Ravenwood Diaries Ch. 01



TODAY

Donna Greene would admit to anyone she wasn't happy about the move. She was 
a New Yorker, born and bred, and moving to the middle of Alabama was the 
last thing she wanted to do. She was a city girl living in the country. Her 
husband, Tom, a chemical engineer for a large textile company, received a 
big promotion and that took them to the southland.

Donna was trying to make the best of what she considered a bad thing and 
settled into their new house, trying to make it habitable for the two of 
them. They had bought an old, old house on several acres. The house had been 
"modernized" at some point in the past but still needed a lot of work to get 
it up to her expectations. The grounds had long been neglected.

The first three weeks she unpacked their belongings and supervised a crew of 
remodeling experts. The house was from the antebellum period and needed a 
lot of work. By the end of the first month she had managed to get things 
almost like she wanted them. She could see that restoring the old house to 
her satisfaction was going to take a lot of time.

***

"What's all that junk?" Tom asked Donna. He was looking at a pile of raggedy 
books and papers.

"I'm not sure, but it seems to be a collection of diaries or journals of 
some sort. A lot of it is ruined by water and mice. I found it in that old 
building out back. They call it the smoke house, whatever that is."

"What do you intend to do with them?"

"I don't know," she answered. "Maybe I'll get around to reading some of 
them. This stuff nearly a hundred and fifty years old. It seems a shame to 
get rid of them, don't you think?" He looked at her doubtfully for a moment 
then laughed.

"Whatever your heart desires. Me, I'm out of here to play golf. By the way 
the pool contractors will start today and I've arranged for the landscapers 
to come after the pool is finished. I'll see you later."

Donna made a pot of coffee and sit down to rest and while she did looked at 
one of the books. She spent the rest of the afternoon completely absorbed in 
reading. When Tom got home later he found her still reading from the old 
books.

"I don't know her name," Donna stated.

"Who's name?"

"The woman who wrote these diaries. I can't find anything that says her 
name. Listen to this." She flipped through the pages and read, "May 11, 
1862- Jason and I were married this date. I am so happy even though the war 
rages all around us. May 23, 1882- Jason received his commission and left 
this morning to join his company under General Pemberton. June 14, 1863- I 
received the terrible news that my beloved husband was killed in a battle at 
Vicksburg. I wish I had died with him, but I must carry on her at Ravenwood. 
April 22, 1865- This has been a devastating spring for our beloved 
Confederate Army. We received word that General Forrest was defeated by 
General Wilson and his gang of Yankees at Selma. We received the terrible 
news that General Lee Surrendered on April 9th. Ravenwood is in shambles. 
Most of the servants left last year and we were only able to get a partial 
crop planted. This seems to be a place of young widows now. There are six of 
us within only a few miles.' Tom, I can't find her name anywhere."

"Why is it important?"

"I don't know," Donna said. "It just is for some reason. She used to live 
here in this house. This place was called Ravenwood."

"Yes, that's what the real estate agent said. I'm sure the local historical 
society could help if you really wanted to find out," Tom said. "How about 
an early dinner, I'm wiped out and early bed sounds good to me."

"Dinner is in the oven. I'm going to read a while. Go ahead and I'll be up 
later."

The next two weeks were busy for Donna but she found time to visit the 
historical society and discovered who the owners had been. Jason Treadwell 
and his new wife Polly Ann Treadwell. Jason, as she already knew was killed 
at Vicksburg. According to the records Ravenwood continued as a operating 
cotton farm until nineteen twelve. Then it had been sold to settle the 
estate of Polly Ann Treadwell. For some reason it made Donna feel better 
knowing that the author of the diaries had managed to survive that long, but 
she was still compelled to read the diaries.

***

YESTERDAY

Polly Anne Treadwell stood on the front porch and watched the long line of 
horse soldiers ride down the road in front of Ravenwood. They were followed 
by marching soldiers. To her it seemed that there was no end of them. They 
just kept coming. These days seeing the blue coats traveling back and forth 
across a vanquished land was not unusual

Mentally she checked her list. Everything of possible value had been buried 
or hidden. There was precious little left for the Yankees to steal. She 
hoped and prayed that they wouldn't discover the milk cow and the few pigs 
they had hidden in the deep woods.

Polly was surprised when a group of men turned down the lane toward her 
house. It looked like twenty or so infantry lead by one officer on 
horseback. She waited until the officer reined in his horse.

"Good morning ma'am. I'm Major Adam Blain," he said giving her a casual 
salute. "My men and I will bivouac here if you don't mind."

"And if I did mind, you would anyway, I suppose," she snapped. She looked 
over his shoulder at the group of soldiers. They were all negroes wearing 
bits and pieces of Union uniforms. Most were barefooted. She wondered why a 
major was leading only such a small group.

"I'm afraid so," he said smiling at her. "We will only be here a few days 
and I hope you won't be overly inconvenience." He raised up in the stirrups 
and looked around. "Sergeant, take the men over there by that stream and set 
up camp." He turned back to Polly Ann. "My supply wagons will be along 
shortly. I realize that you may be in short supply of food, but I have 
foodstuff for my men and some salt pork for you and your family. If you have 
someone to prepare our dinner, I'll be happy to join you." She hesitated, 
but the offer of his supplies was too much temptation.

"Certainly, Major," she said. "Send the food to the back door and my cook 
will receive it. Supper at seven?"

***

"That was a fine supper," Major Blain said pushing his chair back from the 
table. "My thanks to you, Ma'am." He poured both of them a drink from the 
bottle he brought.

"Most welcome, Major. Thank you for the food." She had been lucky that the 
crop had matured enough so that she could dig a few new potatoes and not 
disturb the plants. She sent her cook, Doris, to gather some poke salad and 
the early garden produced enough green plants for a salad. Together with the 
cornmeal and salt pork he had delivered, it was a nice repast. Better than 
she had had in a long while.

"Are you alone here?" he inquired.

"No, my husband will be home shortly. I expect him any time now. I..."

"Please Mrs. Treadwell," the officer interrupted her lie. "Forgive me, but I 
know your husband was killed during the battle at Vicksburg. I was asking 
about your help. How many labors do you have?"

"Oh, I have five families, share-cropping," her face was red being caught in 
the lie.

"Colored people?"

"Yes, they are all freed slaves. Why do you ask?"

"Finding out which farms can produce crops is part of my responsibilities. 
How long ago was your husband killed?"

"June of sixty-three," she answered. "Why is that important?"

"It's not important for any reason other than I was trying to assess how 
long it had been since you had a man to warm your bed."

"How dare you, sir!" she said jumping to her feet. "That is insulting. 
Please leave my house at once."

"Be quiet and sit down," he said calmly. "You have to learn one thing. You 
rebels are at the mercy of the Army of the United States of America. You 
live here only because we allow you to. If I say so, you will be taken from 
this place to live or starve on your own. You lost the war, Mrs. Treadwell, 
so you have no right to be insulted. Sit down I said!" She slowly sat back 
down. "Drink your whiskey," he continued calmly. "Have you been chaste, 
Polly?"

"Of course I have! What do you take me for?"

"I take you for a young, beautiful woman," he answered with a smile. "One 
who is going to be very nice to me if she wants to keep her farm." Polly was 
shocked into silence. "Do you get my meaning, Polly Ann Treadwell?"

"This plantation has been in my husband's family for generations," she 
finally managed to utter. "By what right do you threaten to take it away?"

"The right of the victor, my dear lady," Adam Blain said. "Your husband was 
an officer in the rebel army and as such, forfeits all right to claim on 
this land." He paused and took a sip of his whiskey. "However, as I said, 
all is not lost. The men from the Office of Reconstruction will be along any 
day and my word will have a lot of influence with them."

FYI {Reconstruction was that period between eighteen sixty-five and eighteen 
seventy-seven. The so called period of readjustment following the Civil War. 
At the end of the Civil War, the defeated South was a ruined land. The 
physical destruction wrought by the invading Union forces was enormous, and 
the old social and economic order founded on slavery had collapsed 
completely, with nothing to replace it. The eleven Confederate states 
somehow had to be restored to their positions in the Union and provided with 
loyal governments, and the role of the emancipated slaves in Southern 
society had to be defined. Reconstruction was also a golden opportunity for 
who the southern called carpetbaggers to gorge themselves on the spoils of 
war.

Carpetbaggers came like locus and took everything, land and farms included, 
for themselves. It wasn't unusual for carpetbaggers to be in collaboration 
with the Office of Reconstruction. The further away from Washington they 
were, the worse the reconstruction people became.}

Polly Treadwell was aware of the absolute power these people had over her. 
For nearly a year after the war ended she was in constant dread of when they 
would come to Ravenwood.

