The Forbidden Fruit

The following story was written as a continuation of a story I published on this website a month ago named: Young Slave Whore. An anonymous comment inspired me to write this story. If you haven’t read the first story, I would advise you to do so (it’s not essential though.) Either way, I must say: If you are easily offended by slight racial slurs or the topic of American Slavery, please leave now! Please leave honest feedback and ratings as well. Enjoy!

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Jimmy wiped away the sweat that had collected on his forehead. He gazed over the numerous acres of cotton fields. Over seventy men, women, and children slaves worked around him. Some were bent over at the waist picking cotton; others were dragging heavy bales of fresh picked cotton toward the large barn.

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Olivia. That was the name of James’ oldest daughter. Olivia had been sent away to boarding school at the age of fourteen and returned the summer of 1859 when she was seventeen. She was fully grown when she returned from up north and everyone noticed. Olivia was a little taller than 5’0″ and weighed somewhere around 115 lbs. She had long blonde locks of hair that bounced when she walked. Her eyes were a fascinating and unique color of blue and reminded her mother of the ocean.

She had beautiful thin lips, a button nose, and rosy cheeks. Her body had developed very much as well. She had medium-sized perky breasts and womanly hips. Her ass was tight and round with pale creamy thighs to match.

Olivia’s body wasn’t the only thing that changed while she was up north. While she was in New York, she discovered her wild sexual appetite. Sex was all around her. While she was at the all girls boarding school, she learned various techniques and facts pertaining to sex. Mindy, her best friend, introduced her to sex the first year she arrived. Every since then, Olivia couldn’t get enough of it.

She and her friends made it a regular activity to sneak away from their dormitory and meet young boys and men in the city. They would often find themselves getting intimate with them before the night was over. Olivia became very experienced during her three years there; she hated when she had to return to her father’s plantation in Georgia.

Before Olivia left New York, Mindy gave her one last lesson. Olivia hung on to every single word. Mindy told her about the forbidden fruit: negro men. She told her how good of lovers they were and how they had the biggest dicks you could ever find. Olivia was in awe. Mindy even told Olivia that negro men could fuck much longer and had more stamina than white men. Olivia’s mouth dropped while her friend relayed the information to her. She couldn’t wait until she got home. Her father owned over two-hundred slaves; she knew that the possibilities were endless.

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Olivia had been home for almost three weeks when she spotted Jimmy while looking out of her bedroom window. It was lust at first sight. Olivia couldn’t take her eyes off of him. There was something about the way he walked that amazed her. His strides were long and confident.

Olivia guessed that he was somewhere between fifteen and twenty. He was around 6’5″, very buff, he had flawless dark skin, amazing hazel eyes, hard abs, bulky muscular arms and legs, and a beautiful smile. His teeth were nothing short of perfect, which was very surprising considering the fact that he was a slave. Often, Olivia caught herself watching him work in the fields from her bedroom window. She noticed that many of the young women flocked to him.

One day while Olivia was reading beside her window, Jimmy walked by. The window was open and a slight breeze was coming through it. Jimmy strode down the long dirt path toward the big house. Olivia figured he was coming to talk to her father, Massa. The closer he got to the house, the hotter she became.

She fanned herself with a straw fan and stood in the window. A bead of sweat traveled from her forehead down the side of her face. She smiled at him when she figured he was close enough to see her. Olivia looked to see if anyone was near the house before she raised her hand and waved at him. She almost melted when he smiled wide and waved back.

“Beautiful day.” Olivia chimed while leaning out of her second-floor window.

“Sho is, Miss.” he said and continued to walk closer to the house.

Jimmy didn’t say anything else. He just looked at her and smiled. Soon, he was too close to the house and Olivia could no longer see him. She could hear the wood planks on the porch creaking beneath his feet. She sat back in her rocking chair and closed her eyes. All she could see was Jimmy’s face.

“My, my, my.” she said to herself.

Olivia licked her lips and continued to fan herself. A small amount of wetness was collecting in her cotton bloomers. She decided to go downstairs and get a glass of lemonade and find out what Jimmy was doing in the house. She crept down the rounded staircase and tried to listen to her father’s conversation with Jimmy in the living room.

“You’s be one of the best negras I got ‘round this here plantation.”

“Yes, sir.” Jimmy responded.

“I’s heard you got a baby on the way.” her father laughed.

“Yessa, Massa.”

“You’s not married.