Before the War

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Copyright 2002 by Don Byron.

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It all happened just about five years before the Civil War started. I was more than likely one of the few black men to be sad to see it start. Most of them didn't have the freedom that I had earned though, and I understood that for what it was. Even if I tried to tell them, I doubt that they could have understood what my life was like and why I didn't want it to end.

My father was brought over from Africa. He ended up a slave on my master's plantation. Things were hard on them at first. But he was one of the only ones to persevere. He was one of the few if not the only ones to adapt to the point that he could live on. He died at the extremely old age of sixty-one. He had only one child, that being me. My momma died at 40 and even that was something at that time.

What he did laid out the groundwork for what would become the ease of my existence. He worked hard. He never, ever complained. It didn't take long for him to rise above the other men to become the most trusted of all the slaves. In the years that followed, Master Taylors grew to rely on him more and more. As I was growing up, my father let me know that if I wanted to, I could "take his place" on the plantation as there was no one else who could come close in our masters eyes to the trust he had in my father.

The other slaves were jealous for a good while. But as time went on, that faded as it became apparent that my father was a truly fit man. He was not out to out do anyone. He did not want to do anything but do the best he could in any given situation. I paid attention to him, and the things that he believed in.

By the time he was ready to move on, I was in his place. At this time, the rules and the living conditions had changed a fair bit from before, most of all for myself as well as my brother. Earl was just a worker, but he had a good head on his shoulders, took a wife and raised a family. He knew that I was the next in line for the Head Foreman's job. He did not mind it; actually he was a bit relieved that I was going into that role. He was always there when I needed him, but was happy to stay out of the limelight when it was time for decisions. Earl would tell me, "Seth, if you be needin' me, you call. If you need someone to talk to about things, you call. When you do, I'll be there for you. But otherwise, I'll hang back and trust you."

Now Earl got married when he was just around seventeen. I never got around to that. I worked a lot and I knew that I had a lot to get up with. I had good luck with the girls though. Especially the girls that worked in the house. I didn't really appreciate it at the time but I was special. They told me so, but I didn't pay them no mind.

Master Taylors had two children. A boy who died not too long after he was born, and a daughter who stayed healthy. His wife died after giving birth to the boy. It was a sad thing to see cause they loved each other a lot. She had a lot to do with out living conditions improving as the years went by. After a while, he remarried. She was the daughter of another plantation owner. We were not supposed to know, but we heard that the only reason he did it was because they did a lot of business together, and she was not of the proper moral construct of the era. She had been around and no one wanted to do the right thing by her.

At this time, Master Taylor was around forty-five, and Anna was twenty-two. Things were interesting around the plantation for a while. There was an adjustment period for all concerned. He never really learned to love her. He would always love his wife. But he learned to deal with her and the manner in which she would affect the rhythm of the business. She also brought an element of abandon of which he was unaccustomed. But we all thought that deep in his heart, he was glad for the diversion.

All this was good for the Master in the long run, but it had a strong effect on Becka. Her name was Rebecca, but everyone had called her "Becka" since she was little. The name just stuck. She didn't like Anna much at all. Her whole demeanor changed from the point at which her father told her of what was going to happen. It wasn't much at first, but by the time that she was fifteen, she was getting a hold of a serious wild streak. No one knew about it except for me. I knew everything that went on at the plantation. Anything that went on, I knew, whether I saw it or not. I could just feel it. I could feel the way the rhythms would move and change with people, theirs and mine.

Becka was a piece of work. By the time she was eighteen, she was growing out so fast that none of us could believe it. She was growing out fast. Up some, but mostly out in strategic places. She was only four feet eleven in her socks, but everything else womanly was coming on in a big way. I knew my poppa would never have approved of what I thought when I looked at her, but a man could not help but wonder what it would be like to break her in. But I knew that even if I had the chance, it would likely not work. She is so tiny, while I'm a good six foot five. That in itself is not a problem really except for the fact that I didn't think I could ever even get in cause the Good Lord blessed me with a Johnson that had not been able to make it the whole way up into a woman. On a good day it was near eleven inches long, black as the rest of me if not blacker, and nearly twice as thick as an ace handle. But I could dream. At the time I had no idea that all of this could change in an instant.