What Major Blain didn't not tell the woman was because she was producing 
crops with black share-croppers she would have exempt from forfeiting her 
land. The reconstruction people would not have dared to take her farm. Even 
the northern newspapers were taking a dim view of their high-handed 
seizures.

"Now Polly," the major said. "What's it going to be? Be nice to me and keep 
your land or loose it?"

"I shall do whatever I have to do to keep my husband's land," she answered 
coldly.

"A wise choice," the officer said. "Stand and take off your clothes, please. 
Let me feast my eyes on the body you are offering me."

"Here? In the dining room? I can't..." her voice stopped when she saw the 
hard look he gave her. She rose and slowly, face red with acute 
embarrassment, took off her threadbare dress and under clothing. When she 
was naked before his steady gaze she gave him a direct look. She made a 
resolution that this Yankee soldier would not beat her into total 
submission. She turned around when he motioned for her to do so. No man had 
looked on her naked body in over three years. Her embarrassment was mixed 
with a kind of eagerness. It had been so long.

When Jason had taken her virginity on their wedding night he called sexual 
intercourse 'fucking'. It was a new and naughty word for her. He always 
referred to sex as that, and she relished the word as she had the act 
itself.

"Come over here," Blain said, his voice husky. The woman had proved to have 
a delicious body under her rags. "Pull my boots off and help me undress."

Polly did as she was ordered. She moved without hesitation, because she told 
herself that she was under duress. She reminded herself that she had no 
choice in the matter. Polly removed his heavy boots and pulled his 
suspenders down. He shoved his pants down as she unbuttoned his shirt. Soon 
he was as naked as she was. At his order she led him to the bedroom where 
she submitted to him. Reluctant at first, but quickly warming to the 
situation. Major Blain took her twice before falling into a deep slumber.

Polly lay awake for a while. First just basking in the afterglow of the long 
denied sex and then thinking about how she would control this man to 
Ravenwood's advantage. When she awoke she was a little disappointed that he 
was gone. She rose, made her toilet and went down the stairs. She was 
surprised that there was a package of real coffee on the table. There had 
been no real coffee at Ravenwood for many years.

While the day was still cool she worked in the vegetable garden. As she 
chopped the weeds she noticed two colored soldiers leading the milk cow to 
their encampment. She mutter a few un-lady like curses. That meant they had 
found the hogs also.

She was shocked when a black soldier brought the cow and put it in the 
stable behind the house. A short while later several men drove the hogs in 
and put them in a pen. None of the men said a word to her, but she could 
feel them glancing at her.

When it became too hot to work in the garden, she went to the spring and 
washed the sweat from her body. She crushed some mint leaves and rubbed them 
on her. Thus clean and smelling like mint she went to prepare the noon meal. 
Sitting on the back stoop was a large sack of corn meal and another of 
flour. The only house servant and cook, Doris, helped her take the heavy 
sacks into the house. It would be a welcome relief from the course graham 
flour they had been using.

Doris announced that she was going to throw together some cornbread and some 
biscuits.

Feeding the farm workers the noon meal was part of her agreement with them. 
Between Doris and Polly they had a much better than average meal ready at 
the noon hour. After being freed, Doris had stayed when most of the others 
had left. Even at her young age she was Polly's strong right arm.

Of course Polly didn't take her meal with the workers and while she was 
eating in the dining room Major Blain joined her. He declined her offer to 
eat.

"You don't have to hide your animals from us, Polly," he said taking a seat 
beside her. "In fact, I managed to find a couple of mules that are no longer 
suitable for military use. After they rest some, I'm sure your plowmen will 
be able to put them to good use. Now maybe you can see why it is better to 
cooperate with me."

"I think I do see, Major," Polly said. "Thank you for being gentle with me 
last night." She blushed and lowered her head. "It had been a long while for 
me."

"You are most welcome," he said grinning at her. "May I say you have a 
wonderful pussy. I enjoyed fucking you. You are a natural slut." She flashed 
red at the word. "Now don't go getting' on your high horses," Blain said. 
"All I meant was, you seemed to like fucking as much as I do." She had 
enjoyed it, but she wasn't about to admit it. She changed the subject.

"How long will you and your men be here?"

"Until someone gives me my marching orders. I have my company scattered out 
over several farms. The rest of the supply wagons came this morning so I'll 
have some more meat for you later. The reconstruction men will be here 
tomorrow sometime. Hurry and finish, Polly. I got a craving for some more of 
your delightful pussy."

"In broad daylight?" she asked surprised. "Surely you don't..."

"Of course. Fucking is just as good in the daylight as in the dark. Maybe 
even better. Shoot, fucking is good anytime."

Polly, intrigued with the idea of daylight sex, left her meal half eaten and 
they hurried up to her bed.

The major wasn't as gentle that time, but it didn't matter to her. She loved 
being taken in the rough manner. She was so far behind with sex, she wanted 
to catch up before he left. Major Blain was on top of her thrusting away 
when they heard the voice from outside the door.

"Major? 'Cuse me, sir. Are you in there?"

"Yeah, come on in Sergeant," he called back. He didn't withdraw his cock 
from her or cover them. He continued to slowly pump in and out of Polly.

"Beggin' your pardon, sir," the black man said coming to the side of the bed 
and looking down at the naked white woman who was partially hidden by 
Blain's large body.. "Did you want some of the side meat hung in their smoke 
house?"

"Yes, a couple big pieces, Sergeant," Blain said rolling over on his back 
leaving Polly completely exposed to the colored man's lustful eyes. She 
grabbed for the blanket, but Blain stopped her. "Let my sergeant look at 
you, Polly," he said sharply. "He saved my life and I own him plenty." She 
was red all over her body. Some from the excitement of the sex the were 
having, but most because she was exposed to the eyes of the black man. "You 
ever see anything so nice, Sergeant Zeke? Look at that sloppy wet white 
pussy."

"No sir, I ain't. Not in all my born days. That there is some nice white 
pussy all right. No doubt about it."

"I'll bet you'd like to ram that big black cock you're packing in that 
little white hole, wouldn't you? Shuck your clothes and have yourself some 
of this mighty nice pussy." As he spoke he put two fingers in Polly and 
wiggled them, sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. She was sure he 
didn't really mean to give her to the nigger. She closed her eyes and 
enjoyed the sensation of his fingers. It wasn't until she felt the bed move 
and opened her eyes to see a naked black man between her legs that she 
realized that Will had been serious.

"No! Never!" she exclaimed "This can't be! I won't permit it!"

"Hush now Polly," Adam Blain said grabbing her arms and pushing her back on 
the bed

Polly tired to resist but she was in no position to do much, being naked and 
spread open as she was. The big sergeant held her ankles and Adam held her 
arms. She continued struggling without results. Her screams were ignored by 
both men. Suddenly the colored man's cock was in her. It went deeper and 
filled her more than the other two men she had known. Zeke had little 
difficulty entering her tight passage because of her natural lubricant that 
Adam had brought forth. Zeke signed loudly as her hot slick pussy engulfed 
his hard black cock like a glove covered hand. He was kind enough to 
hesitate a moment and give the small woman's pussy time to adjust to his 
cock before he started thrusting in and out of her.

Despite her resolve not to enjoy it, it didn't take long before she gave in 
to the fantastic sensation of being fucked. She simply closed her tear 
filled eyes and pretended he was a white man, and let the orgasms roll over 
her. She told herself this was just another situation she had no control 
over.

"Feel good, Zeke?" Adam asked. "She's damned near as tight as a virgin, 
ain't she?"

"Feels mighty good, Major. Am I her first nigger cock?"

"I suspect you are," Adam said. "Is his the first black cock you've had in 
your white cunt, Polly?" When she didn't answer him, he pinched a nipple 
hard enough to get her attention. "How do you like Zeke's big cock, Polly?" 
Polly moaned as another climax rolled over her. "She ain't sayin' Zeke, but 
from how she's acting I'd say she thinks pretty highly of it."

"I hate you," Polly said breathlessly. "I hate both of you."

"But you like being fucked don't you girl?" Zeke said still hammering into 
her. "Say it girl!" he ordered. "Say you like being fucked by my cock!"

"Yes, you black bastard!" she screamed loudly. "I like it. Are you happy 
now?"

"Will be in just a few minutes when I fill your cunt up with my juice," Zeke 
said. "Here it comes!" Polly screamed again this time in pure animal passion 
as she felt his sperm gush into her.


When the big man got off of her, she didn't hardly have time to catch her 
breath before Adam was on top of her. She spent the rest of the afternoon in 
bed with the two men. By mid afternoon she stopped pretending that Zeke was 
white and just took pleasure in the sex. Seeing his black rod in her white 
pussy was an evil taboo, but she was honest enough with herself to admit she 
liked it. It was late when duty called them away. Doris came to help her 
clean up from the fucking she received.

