1848, Columbia, SC, MCWilliams Plantantion

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Despite the the noon day heat from the Sun, a cool wind blew from the North, and a hint of a late afternoon rain was in the air. Yet Sarah McWilliams noticed little of the pleasant day of June. As she walked along the green fields, her mind held on to its thoughts of the pass few days.
Last Monday, not knowing why she decided to tour the slave cabins behind the store houses, she made a discovery that held her every thought keeping her mind on what she saw. Since then she replayed over and over every images of seeing two of daddy's slaves "playing" in the tall grass.
Samuel had Lizzie on her back and both where naked laying on a pile of cloths. Sarah could see in her mind Samuel hammering away thrusting over and over his pole into Lizzie while she laid there, horsely crying aloud, "Ohhh yessss'm". The delight was clearly on Lizzie's face as Samuel pounded away on her.
For Sarah, she had experiemented some, touching herself and knew the pleasure of her touch, but till then her's was a sheltered world kept in check by her strick father. But now Sarah's mind was full of questions and her young 15 year old mind tried in their erotic fantesies to provide the answers.
Finally she came to the old carp pond. It was once a garden spot for her mother, but over grown with weeds and unpruned trees. She liked to come here mostly to think of her mother who died 2 years ago, but thoughts of her mother was the last thing on her mind. Finding a shaded spot she sat down and contunied her day dream.
All she could think of was the boy she met last spring, Wilfred Tanner, the son of the neighboring plantation. As she sat there, Sarah thought of how it might be like to rut with Will.
"Hey'a Ms Sarah," a voice rang out to disturb her thoughts. Sarah looked up and saw Calib standing there. Calib was a year younger then her, and despite being the son of one of daddy's slaves, he was about her only friend. The rest of Daddy's female slaves where too busy working in the fields or taking care of their babies too be a friend for her. Calib's father was the plantation's black smith and he had more time then the other boys who worked the fields.
Calib sat down in front of Sarah saying, "What'a be do'ng hera?". His white teeth showing pass his black lips. Sarah looked at him for a second noticing that despite Calib's light hand sewed hemp gray pants and irovy flax shirt, he looked rather well for a nigger. His hair was cropped short and no matter the weather never wore shoes or a hat.
"Nothing," she said, "just sitting here and doing some thinking". Sarah could never be out in the sun for very long. Her long blond hair was as if soft spun gold but her skin near perfect white. But in the sun she would easily get sun burned.
Thinking for a moment as he picked up a stock of grass and twisting it in his fingers, said, "About's what? Ya must be do'ng powerfa thinken, ya face th's all red." He looked at her with his head resting on is shoulder in a puzzeled expression.
"Its nothing you'ld understand." She said as she looked away sheepishly from Calib.
"I be a migh smarts about's lota th'ngs", he said looking in wonderment at her trying to figure out why she was so flush. His dark black hands picked up another blade of grass and he stared at it intently.
Sarah thought for a moment wondering if she dared ask him any questions. Yet her curiosity was peeked and she had to know. She oped that Calib might be able to tell her something she wished to know. "Calib, have you," she started, then hesitated for a moment trying to pick the right words, "been with a girl?". "You know, been together without your cloths?".
For a moment he sat there. How to answer the question he thought. He wished to be more knowledgeble and look important to the master's daughter. "Sure been with de wench'es. Doeses it all de time," he lied. A mishievious grin looked back at her.
Sarah's right hand slipped up and grasped the front of her with cotten dress as if to close tighter the front opening. Her solf blue eyes grew and a shocked look shown on her face. "Really?" As she sat up straighter and asked, "How many times."
The reaction He got from Sarah only increased his pride. "Oh ya, doesn't but been alota wenches. Me los' count been t' many." His lie only increased is stature with Sarah.
Ever since she had seen Samuel with Lizzie, her imagination of what a man looked like naked facinated her. She wished to know what a man's "pole" really looked like. She even imagined what it would be like to touch one but thought that she would have to wait till she was married to find out. Now as she sat there her mind came up with an idea to ask to see Calib's.
"Would you show me your thing," she said pointing at his crotch. She could not believed she had just asked Calib to show his pole to her. But then he was but one of daddy's slaves, and it didn't matter. Still she felt guilty for asking.
Immediately Calib sat back closing his legs tight. An unknown terror swept through him, for she had called his bluff. His own modesty brought fear into his heart. True he reflected he had seen his father rutting with his mother in their one room shack and knew something. But his heart reaced and little beeds of sweet started to form. Quickly he thought of a way of escaping from his situation. But before he could think through his plan he said, "T'is not be fair, for'd me ta shows ya mine, whense I not sees you'rs".
Sarah's shock from Calib's refusal and asking to see her private place, redded her face even more then when she asked to see his. Yet she reasoned he was right that it wouldn't be fair. But as she thought about little butterflies seemed to fill her stomach and her heart raced with excitement. The very thought of being seen naked even to a nigger quickened her pulse. And her curiosity wouldn't leave her, she just had to know.
"Well alright, but you had better not tell a soul. You will have to go first." As she agreed to shown him hers, fear and excitement flooded her senses. A great tightens arose in her stomach. Her mouth became dry and her voice seemed but a distant echo.
Calib couldn't believe his ears. He had not expected this turn of events much less then with a white woman but even more so from his master's daughter.
Shaking he stood up on his knee, fubbling with the cord that held up his pants. He had to focus all his efforts into undoing the knot. But finnally the knot gave way.
Sarah couldn't believe her eyes. Slowly as she watch Calib lowering his pants she could see the shaft of his cock. As his pants hit came down around his knees. His cock hung there half errect, a little spot of precum was at his tip cock.


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