The Plantation

By Pussywillow

M/g, Cons, rom

Disclaimer: This story is just the figment of the imagination and contains depictions of sexual encounters between adults and children. If this type thing bothers you then you should stop reading now. However if you recognize the beauty of such loving and consensual relationships, then read on and I hope you enjoy.

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Here you are, nothing but a small ten-year-old mulatto slave, and the plantation owner takes a liking to you.

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The year was 1827, and the place – somewhere in the south on a plantation that grew not only cotton but several other cash crops as well in order to rotate the land. Because of the size of the plantation, the owner, Michael Stone, had to keep well over a hundred slaves in order to run the operation properly.

Of course he had also kept quit a few female slaves for running the huge mansion, and, of course, many of the women were ‘married’ to the male slaves, hoping that the stability of the plantation was good enough that they, hopefully in their hearts, would never have to be parted.

Michael, or as he was better known, Mike, being what was known as a kindly slave owner, always believed that if he treated his slaves fairly, there would be little or no dissention among them, and would not have to take any of the extreme measures such as whipping his slaves like some of the other slave owners had to resort to in order to get them to work.

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Among the household staff, there was one woman, Taonga, who was a fairly nice looking black woman who had a nine-year-old daughter named Bessy, who helped along with her mother to keep the mansion clean.

Taonga used to live on another plantation, but a white overseer got to her one night and had impregnated her.

Because of all of the dissention afterwards, Taonga and her mulatto baby was finally sold to Mike for a very cheap price just to get her off the place.

Because it was a deal that Mike couldn’t pass up, he bought her and hoped that in a few years he would be getting even yet another laborer after the baby had grown old enough.

Because it was a white man who had impregnated Taonga, Bessy inherited quite a bit of the white man’s features such as a much whiter skin with real nice smooth black hair, and much more delicate features such as a narrower nose than she otherwise would have had.

As Bessy grew older, Taonga thought that she was so pretty that she was kept pretty much out of the way where very few men would ever see her.

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Mike at this time wasn’t really a very happy man. Although he was rich and owned this large plantation and even held a seat on the town council, He really wasn’t happy because after his wife gave birth to their son, she no longer permitted him to take his liberties with her. So, after several years of suffering her tongue, he finally had this part of the mansion remodeled as his own private quarters just in order to escape her.

Because divorce was unheard in this day and age, he spent many frustrating hours going to town just to spend a little time with a couple of the town winches in order to try to satisfy some of his sexual frustrations. But try as he might, he quickly found this type of intimacy and sexual release really wasn’t to his liking – it needed something more.

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One day, as they were cleaning the master’s quarters, Taonga, when she was suddenly called elsewhere, entrusted Bessy to go ahead and finish cleaning the master’s quarters. But, as Bessy was cleaning, Mike unexpectedly entered his quarters on a business matter.

Bessy, upon seeing Mike enter, grew very much afraid and in panic said, “Oh! I’m very sorry massa! But I’ll be through here in juss a minit and be gone outa yoou way.”

As Mike looked a little closer at Bessy, he suddenly realized that this was the baby he received on that deal several years ago, and how she had grown to become a very lovely child. So he replied, “Now I don’t see any real need for you to hurry and leave just yet. Come on over and sit down and tell me just where you came from? Hey! Aren’t you the daughter of that negro woman that I bought some years ago? I guess, because I haven’t seen you around very much, I believe that I had kind of forgotten about you.”

As I sat there in my plain ragged dress telling Mike all about myself, I was really quite shocked and suddenly taken aback as I heard Mike suddenly say, “Hey, how would you like to be my own special private maid?”

As I looked shockingly into his eyes, I heard him continue, “Yes, I believe that I really like you, and your duties will be to keep my private quarters clean, neat and orderly, and also to entertain me with your unusual youth and vitality – I really like you. So go tell your mother that from now on you will answer only to me.”

When she finally left, she didn’t know just what to make of her new assignment. But, as the days passed, she knew that her first duty in the morning was to bring breakfast up for the two of them, and because of that, she now had the very special privilege of eating her own real nice breakfast along with him in order to keep him company. Yes, she really liked this part because she also got to eat what he ate instead of that gruel of a porridge she used to get along with all of the other household servants.

After he had dressed and left, she then cleaned up after him by hanging up his clothes or washing them to keep them clean and orderly, clean the wash bowl, keep fresh water in the containers, dusted and swept, made his bed and other things she could think of in order to keep his quarters looking real nice and spick and span.