"How did you like a nigger's thing?" Doris asked splashing cold water on her 
mistress's body.

"It was fine," Polly answered and looked hard at her servant. "If you tell 
anyone about this, I'll...I'll... do something bad to you."

"Who I'm goina tell? Ain't nobody goin' believe me anyway. I go tellin' that 
you let a nigger rut in you and they be thinkin' I was crazy. That boy 
looked like he was a biggun. Was he?"

"Bigger than the major," Polly answered. "Oh, God above, I'm so ashamed of 
myself!"

"You hush now," Doris snapped. "I know why you doin' this. You gotta do what 
needs doin' and don't be worrying 'bout it none." Doris laughed. "I peeked 
in and you looked like you was likin' it. Dat ol' boys big ol' thing was 
'bout to split your little white puss. You was way overdue, girl. Way 
overdue."

"It appears that I'm catching up rather fast," Polly said. "Come on let's 
fix supper. Major Blain will be back for it."

"Shoot, that won't be what he's comin' for," Doris said laughing. "What'ch 
goina do if he brings all them colored boys?"

"Call you," Polly quipped.

***

"Oh God!" Polly moaned loudly as the colored sergeant thrust in and out of 
her. Zeke positioned her on her knees and was taking her from behind with 
his powerful plunge. She could feel his sperm filled balls bouncing against 
her.

"She's damned good isn't she Zeke. Damned whore loves a hard cock," Adam 
Blain said from the side of the bed.

"Yes Major, she sure do." The sergeant said. "Can't seemed to get enough of 
it. Gonna be a real shame to go off and leave her, ain't it?"

"Yeah, but we'll be leaving her in good hands. Brother Will, will be here 
tomorrow."

"That your brother you been tellin' me 'bout?"

"Yes, and he's real interested in Miss Polly Ann. We've exchanged 
dispatches. Ol' Will spent some time in Europe and I expect he'll have some 
tricks to teach our young whore." Adam Blain leaned down to talk in Polly's 
ear. "You're going to like Will, my dear. He has a big ol' cock that's 
always hard. It ain't black like Zeke's but I'm thinking you'll like it just 
fine. "

"Major, you think I could poke her in the ass 'fore we leave?" Zeke asked. 
"Kinda like to try that."

"No Zeke, I think you're a bit too big for her first time. Will tells me 
that takes some doing and you have to be gentle 'till a woman gets used to 
it. Maybe by the time we come back this way, she'll be all broke in for you. 
You can poke that black snake in her white ass then."

Polly heard them talking about her but their words made no sense to her. 
Surely no man would want to put his thing in that hole. Adam Bain had told 
her that his company would be marching out and that his brother would arrive 
to take his place in her house and her bed. She found she was both dismayed 
and relived that Adam and his colored sergeant would be leaving. She was 
aware that she was growing fond of having two men servicing her, but she 
also knew that people would talk and that worried her. They were leaving but 
she had them for the night and she intended to make the best of it.

Polly found she like it best when she was on top of the big black man. She 
could control the depth he went into her and she could also control the 
tempo. She also liked looking down between her legs and see his giant black 
cock in her white pussy. She liked the contrast of the two colors.

***

The next morning she was surprised that she shed tears as they marched down 
the lane. She had grown used to a lot of sex in just a few days. Adam had 
brought his brother and introduced them earlier that morning. Will Bain was 
a larger version of Adam. Older by several years and larger by many pounds 
and several inches of height. Will stood beside her as she watched the 
soldiers disappear out of sight.

"Ol' Adam kinda grows on you, don't he?" Will said putting his arm around 
her shoulders. "I suspect he'll be back in a few months. They're going to 
disband his company, I hear. Now don't you worry none, little lady. You are 
in good hands." His hand slipped down to cup her breast. "Me and you will 
get alone just fine." He pinched her nipple through her dress causing her to 
shiver. "Yeah, just fine, Polly. You're goina be my whore now and I ain't 
like Adam."

Polly soon found out what he meant about not being like his brother. The 
first thing she noticed was that Will had a larger cock then his brother. It 
wasn't as large as Zeke's but almost. She also discovered that Will was not 
as gentle as Adam. He made demands on her that she never dreamed any man 
would do.

"You need to learn how to suck my cock," Will said. That was the first 
afternoon, before the dust of the departing soldiers had hardly settled. The 
act was repugnant to her and she refused to take his member in her mouth. A 
couple hefty slaps changed her mind fast enough. It didn't make any 
difference that she gagged and threw up, Will insisted. After a couple days 
Polly was able to suck the big man and make him come. For a while she 
refused to swallow, but finally Will held her nose and made her. More vomit, 
but she soon learned to control her reflex. By the end of the first week 
Polly Treadwell was an accomplished cock sucker. She discovered that she 
actually liked to suck cock. She enjoyed the feeling of power and control it 
gave her over Will.

Will Bain set up his office at Ravenwood. His people came and went all 
during the day and even into the night. Will's second in command was a young 
scholarly looking man named Tim Greeley. Tim was a pleasant man and mostly 
remained in the office that was converted from the library at Ravenwood.

At first Polly was embarrassed to be around Tim. She knew that he was aware 
that his boss and she were having an affair. Only a blind and deaf person 
could not have known. Will would often hug and kiss her in front of anyone 
who happened to be near. Tim actually seemed to be more embarrassed than 
Polly when Will would make these public displays of affection.

Another man Will seemed to take delight in showing Polly off to, was a north 
Alabama redneck named Al Benson. Polly wasn't sure what Benson's function 
was, but he seemed to work closely with the Office of Reconstruction 
officials. Polly didn't care for the way Al Benson stared at her.

"Sir, I must protest," Polly said coming into the makeshift office.

"Protest what, Polly?" Will asked glancing up at her. He was with Tim 
Greeley.

"The intimate touching you do to me in front of that creature, Al Benson," 
Polly said. The Office of Reconstruction had been in her home for three 
weeks.

"Why does that bother you?" he asked.

"Apparently he has considered that as liberty to touch me himself. He just 
pinched my bottom."

"Don't have time to fool with that shit," Will said dismissively. "Come give 
me a big ol' kiss." She did as he said, aware that Tim was watching as he 
ran his hand down into her bodice and openly fondled her. It didn't surprise 
her because he had done it several times before. This day was a bit 
different. Instead of just fondling her inside the dress, he pushed her 
dress down and brought her breasts out into plain view. "Now sweet Polly 
give ol' Tim some sugar." He turned her around and shoved her toward the 
young man, her breasts still exposed.

While she was embarrassed to be so exposed, she was also excited and went to 
Tim who surprised her by taking her into his arms and kissed her deeply. Tim 
fondled her breast as he kissed her. In a few moments Polly was wet between 
her legs. Tim Greeley was an excellent kisser and nowhere as shy as she had 
thought.

"Okay, that's enough to that for now," Will said, lightly smacking her on 
her ass and sending her on her way. "We'll take that up later." Polly left, 
tucking her breasts back into her dress and wondering what he meant by 
"taking it up later".

The mules that Adam Blain had liberated from the Army came in useful. The 
cotton crop was up and five plowmen were busy turning the soil between the 
rows. It hadn't came as any big surprise that the two 'worn out' mules had 
turned into six mules and they were not worn out at all. All six were young 
and strong. She needed another sharecropper to man the sixth mule. Will 
found her man for her.

"This is Blue," Will said. "He's young and strong as you can see. Make you a 
good hand and he ain't got no family to feed."

Blue was indeed young, big, and apparently strong. In the days before the 
Emancipation Proclamation she would have had Blue stripped and closely 
scrutinize, but that was in the past. Polly wasn't comfortable with the way 
Blue looked at her. He looked right into her eye and she considered that 
rude and unseemly. He should lower his eyes when speaking to a white woman.

"I think I would prefer a family man, Will," she said. "I think..."

"Don't much matter what you think Polly," Will said as a matter of fact. 
"Blue's your new man. You need a strong nigger working for you. I have my 
eye out for a couple more big husky lads." It wasn't the first time Will 
Blain had superseded her wishes in farm matters.

***

"Mighty good meal Miz Polly," Tim said. Will had invited Tim and the 
red-neck, Al Benson, to dine with them.

"Thank you Tim," she said flushing slightly remembering the deep kiss and 
his touching her breasts. It was the first time Will had invited guests to 
dine. "I can hardly take credit. Doris did most of the cooking."

"Fine woman you got there," Al Benson said, watching Doris scurry out of the 
dining room to the kitchen. "Wouldn't mind some of that myself. What do you 
think, Will?"

