June 7th, 1815 -- South Carolina - Harrison Plantation
Betty Harrison peaked through the drapes out the window as her father ripped the shirt off slave Jim's back and began to whip the large black man for looking at Betty the wrong way. It was Betty's fault, she couldn't help but admire how large he was, his rippling muscles, his height and strength were unmatched on the plantation. She had been watching him work, watching the sweat coated tattered and dirty shirt cling to his chest and back. She subconsciously bit her lip, wondering what he looked like naked and if what she heard about the black man was true. Do they really have enormous penises? This was what she was thinking when Jim caught her watching him. She had smiled, blushed and looked him up and down. Her father had seen the silent exchange and immediately told her to go inside and began to punish Jim.
The whip drew blood but Jim never let out a noise as her father finished the lashing. Betty admired the black shiny skin, the twitching muscles, ignoring the guilt she felt for getting him beat. Her father untied him, dragging him into the sweathouse and closed the door. He returned minutes later with Jim's clothes. Betty knew he was tied up inside naked. The twinge of desire fluttered from her sex and her hand went between her legs, buried in her skirt, pressing on her growing nub as she thought of naked Jim tied up. She knew he'd be in there for at least two days. This was her chance, hers and Rachel's.
Rachel Sanderson, Betty's best friend lived at the next plantation and was just getting back from a trip to France to visit relatives. Betty was excited to see her friend again, but was more exited to tell her about the opportunity that had presented itself in Jim. The two young woman discussed men, and both had a dangerous attraction to their father's slaves. It had become a preoccupation with them, discussing penis size and what they knew of men and sex. Neither were virgins, a fact that their father's didn't know and both were nineteen, prime age for marriage with several suitors visiting weekly to call upon the two blonde beauties.
Betty was short, petite with small round breasts, long blonde hair, blue eyes and white creamy skin. Rachel was taller, bigger boned with much larger breasts, shorter blonde hair, brown eyes and more olive skin but both were as white as it got in the 1800's. They were considered the two biggest prizes in all of South Carolina at the time. Gorgeous women every young or not so young man desired. Both of them lost their virginity at eighteen and within a week of one another. Since then they've discussed the white men they've had and enjoyed, sharing the size, girth and stamina of said gentlemen. Neither had seen a black man naked, but they both were curious and that curiosity had grown into a desire to not only see one but know one.
"We have our opportunity," Betty whispered to Rachel as they walked from the dock.
"Do tell, darling?" Rachel said, knowing exactly of what Betty referred.
"Slave Jim is naked and tied in the sweathouse. Father is staying in town today and tomorrow for business. It's perfect."
"I shall arrange my coming to visit you and beg my father to let me stay the night," Rachel said, giddy.
The two blondes took hands in excitement as they walked down the dock toward town. Every man's eyes were on them, white men's eyes that is. The slaves kept their heads to the ground, never looking at the pink and blue lacy dressed women with parasols. The two women ignored the tipped hats the gracious greetings. All they were interested was Jim and getting back to Harrison Plantation.
"I can't wait to tell you what I learned from my cousin in France. She called it fellatio. Have you ever heard of that?" Rachel asked.
"No... What is it?"
"It's were a woman uses her mouth to stimulate intercourse on a man. It's quite common in France and considered normal and very pleasurable."
"Did she show you how?" Betty asked.
"Yes, but not on a real penis so it was strange, but I think I could do it."
"You'll have to show me."
"I shall, and she also showed me a wonderful use of my large bosom. While using your mouth on the penis she told me to place the shaft between my breasts. I don't know if you could do it but she said I for sure could."
"I guess if I pushed mine together it might work a little," Betty said looking down at her pushed up cleavage from the corset she wore.
They were forced to end the conversation and keep silent about such things on the carriage ride home. They stopped first at Rachel's home, where she received permission to continue on to Betty's home and stay the night, just as planned.
When they arrived at the Harrison Plantation it was approaching evening and both young women retired to Betty's room to change out of their confining dresses in to night clothes. Once changed Betty caught Rachel looking out the window down at the sweathouse.
"Are you certain Slave Jim is still in there?" Rachel asked.
"Positive. Let's say good night to my mother and then we shall sneak out and have a look before it becomes too dark."
*****
Betty and Rachel crept along the house, staying in the shadows and avoiding the lighted windows. Darting around the large hickory tree, her father used to whip the slaves, they made it quickly behind the sweathouse and out of sight from the house. Both women were breathing hard from running and from excitement. Just inside the walls, they now hid behind, was what they sought, a large naked black man. Nothing stood in their way now. Trying to look through the small gaps in the wood planks proved unsuccessful. They could only see where Jim was, but not a good look at what they wanted to see. They were going to have to open the door and peak in. Betty remembered the hinges squeaked on the old sweathouse so both her and Rachel began to spit on each hinge until they hopped the noise would be small. It was, and the door swung a few inches without a sound, revealing Jim, tied to the far wall with ropes around his wrists and waste, lashed to a support. Both young women's mouth dropped. Jim hung forward against the ropes seemly unconscious and glistening with sweat. His muscled body shimmered in the new light from the door. But what had shocked them both was the enormous male member hanging between Jim's legs. It was gigantic, falling over his testicles and descending between his legs to mid-thigh.
