Growing up on a plantation

Before you decide if you want to read this story I want to tell you that it is degrading to blacks and women and the “N” word and other terms that few use now are used often, as it would have been at the time this story happened. It is just fiction and intended to be fun and interesting porn. If you will be upset by what you will read in it, please do not read it.

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My name is Toby and I grew up on a large cotton plantation in the south of Alabama in the 1840’s. We owned over 100 nigger slaves. They were all given American names after Father bought them. More than three quarters of them were bucks. In our family there was my father (we always called him Father), my mother and my sister, Beth who was almost two years older than me, and there was me. Ours was one of the largest plantations in the area so my father was an important man and our family was highly respected by the other plantation owners and town people. Father treated the slaves better than those owned by some of my friends families but if one got out of line he did not hesitate to chain him (or her) to a tree and give him a good whipping or to lock him in the box for a couple of days.

We lived in a large house positioned at the top of a small hill that was the highest point on our land. It was surrounded by large cottonwood trees that helped keep it cool on the hot humid summer days. We had hundreds of acres of field crops, many animals and a large pond with fish. There were four large buildings where the slaves lived as well as several barns and other outbuildings. They were kept separated by the sexes and not allowed to live together. There was a time in the evenings after the day’s work was finished that they were allowed to get together. They spent a lot of time around the evening fires singing and appearing to have a good time. Four of the oldest slaves were house slaves. One male and three females worked keeping the house clean and feeding us. Other younger females did come to the house to work with the house servants. From when she was about three, Beth usually had a slave girl around her age as a playmate and to help dress her and straighten her room. Our schooling was done at home by tutors as the plantations were so far apart that having a central school was not practical.

Before I was even old enough to know what sex was about, it was not uncommon for me to see my father with one of the young nigger girls in the house with her legs in the air and my father with his pants down around his ankles as he pushed his thing in and out of the hole between her legs or to see her on her knees in front of him with it in her mouth. Often father would have guests over to enjoy liquor, tobacco and slave girls with him. Several times I saw my mother standing back near the doorway watching, but she never said anything about it. One time Father had three guests over from other plantations and they were in the library with one very young looking 16 year old nigger slave girl. I remember that she was small with almost no tits. They were all naked and she was on her hands and knees with them around her. One was putting it to her from the back while Father was in front getting sucked. The other two were watching and waiting their turns. One night Father, and two other men, was standing around watching two girls on the floor, on top of each other, facing opposite directions with their heads between each others legs as the licked at each others crotches. After several minutes they got up and the men took their pleasure with them.

One thing I always enjoyed doing was watching the female slaves shower. They showered outdoors in the open, using a bucket raised up over a tree limb. I would stand there only a few feet from them and watch as they showered. Almost none of them paid any attention to the Massa’s young white son watching them as they cleaned their bodies after a hard day’s work. I found it fascinating that some of them were tall, some short. Some of them were fat and some skinny. Their skin color ran all the way from one that could pass for white except for her facial features thru several shades of brown to almost coal black. After age ten or so, they all had titties. Some were big and hung down and some were firm and stood out without sagging. They were usually the smaller and younger ones. I often stood there and watched them. A few of them would spend a lot of time washing between their legs as they watched me watch them.

Finally I reached the age where, as I watched the showers or my father and his friends with a girl in the library, I started getting erections.