With all the leisure she now had after her work, she realized that she liked her new assignment so well that she felt that she would do almost anything for him just in order to keep him real happy so that he’ll continue to like her.

After she was done, she found that she now had quite a lot of time left over during the day where there was really nothing else for her to do but to just look through his library of books or engage in conversation with him whenever he was around, or maybe, to just take a walk around on the grounds.

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One day, some months later, she found herself describing a dance that the Negroes sometimes did for entertainment in the evenings. She knew that the Negroes would shed most of their clothing and wore just a bare minimum over their loins – just like they did in Africa. But as she tried to demonstrate it to him, she found that her long dress was way too much in the way, so she took it off so that she could better demonstrate the dance before Mike.

But then during her performance she found that her pantaloons, which were split in the crotch, sometimes opened so much that she realized that she was quite often showing him her genitals also. So in absolute disgust and to Mike’s delightful prompting, she finally just untied her pantaloons and dropped them thereby getting Mike’s most undivided attention as she continued.

Being not yet ten, she really couldn’t understand just why Mike acted the way he did because she felt that she was still just a little prepubescent girl without any of the sexual charms that grown women have.

After her demonstration, Mike noticed the rags that she had discarded, so a couple of days later, Mike handed her two brand new dresses and several sets of new underwear for her to wear.

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As the weeks went by, she realized that she was becoming more and more bonded with him, and also realized that Mike was now spending more and more of his time just with her as they talked about all sorts of things, along with him continuously wanting her to dance for him in the nude. She felt really quite surprised on just how much interest he continued to pay her as she entertained him with both her stories and her dancing,

Soon, he had her even remove her dress and petticoat when she came into his quarters to start her duties. As she did so, she suddenly realized all of the freedom her body now had without all of that extra cumbersome clothing on her. But quite often she found that he was paying her so much attention that sometimes she just couldn’t finish all of what she was supposed to do. But he seemed not to mind as she even found herself quite often now sitting on his lap while he gave her reading lessons.

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One day while I was cleaning, I noticed a couple of servants bringing in his copper bathing tub and filling it in preparation for him to take his weekly bath. But I was over making up the bed and missed seeing him as he undressed and slipped into it. I guess he didn’t know I was in the room at the time or he would have probably shooed me out.

A short while later, after he had seen that I was still in the room, I heard him call me over.

As I went over to find out what he wanted, I heard him say, “Come here and drop your underwear so that you can wash my back for me. There’s no one about to do it for me except you. So I hope that you will do me the honors.”

I really thought nothing of it except that here he was completely undressed and in his bathtub. But then as I realized that he had been seeing me all along completely naked while I danced for him, I just went ahead and removed my underwear just before he handed me the soap and brush so that I could perform my duty to his back.

After I was through, I had just finished rinsing him off as I heard him say, “Come on and get into the tub with me.”

I hesitated for a moment while I thought of just how all of us Negros take our baths. But as I noticed just how nice and warm the water felt, I went ahead and climbed in. In doing so, I felt him sit me down in-between his legs where I felt him wrap his arms around me and actually hug me to him. From there, I enjoyed all the wild intimacy of feeling him wash me all over my body while feeling his own naked body seemingly envelope me. Eventually I felt his hands washing me right in-between my legs – right against my vulva. But I was having so much wild fun that I really didn’t realize it until he had been washing me there for some seconds before I felt all of those real wild sexual feelings he was making me have, start traveling all through my body. That made me suddenly freeze up in real shocked surprise for a moment before I finally just let myself go and settled back down to again enjoy just what he was doing to me.

After he had me up in a very heightened state of sexual arousal, he had me grasp his very hard pole that was sticking way out from his body, and that’s when I heard him say, “Come, I now have another request for you. I want you to grasp my penis with your hand.”

At that moment, I felt all sorts of very funny feelings go all through my body while feeling really quite embarrassed as I slowly reached down and did his bidding.

There, for the first time in my whole life, I realized that I was actually grasping my hand around a grown man’s penis – the thing that he goes to the bathroom with and also sometimes sticks into women’s vaginas.

But there, I just held it in my hand as I felt his large (to me) fingers kept on massaging my vulva.

Oh wow, I thought that this was really a whole lot of wild intimate fun as we both just sat there in that tub of water while touching each other in our most intimate places.