"Sure, why not? I know you think the blacker the berry the sweeter the 
juice. Lot of people like their meat dark. Ain't that right Polly?" Will 
answered, glancing at Polly to see how she was taking the conversation. He 
laughed when she blushed. He had mentioned several times that Adam had told 
him about Zeke. "Ain't nothing wrong with that."

When Doris returned with the apple cobbler she had made, Will grabbed her 
arm and pulled the young black woman down onto his lap.

"You getting a regular fuckin' girl?" he asked her.

"Not so's you could tell it, Mister Will," Doris answered casting a nervous 
eye toward Polly.

"Ol' Al here's got a hankering for some dark pussy. Reckon you could help 
him out in that regard?" She shyly ducked her head. "Good. Let's leave our 
desert for a while and watch Al get his sweet stuff." They all went to 
Polly's bedroom. Doris was handed over to Al and Will took a reluctant 
Polly. "Don't worry Polly," Will told her. "You'll get some dickin' too."

"Shuck them rags, girl," Al said to Doris when they got to the bedroom. 
"let's see what you got hiding underneath."

Eyes down cast, Doris quickly dispensed with her dress and the one 
petticoat. Soon she was mother naked.

"Who would have thought that nigger gal had all that hiding under them 
clothes," Al said his voice becoming husky with lust. Polly was surprised at 
the woman's natural beauty. Doris' breast were full and her nipples sticking 
out against her dark areolas. Her pussy was nearly bare. She modestly put 
one hand down to cover the pubic area. "No, don't hid your cunt, girl," Al 
said. "Lay down on the bed and spread your legs. Let's see that brown and 
pink pussy."

Will came to stand behind Polly and he put his arms around her. Doris did as 
she was ordered and lay back and timidly opened herself up for the gaze of 
the others. They all could see that she was wet.

"By God, Al I think you done got a tiger by the tail," Will said. He untied 
the lace at the top of Polly's dress and scooped her breasts out and held 
both of her breasts firmly. Polly was aware that her breathing had quicken 
as did her heart beat.

Al quickly kicked off his boots and removed his pants. He was stroking his 
cock as he advanced on the waiting girl. Al jumped on the prone woman and 
rammed his cock in the waiting orifice without any pretense of gentleness. 
He took Doris like the animal he was.

While the white man rutted in the black girl, Will unfastened Polly's dress 
and stripped her. Polly wanted to close her eyes to the wanton display on 
the bed, but she couldn't. It became obvious that Doris was giving as good 
as she got, and both participants were grunting and urging the other one on.

Polly glanced at Tim and saw that he was alternating his eyes between the 
couple on the bed and her being felt and fondled by Will.

"I figure ol' Al is about to shoot his wad," Will said. "You want to be 
next, Tim?"

"I'll wait, if it's all the same to you, Will," Tim said his voice also 
husky. "You still want me to open Polly, don't you?"

"Sure do," Will answered. "There he goes!" he added as Al empted his balls 
in Doris who squealed loudly and joined him in his climax . "Polly, tonight 
you are in for a treat, honey. Tim is going to fuck your ass for you."

"What? What do you mean?" Polly stammered. "Why?"

"Cause that's the way it is," he said "Tim get ready. I got the grease." 
Will handed the young man a small jar of some substance. Then he put Polly 
onto the bed that Al and Doris just vacated. "On your knees, Polly." He 
pushed her down and fucked her with his fingers while Tim got undressed.

"This is good stuff," Will said liberally scooping the grease out of the jar 
Tim held out. "They used to call it rod wax. Man by the name of Cheesebrough 
figured out it was good for a lot of things. He calls it Vaseline Petroleum 
Jelly. Supposed to heal, but it will make ol' needle-dick go in easier, 
too."

Using his finger Will put a liberal amount of the wonder jelly around and 
inside Polly's rear hole. While Will lubricated her rectum Polly looked 
around and saw that Tim was naked. She almost laughed at the size of his 
dick until she realized that while it was thin, it was very long. When she 
considered where it would soon be she was thankful that it wasn't very 
thick. A few moments later she was extremely grateful that it was no larger 
then it was.*

*FYI {In 1859 when oil was first found in Pennsylvania, Robert Augustus 
Cheesebrough was a 22 year old chemist in Brooklyn who had become an expert 
at extracting kerosene from cannel oil. He realized that petroleum products 
would be the fuel source of the future so he headed to Pennsylvania to get 
in on the action.

He noticed that a colorless film called "rod wax" collected around the pump 
rods on the oil wells, gumming up the works until it was removed. He also 
observed oil workers who would slap the stuff on a cut, instead of a 
bandage. Not only did it stay on the skin and stop the bleeding, but it 
seemed to help cure the wound.

Cheesebrough returned to Brooklyn with some rod-wax and spent months 
creating a clean form of rod-wax which he called "petroleum jelly". He began 
making so much of this stuff that every beaker in his laboratory was full, 
so he threw out his wife's flowers and filled the vases with his creation. 
After awhile, he added the popular medical term "line" to the word "vase" 
and he called the product "Vaseline Petroleum Jelly." As another matter of 
interest, Vaseline is also good to put on the bedroom doorknob to keep the 
kids out.}

It took both Will and Al to hold Polly in place while Tim threaded his cock 
into her ass. She bucked and screamed for several minutes before she decided 
that it didn't actually hurt. She just felt full without the exciting sexual 
sensation. It wasn't until Tim reached around and used his fingers on her 
nub. She was a bit surprised that she had an orgasm while the man fucked her 
ass, but she did. A nice one at that.

When Tim shot off in her, Will took a turn at her pussy, while she was still 
on her knees. She was shocked when he removed his hard cock from her pussy 
and shoved it into her butt. That caused some more yelling until the pain 
subsided. When Will finished, Al Benson took a turn. But by that time her 
rectum was so stretched she hardly felt the red-neck's cock in her.

When it came her turn to be ass fucked, Doris submitted without any 
complaint. For the rest of the night, the three men took turns with the 
women's two holes.

Polly was beyond any resistance until Will ordered her to suck Al Benson's 
cock. A hard smack to the side of her head helped remove the disgust she 
felt for the man.

"You will fuck and suck anybody I tell you to," Will snarled. "You got that 
missy? Now suck his cock and don't let a drop escape. Swallow every drop."

Doris watched in wide-eyed amazement as her mistress sucked the white man's 
cock. Being a fast learner she too was soon ready to suck a cock. Will let 
her practice on him and pronounced her an superb and natural cocksucker.

PART TWO

TODAY

Donna Greene was total absorbed in the diaries of Polly Treadwell. She 
wasn't even sure at what point she decided to rewrite the diaries into 
manuscript form. She just knew that the events that took place on Ravenwood 
had to be preserved.

Getting her computer set up became a matter of urgency for her. The 
refurbishing of the house took second place to her quest. She was only 
barely aware that the swimming pool had been installed and that the 
landscapers had arrived to finish the job.

She had made herself take a break and walked out onto the newly poured 
patio. That was when she saw the crew of black men busily reshaping the 
yard.

"Good afternoon Ma'am," one of the workers said. "I'm Rolo. You must be Miz 
Greene."

"Hello, Mister Rolo," she said as he took her small hand into his massive 
paw. It was hard and rough with calluses.

"Just Rolo," he said smiling at her. "Not much formality in the landscaping 
business. We are going to start on the fence tomorrow. Are the flags in the 
right place?"

"It's fine Rolo," she said. "Well I better get back to my project. Have a 
nice day."

YESTERDAY

The office of Reconstruction had been at Ravenwood almost a month. Polly 
wasn't overly surprised when Will brought the big colored man, Blue, into 
the sexual games. He told her he would but he let the suspense build. Will 
Blain, it turned out, had a flair for the theatrics.

"Blue," Will said. "I have this young white woman here. I thought you might 
be interested in her." The three of them were standing in the barn lot in 
full view of some of the other negros farm workers.

"I guess it all depends, Mister Will," the big man said giving Polly a close 
scrutiny. He was quite willing to play the game Will Blain was playing. 
"What's she good for?"

"Hell man, she's got some real good tricks. You ever had your goober 
gobbled? This slut can suck a man's dick and swallow his stuff like nothin 
you ever dreamed about."

"I don't know about that," the big man said. "I mostly just fuck 'em."

"Then you're in luck. This bitch has the tightest pussy in the whole State 
of Alabama. But," Will said pausing dramatically, "if her cunt ain't tight 
enough for you, she let you poke her ass. Won't you Polly?" Polly stood with 
her head down and her whole body blushing fiercely. She had begged Will not 
to do this in public. She was more than willing to couple with the big black 
man, but she wanted to do so in private.

"Don't do this Will," she pleaded softly. "Not like this, please."

