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Well, I guess being the eldest of five sons, it was always my fate to take over the running of the plantation from my father. I suppose this is why I have aways taken a great deal of interest in its running. From a very early age, I delved into all matters, learning how things worked. How the crops grew, how the irrigation worked, how to get the best from the forty slaves who did all the work. Three of my brothers had already rushed off to find glory in the army but that wasn’t to be my fate.

I was eighteen when father died, and all the responsibilities fell onto my shoulders. I was more than ready for the challenge and implemented a great many changes from the off. Overseers were instructed not to use any form of violence on the slaves, their food rationing was increased, living accommodation was vastly improved and instructions were given, that any injury was to be treated immediately. Hours of work were reduced to nine per day, with each Sunday declared a day of rest.

Those who had mocked me were shocked to see there was an increase in crops harvested, of forty per cent, with a hundred percent decrease in sickness. Because of this, other plantations were becoming interested in what I was doing. This had culminated in an invitation to the wedding of the biggest of us all, Charles Noble, a seventy-year-old, grossly rich man, and Victoria Lambert, who at nineteen was doing what her father commanded.

The marriage was only happening because the last of Charles’s sons had died when he fell off a horse. Being from the leading family in the South, Charles needed an heir, after all he had a lot to leave. Victora was expected to produce straight away as his health was failing. This ill heath was the reason why we suddenly had so many unexpected visitors.

The Noble family doctor, Old Henry, lived about thirty miles from my plantation. Victoria was taken to him to verify she was still a virgin, which he had done. On the way back Charles felt ill, so they had called in to rest. The groom to be, was now in bed, in my father’s old room, with a doctor in attendance. It was my obligation to make sure the visitors were all fed and housed in rooms appropriate for their standing.

James Noble, brother of Charles, who was vehemently against the marriage, as he would be next in line if there was no heir, was allocated my room. Victoria and her mother would share a bed together, which made sure Victoria was always chaperoned. Two drivers and two men who were there to make sure any trouble was dealt with, were now getting drunk in the snug.

The family were invited to dine with us. It wasn’t a pleasant atmosphere. Charles, who had now recovered enough to sit with us and quaff wine, hardly said a word. He looked terrible. His left-hand shook, eyes were grey and watery, his skin pale and clammy. His brother, James, did his best to eat me out of house and home, stuffed his face and moaned about everything. The wine was wrong, the mutton too hot, the chair uncomfortable. He called his brother names, mocked him at every opportunity and made references that hinted Victoria couldn’t have been a virgin.

The girl’s mother sat and blushed while my mother tried to change the subject.

At first glance, Victora was a mousey looking girl, who looked like she would burst into tears at any moment. She wore a thick, green, velvet dress, that covered her from neck to toes. It was a hot and humid night; she must have been boiling, but she made no complaint and ate what was put in front of her.

When James announced it was time for bed, they all went. It was a very abrupt end to the meal.

There was no moon that night, so I used the light from the stables as a guide as I went to complete the day’s work. Three slave girls jumped to their feet when they saw me enter and fell silent. I told them to sit. I heard a noise and turned around. Calum, my bull for the night, stepped forward, a huge grin showed his bright white teeth.

We may be the same age, but Calum was much taller. He was about as handsome as a man could be, with big, strong arms, thick with muscles as were his long legs. His wide chest was as hard as iron, his back simply rippled with power. The three girls drank him in, wide eyed but silent.

“Well Calum, are you ready.” I asked but didn’t get an answer as the stable door suddenly sprang open and Victoria walked in.

“This isn’t the sort of place for a lady.” I said but it didn’t stop her. “I’ve work to do; you need to leave.” I added firmly.

“I know but I was hoping you might help me.” She looked me directly in the eyes, pleading of me to be kind.

What I could do for her I didn’t know and told her so.

“I’m to be married in three days and must conceive quickly but I don’t know what to do. What a man looks like, what I should expect.”

I protested but she was persistent, so I told Calum to step forward and drop his cotton trousers, leaving him in a loin cloth. I’d expected her to squeal and run off, but she stepped closer and looked at me, escort I nodded, Calum untied them, so they fell to the floor.

