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Black Cherry
wM/bf, virgin, pre-teen ,interr, rape, oral, impreg
by ErosWriterXXX

For Adults Only! Do not read if this offends you. This is not meant to be a
historical portrayal of the crime of slavery. This is a work of fiction and
fantasy for adult entertainment only! Feed back welcome, flame ignored. Enjoy!

Warner plantation, Georgia, Summer 1853:

Silas Warner sat on his porch sipping a lemonade. The Georgia weather was hot
today, but not as hot as his blood. Today was the day. He was going to get a
new black bed wench. He'd had his eye on that pretty little quadroon Sally for
some time now. Ever since she'd turned twelve a few months back he'd been
watching the child closely. Her mulatta slave mother had been the bed wench one
night of a plantation guest when she was young. The fruit of that night of
copulation was little Sally.  Her skin was an unblemished silky caf (C) au lait
color and her curly black hair hung all the way to her waist. She was just
under 5 feet tall and only about 90 pounds but her hips were widening and her
figure was beginning to assume that familiar hour-glass shape of a sexually
mature female. Her breasts were starting to develop nicely, poking out the
front of  the simple white cotton smock she wore. They were pointy and just
about the size of little apples. Yes, they'd fit quite nicely in his mouth. It
would soon be time to complete the passage of this little quadroon slave girl
from child to woman.

A few days ago he'd heard little Sally scream in the fields, calling for her
mama. The front of her dress was wet with a big bright red stain around her
crotch. Sally was menstruating. That very night Silas visited the slave
quarters to see Sally's mammy. He told her that it was time for Sally to come
to the big house and be his bed-wench. The mammy cried and pleaded that her
child was just a baby.

"Nonsense!" Silas had sternly replied. "I've got eyes. And like they say, if
she's old enough to bleed, she's old enough to breed."

Sally's mammy just hung her head and promised that the little girl would be
bathed and ready for him just as soon as her bleeding stopped.

"Now you know how to instruct her properly don't you Emma? To prepare her for
her duties to come?" 

"Yes, Massa Warner. She'll be ready for you, I promise."

"That's good, Emma, That's real good. Now there'll be plenty of food for you
and everyone in your cabin and I'll tell the overseer that you won't have to
stay as long in the fields as the other slaves."

"Thank you Massa," was all the mammy could muster through her tears.

Now, as Silas watched the mammy escorting Sally toward the porch of the
mansion, his erection was straining in his white riding breeches. Compulsively,
he slapped his riding crop against his thigh in time with the slow pace of
Sally and her mammy. His ears were cherry red as he leered at the nude little
quadroon slave girl. Her long black curly hair hung to the small of her back.
She had been stripped naked as he had ordered, her nude body paraded past the
cabins of the other slaves, wearing only a loose fitting black leather slave
collar around her neck.  In his left hand Silas held the gold plated chain that
he would attach to that collar when he received the child. Yes indeed, he was
looking forward to many nights of riding this ripe, pubescent little slave
girl.

Her little boobies were sticking straight out with fully erect dark brown
nipples. He could clearly see her little hairless slit between her legs. Very
soon he'd have that little quadroon sex goddess on her back side in his bed and
that tiny slit of hers would be filled with his massive white cock and large
quantities of his hot white seed.

"Here she is Massa, just like you ordered." Mammy hung her head. Sally's eyes
were demurely lowered toward the ground.

"Very good, Emma" Silas knelt in front of little Sally and lifted her chin,
looking in her eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you Sally. You're a very pretty
little girl. Its time that you became a woman. Do you know what that means?"

"I think so Massa Warner. Mamma says I have to do whatever you say." There was
a slight fear and trembling in her voice that sent an electric thrill through
his penis.

Silas grinned. "That's right, Sally, that's right.  I'm going to inspect you
now, just to make sure you're still a virgin and feel you up a little."

He placed the middle finger of his right hand over the child's tiny hairless
slit. Sally closed her eyes and turned her head to the left as Silas gently
slid his finger in between her hairless pussy lips. She gasped.  Silas found
her hymen,  intact, unbroken and waiting for him. Withdrawing his finger, he
slowly moved his hands up her sides till  he reached her budding chest, then
grasped both of her pointy  little boobies and squeezed gently. Sally gave out
a little moan as he gently rolled her erect nipples between thumb and
forefinger.