"Hush now girl," Will said. "You just be thinking about Blue's big ol' horse 
cock plowing in your cunt. You be thinking how you're going to be moaning in 
pure pleasure as he slams into your pretty little pussy." He turned back to 
the big negro. "What do you think, Blue? You interested in borrowing her a 
while?"

"I ain't buyin' no pig in the poke, Mister Will," Blue said. Polly had 
raised her eyes enough to see a big bulge in Blue's pants. "I gotta see what 
she's got."

"I understand," Will said. "Polly, show the man your titties." The other 
workers realize what was happening and they quickly disappeared from sight. 
There was no way they wanted to be a witness to what was happening. Negros 
had been lynched just for looking at a white woman. When the stunned woman 
didn't move fast enough Will jerked her dress down exposing her milky white 
breasts to Blue. Her hands flew to cover the breasts and Will lifted her 
dress to expose her naked pussy. "What do you think about this?" he asked 
Blue.

"Got a hairy pussy, don't she?" Blue commented. "Well, sir, I reckon I could 
use her for a while. Might be some fun."

"Good," Will said laughing. "Let's go up to the big house and you can fuck 
her in comfort. Ain't no hurry, so you can take your time. Let's go Polly."

Holding the scraps of her torn dress to cover her breasts, Polly hurried to 
catch up to them. She knew that there were unseen eyes watching and taking 
delight in her degradation and humiliation.

In her bedroom she was stripped naked and was humiliated and abused by Blue 
and Will for over two hours. While hating the feeling of being shamed, she 
enjoyed the big man's cock. Blue was a man among men. He took her forcefully 
and violently the first time and every time. While Blue fucked her from 
behind she sucked Will to completion. Later when Will was fucking her ass, 
she sucked Blue until he was nearly ready to empty his balls. He stopped her 
before he shot off and fucked her pussy again.

While they all three rested Will called for Doris to come up and clean them. 
While Doris was there, Will fucked her and then gave her to Blue to enjoy.

For the rest of the summer, Doris and Polly entertained all four men anytime 
they demanded. Blue was a frequent visitor to Polly's bed, but he didn't 
limit his activities to there. He fucked Polly in the barn, in the granary, 
the smoke house, and the springhouse. Both he and Polly liked the 
springhouse because it was much cooler there. They would have done it there 
more often except that Blue saw a snake once, and that did it for him. He 
wouldn't go near it again.

Except when they were visited by the "bloody curse" neither Doris or Polly 
wore any underwear. Usually just a light house dress or more often then not 
nothing. That wasn't a burden in the summer's heat to either of them.

Polly didn't like Al Benson, but submitted with as much grace as she could 
muster when he wanted her. She wasn't at all unhappy when Will would send 
him off on his mysterious errands.

Things slowed down when the cotton was "laid by" or in other words, too big 
to plow or have the weeds chopped by goose-neck hoes. Men, women and 
children, as well as the mules took a well deserved rest during that time. 
Unless something bad happened they would have a huge crop of cotton.

While the farm had little hard cash, Will always seemed to have plenty of 
money. Once he took Polly and Doris into the small town nearly ten miles 
away and bought both of them new dresses, shoes, hats and other finery. 
Polly was well aware of the hard looks the townspeople gave her. Unless Will 
was right beside her they wouldn't even speak to her. She had joined the 
ranks of the Yankees as far as they were concerned. Reconstruction officials 
were not well liked, but no one dared to show any open hostility.

One day a delivery man brought several boxes of things Will had ordered. 
Polly was both scandalized and delighted at the things that had arrived from 
Paris France. She was both excited and embarrassed to model the things for 
the men. Mostly it was under garments that left little to the imagination. 
Bosom support that not only supported but emphasized her breasts. Tiny 
underpants that could easily be shoved aside to reach her pussy. Doris 
wasn't left out. She also got sexy clothing to model. ***

One morning in late summer, Polly was surprised when Glory Anna Mathews 
arrived at her door. Glory Anna was also a widow because of the war and 
lived several miles south of Ravenwood.

"My goodness, Polly Ann," Glory Anna said gushing. "You look wonderful. I 
noticed that your cotton is doing very well. A big crop it appears. And look 
at you! I heard rumors that you were looking magnificent and they were 
true." Glory Anna Mathews was two years older than Polly. She married Clive 
Matthews a year before Polly married Jason Treadwell. The Matthews 
plantation was called Greenfield and was much larger that Ravenwood. A fact 
that always seemed to please Glory Anna to no end and she never failed to 
bring it up.

"Come on in out of the heat," Polly said. "I'll get us something cool to 
drink. What on earth brings you out on a hot day like today?"

"It has been far too long since I spoke with you, Polly," the woman said. 
They had made their way to the back porch away from the sun. "Greenfield is 
a mess these days. The Reconstruction people took most of my land away and 
plan to give it to a bunch of niggers. I only have a small place these days. 
How much of Ravenwood have they taken?"

"None," Polly said. "I have six sharecroppers working on Ravenwood, so they 
have left me alone so far."

"I would have taken sharecroppers," Glory Anna said. "I wasn't given the 
opportunity."

"I already has some when the Reconstruction people came. That may have made 
the difference."

"I suppose that having them headquartered here didn't hurt either," Glory 
Anna said sarcastically. "Are you friendly with them?"

"What do you mean?" Polly asked coolly.

"Do you talk with them? Get along with them? I would like to talk with the 
man in charge and see if I can get my land back. Why dear Polly Ann, 
whatever did you think I meant? Surely the gossip I hear isn't true is it?"

"I get along with Mister Blain who is the man in charge of this area, and I 
have no idea what gossip you may have heard."

"I've heard that your Mister Blain bought you some expensive dresses. If 
true, that might indicate that some of the other stories going around are 
also true."

"Excuse me while I make us some lemonade," Polly said leaving Glory Anna 
sitting alone on the porch. Polly knew that the gossip had been flying wild 
and she had dreaded the day she would have to face it. It appeared that the 
day was at hand. As Will Blain was wont to say, "fuck it," she said aloud. 
'I have my farm intact and that's all that matters.' she thought.

"And what would the other stories be?" Polly asked, sitting the pitcher of 
lemonade down between them.

"You know I'm not one to pay attention to gossip and rumors," Glory Anna 
said staring at the glass with ice in it. "Where on earth did you find ice 
this time of year? We've been out for months."

"I don't know where it came from," Polly said. "Major Adam Blain had it 
brought in. He liked ice with his whiskey." She knew that Adam had taken it 
from some plantation who had managed to store ice from the previous winter. 
They hadn't had the manpower to gather and store ice at Ravenwood. Now the 
thick walled icehouse had tons of ice in it. "You were going to tell me 
about the gossip you paid no attention to."

"I'm sure there is nothing to it," Glory Anna said rolling the icy glass 
across her face. "Apparently there is some talk that you traded carnal 
favors to keep Ravenwood from being seized." Polly didn't respond for 
several moments. She considered the predicament. Maybe it was time to get 
some of the story out into the open.

"Glory Anna, I have always considered you a good friend. We both grew up 
knowing that without land we were no better then the red-necks and poor 
white trash. When I got the devastating news that my poor Jason had been 
killed, I resolved and swore in his memory to do whatever I had to do to 
keep Ravenwood. That is exactly what I've done and will continue to do."

"So the rumors are true?" Glory Anna asked. Polly searched her face to see 
if there was any form of censure there. She didn't see a single trace.

"Again, I don't know what exactly you have heard, but I do let Mister Blain 
in my bed. I suppose that's what you've heard, isn't it?"

"That, and I've heard you have entertained more than one man," Glory Anna 
said, still in a mater of fact tone of voice.

"Also true," Polly said. "I will do whatever it takes to survive, Glory 
Anna."

"Good for you, Polly," Glory Anna said. "Will you introduce me to Mister 
Blain? I have only met that slug, Mister Benson, and he makes my skin 
crawl."

"Of course I will introduce you, Glory Anna," Polly said. "He should be back 
this afternoon. I agree that Al Benson can be hard to take." She told Glory 
Anna Matthews about the first Blain to come to Ravenwood and the events that 
followed. Glory Anna was so enthralled with the story she forgot the 
lemonade in her hand.

"You don't mean it!" she said. "You let a nigger copulate with you?"

"It wasn't so much that I let him," Polly said. "I wasn't able to stop him 
at first. Later I didn't particularly wish to. I have my own standing stud 
right here." She told Glory Anna about Blue. Glory Anna was silent a for 
several moments.

"I have often thought I would bring one of the slaves in and let him have 
his way with me," she said, her face bright red. "That first year after 
Clive went off to fight, I nearly died I was so lonely. Just about the time 
I thought I would bring in one of the hands, they were freed. I was scared 
that the freedom would loosen their lips and someone would find out about 
it." she looked seriously at Polly. "Is it good? I mean with your nigger?"