She gasped a little but couldn’t take her eyes off the black cock before her. It was flaccid but the size you would expect for such a big man.

“Is that what goes in me?” She asked.

“Not like that, it needs to grow.” I replied and looked towards the first girl. She stepped forward and shed the dress she wore, showing her nakedness to Calum who reacted immediately.

Victoria squealed and stepped back.

“And that goes.” She said. I nodded. “Will it fit?”

“Don’t worry, I doubt Charles will have as much. Calum is blessed in that area.” I said and laughed.

“Can I touch?” She asked.

Her fingers went around his shaft, she pulled the skin down a little and seemed mesmerised by the glistening cock head.

“I heard the drivers talking once, they said French women put it in their mouths.” She said.

“That they do.” I said as if I knew everything.

With that, Victoria suddenly took his black cock in her mouth and moved her head back and forth. I saw Calum’s tense, his eyes bulged, giving him a look of half terrified, half in heaven. He looked at me, I could see she was having an immediate effect, that he wouldn’t last.

“Victoria!” I shouted.

She stopped but her hand was still wrapped around his cock and was pumping him.

Calum grunted and sent a fountain of cum that went over her shoulder. She screamed with shock.

“I’m so sorry, I’ve broken it.” She wailed running to me.

“No. Thats his essence.” I chafed. “What men produce.”

“Is he spoiled now?” She asked.

Southern women were kept being this stupid. It kept them under control. She asked question after question, many of which were embarrassing to answer, so I was glad when Calum showed he had recovered and was ready to mount the first girl.

“I’ll show you what happens.” I said telling one of them to lay down.

Though his cock was huge, thick and long, he slid into her with ease.

“A woman produces a type of mucus that lubricates, allowing the cock to slide in and out. It’s natural, you don’t need to do anything.”

The girl below him began to groan, Calum’s giant hand reached out to hold a breast which made her body move up to meet his rhythm.

“There are other positions he can use.” I said telling the girl to get on her knees. As Calum slid back inside her, Victoria moved close, so she was only inches away from the bucking cock. She then moved to the woman, saw how her tits were bouncing and held one, squeezing it tightly.

Calum signalled he was about to finish. She seemed eager to see what happened next and stood to get the best view. She was enthralled at the cum dripping from the girl and seemed disappointed when Calum withdrew his cock which was quickly deflating.

I sent the slaves away and presumed Victoria would leave but she wasn’t ready yet. There was something more she wanted me to help with.

Her husband to be is a sick man with very little energy. She needed him to perform on the night, but her mother was worried his cock wouldn’t have enough power to break her virginity. If it was found still to be intact after a few weeks of marriage, she would be sent away. The embarrassment would kill her father. She was also unsure if her body would work enough to get her husband ready, to give her the baby needed.

“Can you tell me if my body works on a man?” She asked blushing furiously.

I was too shocked to speak but she didn’t wait for an answer. She moved back so the light showed her more clearly. I hadn’t noticed she was wearing a night dress. She slipped it off to show her naked body.

Her breasts, always hidden in thick clothing were much larger than I thought. They hung ripe, with bullet nipples. Her belly was flat, with a sexy, oval naval. Her hips gave a curve to her body that enthralled me. Though her long hair was a mousy colour, the pubic hair was jet black, my eyes were drawn to it. Suddenly she put her arms to cover her breasts, tears filled her eyes.

“I’m not enough of a woman to inflame a man.” She whispered.

“You are a beautiful woman. He’s not worthy of you.” I replied quickly.

“Have I excited you?” She asked tearfully.

I nodded, she had, my cock was as hard as hell.

“Would you help me. If he can’t break my virginity my life would be over.” She was laid on the bed, her legs were opened wide.

I thought of using a finger, but my balls were in charge now. I moved to her side, caressed her breasts as I moved on top.

“My mucus seems to be working.” She said. shyly.

I almost burst into laughter but that would have hurt her. Instead, I eased inside. She was tight, a woman fresh and ready for adult adventure. But I felt no resistance and was about to pull out when she told me to carry on, that I hadn’t breached her yet. I began slowly, expecting her to tell me to stop, that the job was done. But instead, she lay with her arms escort bayan wrapped around me, as if making sure I didn’t escape. This lulled me, I didn’t feel the usual signs telling me the essence of man was growing ready to explode.