"You're gonna be a mighty fine fuck little Sally. A mighty fine fuck. Now give
me a kiss."

Obediently, the little girl wrapped her arms around his neck and puckered her
thick sensuous African lips. Silas gently kissed her and with his right hand
squeezed her shapely little adolescent ass. Then he thrust his tongue in her
mouth, French kissing the sexy,  naked  twelve year old slave girl. Sally
seemed surprised by this oral invasion but passively accepted the intrusion of
his tongue.

When he was finished Frenching her, Silas rose and  took the gold plated chain
and attached it to Sally's black leather slave collar.

"Now while you're living in the house Sally, you can't wear any clothes. Your
mamma's probably told you that. And whenever you're with me, you'll have to
have this chain on. If I have any guests over and they ask for you, you're to
service and please them just as you would me. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Massa."

"Good. Now let's go in the house and have supper."

 With that he motioned the mammy away and led the naked little slave girl on a
gold chain through the big door of the white mansion. As they entered, Joe, the
old black butler held the door and bowed his head, as much  to hide his shame
as to semble respect. Though when the master had passed his eyes roved
lustfully over the little girl's shapely backside and ass. Maybe the master
would let him fuck her someday when he was tired of her.

The female slaves in the kitchen were all aghast, but hiding it well. Softly
they clucked to themselves. "That poor child. That poor innocent beautiful
child."

Silas led Sally into the dining room, seating himself at the head of the table
and motioning the child to sit on his right, letting the gold chain fall to the
floor.

"Mary! Where are you? Get down here, its time for supper!"

As the house slaves bustled about, bringing out the evening repast, Silas's
wife Mary appeared at the top of the stairs. She was blonde and young, twenty
years junior to Silas's forty-seven years and had a look of outrage on her
face.

"Really Silas! Have you no scruples! I'm your wife, yet you insist on parading
your depredations with your slaves before me. And this one is only a child!"

Silas smirked and shrugged and took a sip of wine.

"Octoroons are bringing a good price on the market these days. And  I figure to
breed a few off of this one. Shut up,  have a seat woman and eat your supper."

Mary's face was beet red as she seated herself at the table.

"Honestly, Silas. I would never have married you except that you agreed to pay
off my father's debts."

"A wise move my dear. Kept him out of the poor house. By the way, introductions
are in order. Sally, this is my wife, Mary, she is the mistress of this house."

"In name only!" Mary snorted. But Mary found it hard to take her eyes off this
beautiful naked quadroon slave child before her. The child's breasts were
perfection itself. Sinful thoughts rose up in Mary, which she quickly
suppressed, but not before Silas had noticed her lingering gaze on the girl.

"She is a beauty isn't she?" he grinned. "You should enjoy her sometime when
I'm gone."

"Oh really, you're a barbarian! An unholy barbarian. How could you even suggest
such a perverted, sinful thing?"

Silas grinned at her heated reaction to his provocation.

"I'm not a selfish man. I believe family and friends alike should share in my
pleasures."

Mary said nothing. But turned her head and looked toward the sunset in the west
window. As much to avoid letting her eyes fall on the sexy slave girl as to
express outrage. But all through supper, even as she kept her head down, she
couldn't avoid thinking of the naked twelve year old before her. Thoughts of
exploring the child's naked body with her hands, probing her nether regions
with her fingers and  tongue kept popping into her mind. Mary's ears were a
bright, brilliant hot red from the sinful, lustful thoughts that filled her
mind.

When the meal was over and Silas was leading the girl up the stairs, chain in
hand,  for the night's defloration, Mary gazed lustfully at the child's ass and
legs, at the long, curly black hair flowing down her back. At the turn in the
stairs, she caught Silas looking at her staring at Sally. Quickly, she turned
her head. But it was too late. He had seen her lustful eyes and laughed the
rest of the way up to the top landing.