"Yes, it's very good," Polly admitted. "Mister Lincoln may have freed the 
slaves, but that damned war freed me. I have a lot of sex these days."

"Is Mister Blain that powerful? Can he do whatever he wants with you?"

"Oh, Will is very powerful, but he has help. He lends me to his assistant 
Tim and to Al Benson from time to time. Blue more recently. I often have two 
or three men at the same time. Now you know my shameful secret, Glory Anna."

"Polly Ann Treadwell, I think you are the most selfish woman in the whole 
State of Alabama. There I am suffering at Greenfield and you are being 
diddled by three white men and a darkie. I demand you share with your 
friend."

"But what will the people in the community say about you?" Polly teased. "Do 
you want the unsavory reputation I have?"

"I couldn't give a fig for what they say," Glory Anna said bluntly. "It 
hasn't hurt you any has it?"

"No, but I'm the subject of vicious gossip and I'm shunned in town. Do you 
want that?"

"I want my property left alone by the Yankees and I'll do whatever it takes 
to have it so." She gave a sharp bitter laugh. "Besides there aren't a 
handful of eligible men within fifty miles of here. Poor Jesse Black came 
back from the fighting, but he's useless as a man. The rest of them are as 
old as God. I'm lonely, Polly. I would love to have a man hold me if only 
for a few moments. I am sick to death of having to use candles and bottles."

"Well, you don't dare toy with Will Blain. He's not a man to be played with. 
If you even hint that you are willing, the next thing you would know, you 
would be on your back with your feet pointed upward. I found him to be 
unusually demanding and unusual tastes."

"What do you mean by 'demanding and unusual tastes'?"

Polly told Glory Anna about how Will insisted she perform oral sex on him 
and the others and about anal sex. Glory Anna's eyes were wide open and her 
mouth dropped open at the telling.

"Surely you jest! You mean they don't do it the regular way?" she stammered.

"Oh certainly. Most of the time they do it regular," Polly said enjoying the 
shock she had caused. "I use my mouth sometimes to get one or the other of 
them erect again. Sometimes while one is poking me."

"I think you are lieing to me!" Glory Anna snapped. "You just want to scare 
me away from your men."

"I swear on the grave of my poor husband I'm telling the truth, Glory Anna." 
Polly said. "I have no problem sharing any of them with you. I'll also tell 
you this. I truly love everything they do to me and what I do for them. I've 
become a real terrible woman. There nothing I won't do."

"I kissed the tip of Clive's peter one time," Glory Anna confided. "It 
scared the poor man nearly to death. Oh, the ice is melted."

"I'll get us some more. I suppose you will be staying for a while?"

"Oh yes, if you don't mind. I'm here until I see Mister Will Blain." ***

"Mister Blain may I present Mrs. Glory Anna Matthews. She owns what's left 
of Greenfield," Polly said.

Will Blain looked up from his books and looked at Glory Anna. Late twenties, 
he judged. A little bit heavy but certainly not fat. He could see she had 
big titties from the bulges above her bodice.

"I'm sorry I haven't been to see you Mrs. Matthews. It been a hectic few 
months. It is a pleasure to finally meet you." He rose and took her out 
stretched hand and kissed it. "Please have a seat and tell me what prompted 
this pleasurable visit."

"You are taking my farm land away from me," Glory Anna said bluntly. "What 
can I do to stop that?"

"I'm sorry, Madam," Will said. "What exactly do you mean?"

"Your Mister Benton came and served some papers on me. There was twenty two 
hundred acres at Greenfield. Now there is only four hundred. I would like to 
be put in the same category as Polly."

"Mrs. Matthews," Will said glancing at Polly who nodded ever so slightly. 
"Are you sure of that? Do you know exactly what category Mrs. Treadwell is 
in?"

"Yes, she told me," Glory Anna said. "Mister Blain there is nothing I 
wouldn't do to save Greenfield. And I mean nothing, sir."

"I see," he said slowly looking at Polly. "What do you think Polly?"

"Glory Anna and I have always been close friends. I wish you would help her 
save Greenfield if it's not too late."

"Oh, it's never too late," Will said looking back at a white faced Glory 
Anna. "Well Mrs. Matthews I may be able to help you. May I call you Glory 
Anna?"

"Please do," Glory Anna answered.

"Well, Glory Anna. Have you ever sucked a man's cock?" Even thought she had 
expected the subject of sex to come up, his crude question shocked her.

"No I haven't, sir," she answered. "I'm willing to learn the French way. I'm 
sure there are many things I have never done, but I am willing to learn 
them. When I said there was nothing I wouldn't do to save my place, I was 
serious."

"I see," Will said. "Let's test that resolve, shall we? Polly would you send 
someone to fetch Blue, please."

"Blue?" Polly asked, surprised.

"Yes. Tell him to stand under the rain barrel and get clean before he 
comes." He turned back to Glory Anna as Polly went out of the office. "Blue 
is a rather large black man. He's also rather mean and aggressive with an 
unusually large cock. I'm going to bring him in to fuck you. Are you still 
interested in saving your land, Glory Anna?" Glory Anna Matthews had been 
pale, but no longer. She was nearly scarlet red. It took her a few moments 
to form her words.

"I think you'll find my resolve strong, Mister Blain," she said in a soft, 
but clear voice. "However I would like some assurances."

"Glory Anna, you will find that I am a man of my word. You agree to place 
yourself in my hands for as long as I am here in this area, and you will 
have your land back. I guarantee it."

Then sir, ask of me what you may," Glory Anna said in a stronger voice. "I 
would like to have the negros removed from my farm as soon as possible."

"Certainly, but you surely understand that unless you have a large amount of 
hard money at your disposal to hire laborers, the only way you'll be able to 
farm your land is to share crop. I can make sure the blacks know it is your 
land, but frankly, my dear, you need them. Apparently Polly recognized the 
necessity sometime ago and took steps to have workers on her farm. Ah, Polly 
is back."

"Blue is on his way, Will," Polly said.

"Very good," he replied. He carefully closed his ledger and capped the 
inkwell. "Let us go upstairs and await Glory Anna's paramour, if I may used 
that word. Come along Tim," he called his assistant. "You'll want to witness 
this."

By the time the big black man arrived, Glory Anna Matthews was naked and 
being played with by Will and Tim. She was hot and excited as she lay 
spread-eagled on the bed. She hadn't counted on Polly being present, but she 
found it didn't bother her very much.

"Blue get your black ass over here and see if there's anything you find to 
your liking," Will said. The big man walked to the bedside and looked down 
at Glory Anna.

"This here looks pretty good to me," Blue said. "She mine?"

"Yep. Have at her. Me and Tim got her heated up for you." Will laughed. "Not 
that it took much. Glory Anna has been without a man for a long while." Will 
Blain shifted into his controlling mode. "Polly get over here and give ol' 
Blue a tongue lashing. You can suck his cock up good and hard for Glory Anna 
to enjoy. You watch Polly real close, Glory Anna. You goina be sucking all 
kinds of cock pretty soon."

Obediently Polly went to the big black man and went to her knees before him. 
When Blue lowered his pants his manhood sprang out causing Polly to lean 
back to keep from being hit in the face by his huge cock. The men laughed at 
her.

"My God!" Will exclaimed. "Would you look at the size of that turkey neck, 
Glory Anna! That damned thing has to be ten inches long and mighty thick, 
too. You ready to get fucked by it?" Glory Anna had raised her head and 
watched with rapt attention as her friend licked, stroked, and sucked the 
giant penis. Glory Anna could feel the heat rising from her crotch. She was 
having difficultly breathing.

Polly could barely get her small hand around the massive cock as she gently 
stroked and licked it to full erectness. She was once again amazed by the 
size of Blue's hard black cock. For a few minutes the only sound in the room 
was the heavy breathing from everybody and the occasional moan from Glory 
Anna. Tim was sucking and biting on one massive breast and playing with her 
pussy as he did.

"You 'bout ready to stick that black cock in Glory Anna's white cunt, Blue?" 
Will asked. Blue glanced at him and nodded. He really wouldn't have minded 
some more of Polly's mouth, but the other white woman's cunt looked good 
too. "Turn that thing loose, Polly and let Blue get to it."

Polly hadn't wanted to turn the big black man's hard cock loose. For a 
moment when Blue left her to go to Glory Anna, Polly felt a deep pang of 
jealousy toward Glory Anna. She wanted that big ebony cock for herself.

Polly stood and watched Blue get on the bed. Tim slid off out of the way. 
Blue walked on his knees to a position between the white woman's spread 
legs. He pointed his big cock at her hot wet target and grinned.