Oh he had me feeling really sexually wild just as I saw him suddenly shoot out some real funny looking whitish stuff way out into the water of the tub several times before it finally stopped. That’s when I felt Mike hug me to him as I heard him say, “Oh my gads! Oh wow! You sure did a real great job of doing that for me. If you think you’re up to doing it, how would you like to keep on doing that for me every day from now on? Do you think that you can handle it?”

Having realized just what he had just done to me and what I had just done for him and also the real funny feelings I got way down inside myself from us doing it to each other, I shook my head yes as I squeakily answered, “Yes, masser Mike.”

That’s when we got up and stepped out of the tub to dry off just before he grabbed me up in his arms and carried me over to the bed.

When we got there, he laid down on his back while laying me right on top of him. So there I found myself now spread out right on top of his big naked body while I felt him hug me to him while I felt him rub his hands all around all over my back and bottom.

Oh wow! I had never felt such wild feelings ever before in all of my life as I felt myself gradually relax on down on top of him while I felt myself go into a very exciting dream world - never ever dreaming of ever feeling like this ever until after I had reached the age of puberty.

But as I felt his soft hands continue to rub lightly all over me, I even felt his fingers start rubbing up against my poo hole again, giving me even wilder feelings than I had ever felt before. But then, I started to feel his fingers travel even more on down in-between my legs until I realized that he was now rubbing his fingers right against my vulva.

From there, I realized that he was making me feel such wild feelings as to actually make my whole body just start to shake with an excitement like I had never known before, and the more he did it, the more I felt like I wanted him to keep on doing it, and, as he rolled me off of him and onto my back, I felt his fingers actually go right in-between my legs and cover my whole vulva as I uncontrollably spread my legs wide apart for him while trying to wrap my arms around his neck.

Although I felt that he really shouldn’t be doing this to me, he kept on doing it as I felt his fingers continue to make me feel sexually wilder and wilder until I felt myself just freeze right on up into the wildest sexual feelings that I had ever felt in my life as I even felt muscles way down inside of my vulva contract and contract over and over again. Then as I felt those feelings start to leave me, it now left me in a very lifeless condition where I now somehow felt so good and so fulfilled that I just couldn’t believe it.

As I continued to feel Mike cuddle with me on the bed, I soon heard him say, “Hey little one, did that feel real good?”

But all I could do was just beam a smile at him as I shook my head ‘yes’. Then I heard him say, “Hey, how would you like to be my very own concubine or surrogate wife? If you would like to, you will get to live here and sleep right here with me all the time. Eat what I eat, and wear all of the real fine clothes that I will buy for you, and besides that, I will even try to give you an education also like reading and writing. How would you like that?”

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Of course, I knew all about us slaves because my mother was one and I being born one. I knew that all the men had to work out in the fields, and us women were purchased mainly for housekeeping, although a lot of them worked out in the fields also, and we all had to live in those rows of tiny shacks and bunkhouses.

Of course because of Mike being a good slave owner, he let any man or woman slave on this plantation live together if they wanted to just like they were man and wife. But there was no real guarantee that they wouldn’t be separated later on.

I knew that what he was offering me would certainly be a great big step up in both my personal comfort and status, and I knew that the work I did for him was just a breeze compared to what all the other slaves had to do – taking no more than just a few hours each day. But I also knew that the main reason he was doing this for me was mainly for the sex that he would be having with me. I therefore knew that if I accepted, it would also be my responsibility to keep him very well sexually satisfied. But then, since I had just finished a very pleasant and exciting sexual adventure with him, I thought that maybe the sex part just might be a whole lot of fun also.

So I said, “Yes!” to this bright brand new future that I found myself in.

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That night as we went to bed, I decided to just go ahead and give my whole self to him as I found us both having a very fun time having sex with each other as I felt him rubbing my vulva bringing me on up into what he called an orgasm while I got to examine his genitals to my hearts content until I realized that I had fondled them just a little too much thus bringing him on up into what he called a climax.

Afterwards, while we were in bed, I felt the strange but real exciting feeling of actually feeling his big naked body pressed against mine while I heard him tell me all about sex, his wife, and the reasons why he had picked me to be his surrogate wife.

As the weeks passed we continued to have sex in various ways with each other as we got to know each other even more and more.