Silas took Sally into the "guest room" straight at the end of the landing. The
only guest tonight here would be himself. Locking the door behind him, he
pulled a red velvet cushion from a chair and instructed Sally to kneel on it
before him. Still holding the gold chain in his right hand, with the trembling,
naked little twelve year old quadroon slave girl kneeling before him, he began
to unbutton his pants with his left.

"Now Sally," he said as he exposed his cock and balls before the girl's face,
"Did your mama give you any training in sucking a man's cock?"

Sally nodded, her eyes growing slightly wide with fear as she stared at the
massive, throbbing white member, whose pink bloated head was only inches from
her face.

"She gave me a gourd to suck on."

"Good. But a man's penis is a lot different than a gourd. Its hot and alive.
You've got to wrap your lips around your teeth when you suck and you've got to
swallow all of my cum when I cum in your mouth. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Massa."

"Good, child. Now, cup my balls with your right hand and wrap your left hand
around my cock and start working it into your mouth, just like with that gourd.
Just like how your momma showed you."

Sally did as she was told, gently holding his big balls with her right hand
while she wrapped her tiny fingers around his massive white member and opened
her mouth to receive it. Silas groaned as the head of his big prick entered the
little slave girl's mouth leaking pre-cum. Her thick African lips were closely
wrapped around the massive shaft.  Despite a savage instinct to thrust down the
girl's throat, Silas restrained himself.

"Don't try to take too much. Just get the head in. Go ahead and flick your
tongue over my pee hole opening. Yes, that's it. Taste that cum. Suck girl,
suck. My god, you've got a gift, a natural born talent girl! You were made to
suck white cock."

Silas's cum tasted thick and salty to Sally, but not altogether bad. In fact,
it tasted kind of good. She kept flicking her tongue over the slit opening of
the penis in her mouth. More cum seemed to be flowing out of Silas's dick.

Letting the chain drop to the floor, Silas gently grasped Sally's head in both
hands as the little light skinned black girl continued to bob back and forth on
his dick, her tiny left  hand working the massive shaft back and forth while
her tiny right hand gently cupped his massive balls. 

"God! This is paradise!" Silas exclaimed. A pretty little naked pubescent slave
girl on a chain sucking his cock. He wished all white men could share in this
pleasure.

At last, Silas couldn't hold back any more and erupted in Sally's mouth. A
flood of hot white semen filled the little girl's mouth and she nearly gagged,
but managed to keep swallowing as Silas continued to pump massive quantities of
 his seed down her throat.

"Ohhhh!" Silas moaned, "Little Sally you were just made to suck a white man's
cock." 

Sally looked up at her master and smiled, licking driblets of cum off her lips.
There was a hot moist feeling growing down between her legs. It felt good. Her
master's cum tasted good too.

"Aaahh! Sally! That was wonderful." Silas said as he began disrobing. The
little girl's blowjob was masterful. But he was getting hard again just looking
at her licking his cum off her lips and thinking of the joy of breaking her
hymen, plunging his baby-making cock into the little girl, deflowering this hot
little quadroon virgin and impregnating her with his seed.

"But now you must get on the bed. Lay down on your back and spread your legs as
wide as you can. I'm going to fuck you my dear."

Sally got to her feet and with a bit of in trepidation, climbed onto her
master's big canopied bed. She did as she was told, laying flat on her back and
spreading her little legs as wide as she could, exposing her glorious pink
virginal slit.

Silas took his time undressing wanting to savor the moment of this innocent
light skinned black virgin girl child spread eagled before him, awaiting his
pleasure. There was nothing like deflowering a young black girl. Just the
thought of plunging into that hot little piece made his member rise stiffly to
the occasion again. But first he would eat her, suck her little clitty to get
her juices flowing and then, when the time was right, ram it in her virgin
baby-making hole.

When he was at last undressed, Silas climbed onto the bed and positioned
himself between Sally's legs.

"Have you ever played with yourself down there Sally?" 

 -~Once or twice Massa."

"Felt good, didn't it? Well, I'm going to play with you in a very special way
down there, that will make you feel real good."