"You want some of this big ol' dick?" Blue asked. Glory Anna shook her head 
but quickly changed it to a nod when Blue teased her pussy with the tip of 
it. Blue grasped the woman's ankles and lifted and spread them further 
apart. "Put my black dick in your whore's white cunt," Blue said.

All the watchers could see Glory Anna's white hand take Blue's black cock, 
positioning it at the moist opening of her cuntal passage. Blue leaned 
forward and stuck two inches of his weapon in her. Glory Anna grunted then 
moaned. Bluer eased his knees forward and shoved another couple inches in 
her.

"Easy boy!" Glory Anna said urgently.

"Boy? There ain't nothin; boy about me you white slut," Blue snarled and 
shoved the rest of his black cock into the white woman. Glory Anna shrieked 
loudly and tried to push him away without any results. Blue started 
thrusting in and out of the woman and she continued to scream for a while. 
Polly took a step forward to help the pinned and helpless woman, but Will 
held her back.

"She's been fucking black folks all her life," Will said. "It's her time to 
get fucked. Just stand and watch that nigger fuck her. She'll change her 
tune soon enough."

After nearly ten minutes of hard fucking, Blue ejaculated his sperm into the 
thrashing, but nearly silent woman. The only sounds Glory Anna were now 
making were mewing sounds. When Blue came, he slowed down, but didn't stop 
fucking her. After a few minutes of slow stroking, he started fucking her 
long and deep again.

Glory Anna's mewing rose to a soft chant. She was saying "oh my" over and 
over until she climaxed again and still the big black brute didn't stop or 
even slow down much.

"Are you all right, Glory Anna?" Polly asked. Glory Anna's small feet were 
beating a rhythm on blues lower back as he plunged in and out of her. "Glory 
Anna, can you hear me?" Polly was becoming concerned for her friend.

"So full," Glory Anna's weak voice came from under the man. "I'm so full. Oh 
God!" They could see her legs and arms shudder as another orgasm hit her.

"Will, make him give her a rest," Polly said. "He's killing her."

"Naw, he ain't killin' her, but if he gets off her he's going to want to 
fuck you," Will answered. "You better be ready for it."

"Yes, I am always ready for it" Polly said hurriedly taking her dress off. 
"Blue give her a rest," she said slapping the black mans muscular back. 
"Give me some of that beautiful cock." Blue looked up at her, his eyes 
glazed over with passion. It seemed for a moment that he either didn't hear 
her or was going to ignore her.

"Give it to me, Blue," Polly said laying beside Glory Anna, spreading her 
legs. "I want it." Blue pulled his long heavy cock out of Glory Anna and 
shifted over onto Polly. He shoved the entire length into her wet pussy and 
started fucking her hard. "Oh my God!" Polly said. "Fuck me you black 
bastard," she yelled.

Will sent Tim to get Doris and some cool water. When Doris arrived, they got 
a near comatose Glory Anna up and washed her. Will gave her a glass with 
some whiskey and she coughed and sputtered when she had drank it. Doris was 
kneeling trying to wipe the come from the woman's dripping pussy.

"That ol' boy done 'bout filled you up Miz Glory Anna," Doris said not quite 
hiding a satisfied grin. "Got you all red and puffy, too. Looks like it's 
been a while since a man been in there."

After Doris got Glory Anna cleaned they helped her to a chair beside the bed 
while Blue was still fucking Polly hard. Sperm gushed around his black pole 
as he piston in and out of her.

"I had all that in me?" Glory Anna asked disbelievingly watching the massive 
black rod going in and out of Polly.

"Yeah, every bit of it," Will said. "How you feel 'bout niggers now?" Glory 
Anna didn't answer, but mentally added another thing to her list that they 
were good for. She still felt light headed but she was getting hot again 
just watching Blue fuck Polly.

Blue screwed Polly for another fifteen minutes and stopped while Doris threw 
some cool water on him. When her was cooled down he got back on the bed to 
find that Glory Anna had replaced Polly. He grunted and started fucking 
again. One white woman was like another to him. They were just a place to 
spill his seed.

It was getting dark when Will called a halt to the action. Blue was still 
willing to keep going but both women were worn out. Will and Tim used Doris 
to satisfy their needs. They left Glory Anna and Polly laying side by side 
and went to eat supper. Neither of the women stirred until morning.

Glory Anna Matthews stayed at Ravenwood for two more days and nights, having 
her pussy pounded. All the men including Blue and another black man enjoyed 
her considerable charms. Before she left Ravenwood, Glory Anna had become a 
woman who liked a cock in all of her holes. Al Benson escorted her back to 
Greenfield. Polly thought it was significant that Al didn't come back for 
another three days and later he seemed to be gone more often than not. ***

"My goodness, Glory Anna," Polly said when she saw her old friends next. 
"You look...well I don't know how to say it except you look radiant." Polly 
had traveled the distance from Ravenwood to Greenfield to see Glory Anna.

"I'm happy to see you, Polly," Glory Anna said, hugging Polly. "It's been 
weeks."

"How are you doing?" Polly asked her. "Did Will do what he said he would 
do?"

"He did indeed. Greenfield is back together and it is all mine. I have the 
papers to prove it. I have some darkies living here and they will share crop 
next year. It was too late to get a crop in for this season, but your Will 
loaned me enough to carry through. How long can you stay with me?"

"Just for the night, Glory Anna. I have so much to do these days, I can't be 
gone very long. I hadn't heard from you and I was worried. When I asked Al 
or Will, they would just grin and say you were fine. Are you really all 
right?"

"I'm fine and I'm mostly happy," Glory Anna said. "Al has proved to be a 
real jewel. He organized the helpers for me and Will arranged to feed 
everybody until we can get a crop in. I'm safe for the time being."

"I gather that's not all Al, the slug, has been doing." They had made their 
way into Glory Anna's drawing room.

Glory Anna blushed, "No that isn't all. He's not a slug any longer. Al 
has...well let me just say he is seeing to my needs in other ways."

"Then you aren't lonely anymore?" Polly teased.

"Hardly," Glory Anna said with a laugh. "Al has seen to it that I'm never 
lonely. Even when he's not here," she added in a lower voice. "I have James, 
Rolo, and George here with me now."

"And who are they?"

"They work on Greenfield," Glory Anna said a slight blush coloring her face. 
"You should get a look at Rolo. He's a giant, not that the other two are 
small."

"So it's true?" Polly said. "I overheard Al telling Will that you were 
keeping company with three black men. Tell me about it."

"Well, when Al brought me back from Ravenwood he told me that if I would 
make myself available, he would supply the men to help me. Of course I knew 
exactly what he was talking about. I wasn't sure it was a good plan, but I 
needed help to run the farm. Al Benson is a crude man, but he does speak 
plainly. That first night he brought James and George to my bed. I told him 
in no uncertain terms that I wasn't about to let that sort of thing happen 
at Greenfield. Not that it did one bit of good. They took me anyway. While 
Al watched and pleasured his own self. the two niggers took me over and over 
again. There wasn't any satisfying them. They just kept doing it to me."

"What was the problem?" Polly asked. "You had been with Blue a lot of times 
at Ravenwood."

"That was different," Glory Anna said. "I know it's silly, but when I was 
being pleasured at Ravenwood, I played like it was somebody else and not me. 
Here in my home it was different. It was surely me. James and George stayed 
here in the house with me for the next several days. One of them was always 
with me. Then Al brought Rolo here. That was quite an experience, I tell 
you."

"How so?"

Rolo is built like no other man I have ever seen or heard about. His thing 
is as long as my forearm and bigger around. I thought he would rip me apart 
with it. Al had to get James and George to hold me while Rolo coupled with 
me the first time. Same for the second time, but after that, he didn't need 
any help. I didn't enjoy the first couple of times he did me, but now I'm 
accustomed to him. The man is a bull."

"Al just watches?"

"Not all the time," Glory Anna said. "He does me some, but he does seem to 
like the darkies screwing me or watching me suck them. She paused and looked 
away. "I'm afraid my reputation is destroyed now, however."

"Why is that?"

"Al has brought some of his poor white trash friends to watch Rolo and the 
other black men diddle me," Glory Anna said wiping away her tears with the 
back of her hand. "I tell you Polly it is terrible what they say to me while 
I'm being serviced. They call me nigger's whore and black man's slut and all 
manner of vile things. But that's not the worst. A few times they have 
wanted to do me first before the niggers get to me. Al lets them. I think he 
makes them pay him."

"That's terrible, Glory Anna," Polly said hugging the woman. "I'll tell Will 
and he'll put a stop to it, I'm sure."

"No he won't," Glory Anna said sniffing. "He's been here and watched a few 
times. I pleaded with him to make it stop, but he wouldn't."

