said dat's all I was good
fo'."

   "I'm beginning not to like your Momma, Sally." I said softy, kneading
the flesh of her deep dark ass and stroking the length of her lean body.

   "But it's de truf.  Momma tole me.  She says Ah might as well fuck de
field niggahs cause I wasn't no good fo' work nor nuffin'."

   Happy to be talking freely, Sally went on.

   "....and momma said it was cause I be lettin' dem wild field bucks fuck
me you called fo' me an' was gonna punish her, and dat wuz all muh fault
too, but she was de one who tol' me to do it t' begin wit.  But den Betsy
tol' me you called me 'cause ah can take de dick, that me fuckin' was a
good thing 'cause now I could take yo' prick up in muh body.  Then she
rolled onto her back and spread her tightly closed little pussy and
displayed it for me.  "See, Ah's ready fo' you, massah.  Ah's gettin' wet
tellin' you about it.  Ah can take yo' dick.  I promises yew."

   I wrapped her back into my arms and said, "Later, Sally.  When we wake,
maybe.  And I say your Momma was wrong.  I love your darkness, your lean
little body, your pink pussy and your sweet mouth." I kissed her again. 
"But right now I need to nap, recover from my bath.  I've got a beautiful
little black girl to fuck and I want to make it a perfect fuck for her. 
That means I need to get some rest."

   Sally didn't refute me this time.  Instead she curled up in my arms,
raised a leg over my flattened stomach and closed her eyes with a smile.  I
watched as she opened her eyes again to see if I was asleep and kisseed her
chastely on her negroid lips, then closed my own eyes squeezed her gently
and drifted off to sleep.
   ~~finis~~