Master Taylor had a brother that lived some distance away. He would come out and visit once in a while. They had grown closer since they had both become widowed not too far apart from one another. His brother had a son by his late wife that he always brought along. He was nineteen, a year older than Becka, but as opposed to her, he did not even look his age. He was only about five foot five and very slim and boyish in appearance. Whenever they visited, he and Becka would always take off together for lengthy periods of time.

They came around in the middle of summer on this occasion. It had been a while since they had been down. I watched from nearby when they arrived and Becka ran up and hugged Uncle and cousin. Mr. Taylor could hardly keep her in clothes any more cause of her growth. She had a very conservative white dress on, but it was already so tight that the conservative aspect went right the hell out of it. Her breasts heaved and moved about whenever she would move and the dress did not stand a chance of restraining her ass. Her breasts were now near the size of grapefruits and her ass was the perfect compliment to them.

I went on about my business as I am used to doing while they caught up with each other's lives. Right after I had left, right on cue, Becka and John took out for the rest of the plantation. I was out doing what I usually did on Fridays, that being moving around where I didn't usually get to go during the week. I was messing around down by the river. I was gradually walking along the banks when I heard voices. I had an immediate suspicion of who it likely was. And going by the direction of the sounds, I knew exactly where they were.

I was surprised that Becka knew how to go around the brambles to this particular clearing, but as I slowly moved up, there was no mistaking who it was. The only thing was that I had never seen her like this. She and John had all their clothes off, and were using a blanket to lie on. Where that came from, I had no idea. I immediately was aroused by the sight before me. John was on his stomach between her legs. He was licking away at her cunt with a proper amount of relish. He would pull his head away for short periods of time where upon he would fixedly gaze upon his handy work. Every time he did a fair amount of her wetness and his saliva would string out from his chin and her privates in a manner most certifiably lewd.

I took this opportunity to admire the form of which I had often fantasized. Her shoulder length red hair was already matting back with perspiration, and her skin was even whiter than I could have even imagined. The weight of her breasts caused them to hang slightly to each side of her ribcage, yet their natural contour was not lost. Her pubic hair was already coming in. It was not quite up to the standard of maturity. I could still see through it, but it was definitely there.

I was torn from this visual treat when John stopped his ministrations and brought himself up on his knees, bringing himself to bear at the gate of Becka. I was taken aback by the lack of presence in his manhood. He was mostly hard, but it was only about four inches long at best. The next verbal exchange answered several questions for me.

"It's been a long time, John. Please try to hold off for just a little while this time, can you?" He replied "I'll try, Becka, I'll try."

At which point he brought her legs up over his slim white shoulders and started working at inserting himself. They had obviously been at this before as he quickly gained full access to her pussy. Her only reaction was to lightly grunt. Her face flushed up a few degrees more than it already had been. I thought this was the most singularly sexy sight I had ever beheld. For all of my liberty that I had enjoyed, I had yet to ever have the pleasure of a white woman, much less a girl.

I knew at that moment what I was going to do. I also knew that for all of the freedom and trust I had become so used to, that if I were found out, I would not live for much longer. Nonetheless, I had more than one head thinking for me at the time, so thus, the decision was set.

I was only about fifteen feet from them when I started to come closer. I made some noise but they did not hear a bit of it as John was in the throes of losing control. He reared up and his face turned bright crimson. It was obvious that he was blowing his come up her sweet cunt. The first thought I had upon that event was that they did not seem at all concerned about the potential aftermath of such liberties. But that was a blessing in itself in that if she became pregnant on this day, it would be a fifty fifty chance whether it came out black or white.

John's prick slurped out of Becka just as I came out into the small clearing on the shore. They both looked up at the same time, as did the color run out of their faces. I took in the site before me with hands on hips as they both began to stammer. I spoke up loudly, telling them to be quiet as I had a lot of thinking to do.

John started first by saying, "Uh, Seth, it is not what it, er, um, it's not exactly…" I shushed him up out of instinct, cause he knew that I had seen everything. The next voice I heard was Becka's saying, "Seth, I hope there is some way we can work this out." I looked at her and immediately saw where her eyes were resting. I could not hope to hide the effect the scene had had on my cock. At that point John started to argue that we could not even consider letting our fathers know what was going on. It was also at that point that I saw that his eyes were glued to the same spot as his cousins.