With that the dirty old slave master laid on his belly, grabbed the little
quadroon girl's wide open thighs and began licking her slit, from fuck hole to
clit. The child gasped as Silas' wet tongue lapped and probed her fully exposed
nether regions. Up and down, up and down his hot wet tongue pressed against
Sally's private parts sending unknown waves of pleasure through the little
girl. She felt like she was high up in the sky on a bright sunny day, falling a
long ways,  falling through the air with the wind caressing her between her
legs. She began to breathe faster and faster as she fell faster and faster,
plummeting toward the earth far below. The wind seemed to know just what made
her feel good even as she tried to spread her legs even wider to let it flow in
between her legs.

Silas's dick was rock hard, pressed against his belly as he lapped up the
child's juices flowing out of her tiny virginal opening. Sally was panting
rapidly, her head moving back and forth on the pillow as she approached her
first orgasm. Finally, the little girl began to moan, loud and long. Silas kept
lapping her cunny, causing more of her juices to flow. God, nothing tasted
better than a little light skinned slave girl!

Sally was vainly trying to buck her hips against his tongue now. The little
girl was in the throes of pleasure. Silas himself couldn't wait any longer.
With a final lap of her wet hairless slit he got on his knees and positioned
himself between her wide open legs, his cock throbbing full and erect again.
The little girl was still panting as she looked up at Silas. Wide eyed she
timidly asked,

"Why...why...why did you stop Massa?"

"This is my baby-maker Sally," Silas said as he stroked his meat. "I'm going to
fuck you every day, hell, several times a day, till your flat little belly
swells up with my seed. I'm going to make a baby inside you Sally. Because
that's what pretty little slave girls like you were made for...pleasuring white
men and making babies."

Fear was growing in Sally's eyes again as she stared at the monster cock that
seemed insatiable and impossible to satisfy. Now, confronted with the moment of
realization that this was indeed how babies were made she began to feel really
afraid. She had seen the older slave women giving birth and it looked very
painful. Would she have to go through that too? But at the same time, she felt
so good, like she never had in her whole life. There was a burning down there
between her legs that craved something more.

Silas began rubbing the head of his prick up and down the girl's tiny slit,
just like he had his tongue, fuck hole to clit. Gently at first and then
gradually applying more pressure with each stroke. His pre-cum was leaking out
the tip of his penis mixing with the little slave girl's juices and his saliva
from the licking of her cunny.

Sally's eyes were big and wide as she watched the massive seven inch prick
insistently probing her tiny opening. It was starting to hurt a little bit
every time he pressed against her little hole.

"Owww! Please Massa, it hurts!"

"Its gonna hurt a lot more before I'm through honey," Silas panted. "But only
for a while. You'll like it, I promise." And with that the horny old slave
master placed his swollen prick  head against little Sally's virginal fuck hole
and pressed in with all his weight.

Sally screamed as the big white  prick tore open the thin layer of skin that
was her hymen. Blood spurted from the opening as Silas' penis savagely plunged
into the little girl's moist but virginal fuck hole.

He was in! The first to rape and fuck this beautiful light skinned slave child.
The pain of the helpless little black girl beneath him only added to his joy.
Paradise itself. God was she tight and juicy! He pinned her little wrists
against the bed as he worked more and more of his long thick prick inside the
little virgin. Her screams and protests were of no avail. He was totally intent
on getting as much of his prick into her as he could before he splattered  his
seed against her womb. Finally, he reached the limits of her insides.

Slowly at first and then more rapidly he began to pump her.  In and out, in and
out. His prick was like a piston attached to a machine as he pumped the
helpless little slave girl writhing in pain and pleasure beneath him. God  was
she pretty! He was going to make at least one baby a year with her. He'd have
to fuck her about six times a day to make sure she was knocked up. Fucking
little Sally made him  feel like a young stud again.

Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer, and with a last savage thrust
splattered his cum deep inside her. His contractions seemed to last forever as
he pumped more and more of his hot white seed into her tight little twat,
toward her fertile young womb.

As he deflated inside her he kissed away her tears. This was only the beginning
of the evening. Next, he'd have her doggie style, then let her ride him, facing
and backwards. A long night of pleasure was ahead for Silas and many more
nights and days to come after that. 
THE END

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