Both young women gasped and the noise startled them to the point the shut the door quickly and ran around the side of the shack and fell together in the grass.
"It's enormous!"
"The rumor is true. I have never seen anything like that before."
"Me neither. Roger Burton's was pretty big but Slave Jim's got him doubled," Rachel whispered.
"Should we look again?" Betty asked.
"I think we should... he looked asleep. Maybe, if we're quite enough we could go in and shut the door."
Betty only nodded and they crept back to the door, opened it and quickly went it. Shutting the door behind them the shack got darker but the lights from the house and twilight gave them enough light to see and admire the mammoth shaft they so desired. Both stood frozen, gazing upon Jim and his body when suddenly he stirred and rocked against the ropes that held him. This movement caused his penis to sway back and forth a few times after he fell asleep once again. Both girls gasped again watching the long rod of flesh dangle limp between the muscled dark legs. Rachel moved forward, Betty grabbing her hand to hold her back. Rachel shrugged her off, turning slightly back toward her.
"He's asleep and tied up. What's going to happen?" she whispered, taking a few steps across the hard packed dirt with some straw scattered on the ground.
Betty crept after her, both girls getting a few steps closer to the large naked man. Shortly they stood only two steps away from him, taking in the giant. He was at least two feet taller than both of them and his penis looked as big as their arms from elbow to extended fingers. Slowly Rachel halved the distance and extended her hand toward Jim's penis. Betty's eyes bulged and she wanted to scream for her to stop, pulling on Rachel's nightdress. Again Rachel shook her off and turned to Betty.
"He's exhausted, probably half dead from the beating, tied up and harmless. I'm just going to touch it, that's all."
Betty shook her head adamantly, begging with her eyes to stop Rachel but she only moved toward the sleeping man again. She brushed the shaft, running her fingers down the middle a few inches and back up, feeling the warm flesh and familiar soft flaccid organ she's felt before. Except this one was so much bigger than anything she's seen or touched. The slight caress caused the large penis to move, slightly rising only to fall again limp when she jerked her hand away and looked up at Jim's face. He was still out cold so she reached for it again. Rachel could hear Betty freaking out behind her, making more noise than was prudent.
"Would you calm down. He's not going anywhere. I doubt he'll even awake. I just want to see it erect. Then we can go."
"Are you crazy! He'll wake up for sure if he gets hard."
"Not necessarily. Men get hard in their sleep all the time and never know it."
"Maybe but not from you touching them," Betty snipped back.
"If he wakes, we'll just run. It's not like he'll tell on us. That would mean another beating and maybe lynchin'."
Rachel ignored the pleas from Betty and turned back to the large flaccid cock before her. Reaching out her hand she took the shaft between her thumb and fingers trying to wrap her hand around it but found it so wide she never touched finger to thumb. Gently she pulled downward, moving the loose skin further over his hidden head before pulling it back until the smooth slightly pinker glands poked through the foreskin. This movement had an immediate reaction. She felt life suddenly enter his penis. She felt the shudder of excitement rush through her own sex as the mammoth specimen began to grow and move against her hand.
Glancing up she kept a lookout for Jim waking and gave his penis a few more gentle strokes before removing her hand and watching in utter amazement as it bounced its way to erect. Half way through she added more stimulation to further the blood flow. Betty had stopped moving, awed as well by what she was witnessing.
*****
Jim had heard the young ladies outside the shack spitting on the hinges. He decide to act asleep and see what they intended to do. He assumed they wanted to look upon him and be gone. He wasn't oblivious to the looks Miss Betty gave him out in the field as he worked how she bit her lips and stared at him. She was just a young thing, curiosity is all it was and for some strange reason he wasn't that upset with her for getting him lashed and tied to the sweathouse.
He kept his eyes closed as he heard them open the door and run away, thinking that was all they would do until they came back. He thought stirring would scare them away but the new girl, a Miss Rachel he remembered was quite adventurous, more so than he thought possible for a little white girl. When he heard them talking about getting him hard he cracked his eyes to look down on them. Miss Rachel had forgotten to do up her nightdress buttons and Jim had a great view down the front of her dress. Her plentiful bosom firm and young heaved against the thin material. Both these white girls were stunning to old Jim, young, firm and their pretty blonde hair and tight bodies made his loins ache.
He could scarcely contain himself and act asleep when the warm hand of Rachel began to caress his penis. Never had a white woman touched him in anyway let alone stroke his large member. He thought his heart pounding in his chest would give him away for sure as his massive cock grew and grew under the careful scrutiny and gaze of the girls.
*****