I suckled on a nipple as my other hand pulled at her breast. My lips moved to hers, a tongue pushing her lips apart, sought her mouth. At that moment I felt it was all I would ever want. Then, just as I felt I was about to explode, some sense returned. I pulled away but her legs, wrapped around me, held me back for that extra second more, then it was too late. I had ejaculated deep inside a woman about to be married.

“You are a true friend Johnny. I will remember this, if my husband can give me a child, our families will become close, your plantation will do well.” Victoria said as she slipped the nightdress back on and rushed away.

The next time I saw her, she was dressed in white, being walked down the aisle to a man waiting in a wheelchair. People were openly joking about the odd couple. The wedding itself was rather a dull affair, which ended much earlier than normal.

I was chatting to a cousin when James Noble had insisted on an old tradition being revived. The bride and groom would be taken to the bedroom and witnesses would see the marriage be consummated. I didn’t go, but apparently, it was rather a humorous occasion, with lots of laughter and bawdy jokes, led by a jealous brother.

She was put in a bed that Charles needed to be lifted into. He managed to summon up enough energy to get on top of her. James was so sure his brother had fallen asleep that he was about to pull the covers off when suddenly there was movement.

“It hurts.” Victoria had shouted as her husband bounced away for a few minutes.

James was sure it was Victoria moving a living corpse under the blankets but was shouted down by drunken cheers encouraging Charles on.

It was said she looked hot and sweaty after his exertions, that she’d then demanded that everyone leave immediately. James had wanted to strip the bedding off to prove it was all fake, but Simon Blake, the head of an important family, had knocked this back, shouting that nobody could deny the marriage had been consummated and the girl’s ordeal was now over. James Noble had been humiliated, I watched him storm off cursing our stupidity.

“I wonder how long it will be until she has an accident?” My cousin commented.

It was almost a year to the day when a house slave announced we had visitors. It was Charles and Victoria with their new baby and her mother. They came with good news. I was to be appointed to the Trade Board, an important institution that set crop prices among other things. It was a huge thing; I was now destined to be a rich man.

They were to stay overnight; we all saw how Victoria fussed over the old man. She made sure he had water to drink instead of wine. That his plate was full of vegetables. He no longer smoked fat cigars and when the suns heat fell, they walked around the gardens, he didn’t need a stick. The shake in his hand had all but disappeared, eyes were no longer watery, they had a glint in them that showed he was alive. He’d even put weight on.

At nine o’clock sharp, Victora announced it was time for them to retire for the night. Charles rose and asked if he would still be able to have his honey drink. He was assured this was the case. I shook his hand, thanked him for my appointment and smiled at Victoria, she leant forward just a little.

“See you in the usual place.” She whispered.

As soon as I could, I made excuses and ran to the stables. Making sure there was enough light to see each other but not enough to draw attention.

An hour went by. My confidence in what she’d said began to wane.

“See you have the usual grace.” I whispered, saying aloud what she may have said instead, feeling sure I had misheard her. “I am not out of place.” The first explanation seemed more likely, just to make sure I waited another hour, but there was no sign of her.

“Ah well, I should have known.” I said angrily.

“Should have known what?” Victora asked.

In my temper I hadn’t heard her open the stable door.

“Nothing, just thinking aloud.” I blustered.

She gave me a hug, then stepped back holding my hands.

“Well, I think you have grown even more handsome.” She said with a big grin.

Now, it can be said that I am more than a little naive when it comes to women and sex. I didn’t use the slave girls as the sin was always shown with the lighter coloured children. Any suitable woman in a plantation family wouldn’t show an ankle without being chaperoned. I had dallied at Belles, where city girls were a lot more friendly. I had learned what went where and what you should do. But Victoria seemed to be more than friendly. She’d hugged me, I had never been hugged before. She seemed happy to see me and the way she held my hands seemed to have a hidden meaning. To be called handsome by your mother, bayan escort or Aunt is one thing, but by a young woman, it seemed much different.

“I wanted to tell you the news first.” She said. “I’m with child again.”