I guess that it was about four months later when he tried to break through my hymen with his finger. After he was successful, he then started finger-fucking me, which, to my surprise, I found that I really liked it and really enjoyed having him do that to me, until several days later when he finally got my hymen completely broken through.

I remembered very well that night.

From the candlelight, I saw him get in-between my legs and then spit on his penis just before he slowly thrust it into me.

Oh, my! I was all in a dither as I felt his monster penis gradually enter me down there while it felt like he was filling me way up while stretching my insides all out of proportion. Then, after he had gotten that huge tool of his all the way into me, I just couldn’t believe that he was actually able to get that great big thing inside my small body – but he did. But then, I felt my own sexual feelings really start taking over as I imagined that my master was now trying to get me pregnant.

Oh, I could feel it going in and out of me over and over again as I felt him laying there on top of me almost squashing me with his large body.

In and out I could feel it go, giving me such wild feelings that made me frantically try to wrap both my arms and legs around him so that I could hang on even tighter as I felt my sexual feelings climb on up higher and higher until, suddenly, I realized that I was now there, and that’s when I felt myself just scream with a delight that I had never known before as I felt my whole body just start to freeze on up into that greatest of all feelings – feelings that I had never known ever before while I felt all of those strange muscles way down inside my vagina contract and contract over and over again against his monstrous penis until, finally, I felt them starting to relax again leaving me feeling just like I was just a pile of jelly again. But then I could still feel Mike still thrusting his huge penis into me over and over again until he finally filled me way up with his seed, and that’s when I finally felt it go soft and then slip back out me as I felt Mike’s body finally just collapse down on top of me completely exhausted.

There I laid, with his chest hairs in my face, for a while until I finally felt him lift himself back up and look down at me and ask, “Are you okay?”

By this time I had recovered enough to giggle out, “Why? You wanna do it again?”

Afterwards, as we laid there together with Mike’s arms encircling me making me feel just as if I was in a real nice warm cocoon.

But after a bit I heard him say, “You know, Bessie, that was, without a doubt, the greatest sexual experience I’ve ever had in my life, and it would have to come from a little flat-chested ten-year-old girl like you. Oh I love you so much that I wish that there was something more that I could do for you, but I don’t know what it could be.”

It was at that moment that I realized that Mike now really and truly loved me, and I now felt that I was now the happiest girl in the whole world even though I was still just a small negro slave girl and he was still my white master.

I knew that there was a great big wall in-between negroes and whites, but although I was considered a mulatto, I was still a negro. Of course I knew even at my very young age that he was doing all he could do for me, and also because I was so young, he really shouldn’t have had any business of even touching me at all much less than having sex with me. But that’s when I realized that I loved him with all my heart despite all of the barriers that were set in-between us, and I knew that he really loved me or I wouldn’t be where I am right now.

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From that time on, as the days gradually turned into years, he never missed a good romp on the bed with me at least once a day and quite often twice.

But all too soon, just before my sixteenth birthday, I realized that I was now pregnant with his child. I knew that we should have taken some sort of precaution after my breasts grew out and I grew all of that black ugly hair down there on my vulva that said I was now a woman.

But then, I realized that he could still romp with me for probably another eight more months before I could expect the birth of my first baby.

Chapter 2

After the baby was born, we named her Helen. But soon there was a great hullabaloo and scandal going around about Mike and me.

It finally got so bad that he made the decision to throw away all of his life’s work, and sell the plantation rather than loose Helen and me.

He tried to deal with it, but, as he failed, he knew that there was just one other option he had to take. Sell the place and move out.

After selling the plantation, he divided the proceeds between his wife and himself. She went one way – never to heard from again, and we moved west – way out on the great western frontier until we came to a little ‘one horse’ town where the people didn’t give a hang who we were because there was also a mixture of black and white and Indian and even a couple of Mexicans all thrown in altogether.

There we settled down, building a small but comfortable house for the three of us.

Later on Mike set up a small business just to keep himself occupied while I ran the house and looked after our baby, Helen.

From there, I finally found myself feeling free – free – really quite free by being accepted by the town’s people as actually being one of them.

Why we went very openly to church together and was even invited to join in on all of the town’s activities just as if I was a white woman.

Although we really weren’t legally married, we were married to each other in our hearts, and that’s where it counts because no one ever asked us for a marriage certificate, and as time marched on, we lived as happily as any family could while eventually raising six wonderful children.

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Of course this story never really happened - Or did it?

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