“I’m pleased for you.” I lied.

“I was hoping you might be little jealous.” She said looking sad.

She’d sat down at the end of the bed we’d used before. I sat with her, put an arm around her to console.

“What we did I will remember all my life, but you are a married woman, even when Charles dies a husband will be chosen from one of the old families.”

She shrugged her shoulders, then leant over and kissed me. I returned her passion, sighing when she pulled back and stood before me. In a second she had pulled her nightdress over her head, allowing my eyed to roam her naked body. Her breasts were bigger than before, around the swell of her belly there were a few lines, but her skin was smooth and without other blemish.

Victoria pushed me back and straddled me, allowing my hands to run free over her. She leant down, breasts were in my face. I went to each, caressing, touching, sucking on ripe nipples. The soft touch made her shiver though it was so very hot. She pulled at my trousers, which gave way easily, then eagerly sought my cock, stroking it, feeling how hard it had become.

The tip of my cock was poised outside her soaking hole. She teased a little, pulling the skin back, allowing it to caress the lips, to rub on her clit, before it seemed, she could wait no more. The cock slid in easily, I moaned loudly. Her finger pressed against my lips, I looked up and saw she was shaking her head.

“People could hear.” She whispered as she began rocking against me.

My hands went to her breasts as I watched her face grimace with pleasure. Her mouth was open wide, I could see her white teeth even in the dim light. Her head slumped down, spittle slipped from her mouth and dripped onto my chest, she was oblivious to it.

I felt the rise in my cock and remembered the advice from one of Belles girls and clenched my buttocks, the rise stopped. Victoria began to move faster, her tits, bouncing in rhythm, were almost hypnotic. Suddenly she tensed and gave out a long sigh of satisfaction before slumping beside me. Her body was glossed in sweat, she could hardly breathe and lay dragging breath into her lungs.

My cock was demanding satisfaction, but I was patient, content to sit and look at her body.

“I didn’t know it could be like that.” She said after a while.

She was laid half on her side, I was holding her close, with my cock firmly between her buttocks. She was ready for me now; I was trying to turn her onto all fours, but she moved onto her back.

“I want to look into your eyes as you reach the pleasure.” She whispered.

She didn’t need to wait long. My balls were bursting for relief, I began fast, only slowing for the last few strokes before pumping cum inside her.

We lay together, the pleasure shared making us feel relaxed, so much so we fell asleep in each other’s arms. I was woken by a shove in the back, it was Calum.

“Wake up Boss, you need to get Miss Victoria in the house.” His eyes were wide open with fear. Fear of a beating because he’d touched me, fear of being strung up for seeing a white woman naked, fear of what would happen if this was known to all, but I guess he knew I would do nothing to him for such help.

I had a last glimpse of her naked flesh before she slipped her nightgown back on.

“Calum, take her to the side entrance of the house. If anyone sees her let me know.”

I was panic stricken until he returned a half hour later to report no eyes could have seen her.

It was late morning before Charles was ready to leave. He shook my hand warmly, wished me good luck, smiling as I thanked him. Victoria nodded an acknowledgment as they began the journey home.

The following week I was introduced to the other twenty members of the Trade Board. James was the President, in charge by proxy because of his brother’s ill health, which was a big topic of conversation. There were many bawdy jokes about how a wife can bring an old cock back to life. The man who shouted these the loudest was Toby White. He was the eldest son, of a powerful family, destined to take over from his ageing father. He was an oaf, a thin necked, fat man around the same age as me. It seemed his greatest claim to fame was the beatings he often gave to the girls at Belles. He wasn’t very popular, but few would ever stand up to him. That included me. If I had defended her honour, people would ask why. So even when Toby gleefully told me, that when Charles died, he would be the next cock inside his wife, I said nothing, instead gave a fake smile at his good fortune.

But Charles health improved even more when it was announced Victoria had given birth to another male heir. The rumour was the old man had been atop his wife when a servant walked in. Victora had asked if they could come back in twenty minutes, this caused some to joke how Toby would never last five when his time came. It was said that Charles had whooped with joy as he implanted another child in his wife, but I think this was more embellishment than fact.

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