"I can't believe that he won't do something," Polly exclaimed. "Will is a 
good man at heart. It has to be Al Benson's fault."

"What are you bitches blaming on me now," Al Benson said strolling into the 
room. "Glory Anna, are you whining again?"

"Good afternoon Al," Polly said. "Glory Anna was telling me that you have 
made her have sex with people watching. That you've turned her into a 
trollop. I can't believe that of you. For shame, sir!"

"Bullshit," he snapped. "Glory Anna loves to show off. She likes to have a 
big black cock in her, fucking the hell out of her while white men watch. 
I'll bet she wet right now just thinking about it. Get up and pull your 
dress up, Glory Anna," he ordered. Glory Anna did as he ordered. "See for 
yourself, Polly. See if that slut ain't wet right now."

"I'll do no such thing, Al Benson. I'll not touch another woman in such a 
manner."

"Yes you will," Al said menacing tone of voice. "You are under my control 
until you get back to Ravenwood. Do what I said. Feel her cunt and see how 
wet she is for yourself."

Hesitantly Polly reached her hand out and touched Glory Anna's pussy. She 
was surprised to discover that there wasn't a single hair on the woman's 
pubic area. Glory Anna told her later that she had been the victim of what 
Al called a fuck and pluck. They had made a party out of removing all of her 
pubic hair. Glory Anna was moist without a doubt.

"Wiggle that nub," Al ordered her. "I'll bet you can get her to cream for 
you." Again Polly did as he commanded. There was something exciting about 
touching Glory Anna. That was as taboo as having a black man's cock in her.

Glory Anna moaned softly as Polly manipulated her clitoris. Polly wasn't 
very surprised to find that Al Benson was standing close to them with his 
pants unbuttoned and his cock hanging out. While Al kissed Glory Anna's lips 
he took her big breasts out and was playing with them. He put his cock close 
to Polly's mouth and she took it in and sucked him. The two women and one 
man were all joined together. Glory Anna reached a climax nearly the same 
time as Al shot off in Polly's mouth. She gulped hard to swallow his sperm.

"Well, that was nice," Al said stuffing his soft dick back into his pants. 
"Let's go to the barn, ladies. Rolo is waiting on you."

Al led them out the backdoor and across the yard to a small barn. One look 
was enough to for Polly to realize that this barn wasn't for livestock. It 
was clean and smelled clean. Three black men were sitting at a table in one 
corner of the barn.

"Fresh meat, boys," Al said closing the door behind them. "Get naked girls," 
he said to Glory Anna and Polly. Glory Anna didn't hesitate. She quickly 
removed her dress. "You want me to rip that dress off you, Polly?" Al said. 
He hadn't raised his voice but Polly knew he meant it, so she too removed 
her dress.

When Polly was naked, Al took her to a bench-like devise in the middle of 
the room. It was padded with soft leather.

"We used to fuck Glory Anna on bales of straw, but we've improved on that 
with this fuck bench. We can adjust the height by taking the pins out of the 
legs and raising or lowering it. I think it's just right for Rolo as it is. 
Get up on it, Polly," he ordered.

Polly had gotten used to taking orders from Will Blain, but she still 
resented obeying Al Benson. In spite of her recent sexual escapades, she 
still considered him a crude redneck. A couple of hard tugs on her nipples 
stopped her from refusing to do as he said. She lay down on the bench and Al 
roughly shoved her legs apart. He put a finger into her opening and laughed.

"She about ready for you Rolo," he said. "Glory Anna come over here and lick 
Polly's cunt. What the hell you lookin' so shocked about Polly. Glory Anna 
had licked a lot of pussy ain't you Glory Anna?" Glory Anna didn't answer 
him, but came quickly and knelt between Polly's spread legs. "James got a 
woman and ol' Glory Anna has sucked her cunt many times. Mandy likes to have 
her cunt ate out, don't she James? In fact, go get her. We'll let Polly take 
a dive on Mandy's cunt after a while."

Glory Anna couldn't believe what Glory Anna was doing to her. It felt so 
wicked and yet so good. She could feel her friend's tongue searching as deep 
in her as it could go. When Glory Anna lightly bit her nub, Polly came with 
a moan. This was an all together new and wonderful sensation. She climaxed a 
couple of times before Al pulled Glory Anna's face away from her pussy.

"Rolo, you ready to fuck this bitch?" Al asked. The huge man grunted. "Get 
to it then."

Polly had her eyes tightly closed and kept them closed until she felt a hard 
cock enter her. Her eyes flew open wide when the large invader slammed into 
her. She tried to sit up. But Al and the other man held her down. After a 
few strokes she didn't need to be held any longer. She was fucking back as 
hard as she could. Rolo's big black cock was giving her a great fuck. She 
screamed out in her passion. Rolo was even bigger than Blue and it felt 
great to her.

Polly had climaxed several times when she felt a great gush of hot sperm 
fill her. She was disappointed when the huge cock vacated her pussy.

"More please," she gasped. "don't stop!"

"Oh don't worry," Al said from beside her, "We're just getting started. 
James you're next." Polly felt another cock enter her and she raised her 
buttocks up to assist the man who was now in her. When he finished in her, 
another black cock was rammed into her gapping white pussy.

"Hold your head still," Polly heard Al say. She opened her eyes to see dusky 
thighs and a hairless coco colored pussy descending down on her face. Just 
as Rolo's massive phallus slammed into her, the pussy was on her mouth. At 
first she didn't open her mouth or move her lips, but when she felt Al's 
cruel fingers pinch her nipple and him telling her to lick or he'd pull her 
nipples off, she complied. It wasn't very long before she tasted the warm 
moisture coming from the woman's pussy. She discovered it wasn't a bad taste 
at all and she stuck her tongue as far as it would go searching for more of 
the nectar.

"She doin' me good Mister Al," Polly heard a woman's voice say. "I think she 
like how Mandy tastes." Polly was climaxing rapidly as the big man plowed in 
and out of her. The woman had screwed her pussy down so hard she thought she 
might smother. The woman on her face hunched a couple of times and she heard 
a feminine squeal and the pussy lifted off of her. Polly took a couple of 
deep breaths.

"Glory Anna clean Polly's face off with your tongue," Al commanded. "It's 
just Mandy's juice and you've had lots of that."

Polly lay as still as she could with the slamming in and out of her pussy 
while Glory Anna licked her face clean. She opened her eyes and saw her 
friend's face on hers. She stuck out her tongue and Glory Anna sucked it 
into her mouth. Glory Anna sucked Polly's tongue for a moment then put her 
tongue into Polly's mouth. Polly orgasm again, both from the tongue sucking 
and the big cock sawing in and out of her.

Mandy, Polly saw, was a very light colored girl of about sixteen. She saw 
that while on her knees being butt fucked by James or George. She hadn't 
figured out which was which yet. Mandy was bent over a hay bale and was 
being fucked from behind by Al Benson. Glory Anna was being serviced by the 
brute called Rolo.

After a while Al told Glory Anna to get up on the bench and to take James's 
cock in her rectum. Glory Anna did as he said without hesitation. After the 
black cock was fully seated in her ass. Al told George to fuck the woman's 
pussy. Polly watched in total astonishment while her friend took both cock 
in her. She had wondered if it could be done and there it was, happening 
right before her eyes.

"See," Al said standing beside Polly. "Men pay good hard cash to see that. A 
white woman with two big ol' black cock in her is a rare sight. Some men 
will go without food to see that. After you gals wash up and rest a while, 
you'll be next to get a double fuckin'. What do you think about that, 
Polly?"

Polly didn't answer his question. She wasn't about to let that redneck know 
how much she was looking forward to it. She didn't have to say anything. Al 
Benson could see the raw lust in her eyes. He chuckled, this was going to be 
one hell of a show. Men were coming tonight thinking they would see one 
while woman getting fucked by black studs. Tonight they would see two white 
bitches being blackened. Just another way to make money and show these 
southern women who was boss hog. To Al the only thing better than sticking 
his own cock in the snooty white bitches was seeing them fucked by niggers.

That night the barn was well lit with lanterns and a large crowd of men were 
in attendance as Glory Anna and Polly were fucked by several black men. The 
audience nearly brought the roof down when they saw Polly take two big black 
cocks in her small white pussy. That night Polly was continually fucked 
until she passed out cold and had to be carried to the house. Glory Anna 
soon had to be carried away also.

PART THREE

Today

"What in the world is so interesting in those old diaries?" Tom Greene asked 
his wife Donna. "You've had your nose in them for weeks now." They were 
getting ready for bed. Tom lay on the bed wearing only his boxers and Donna 
was wearing one of his old tee shirts.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," she answered giggling.

"Maybe not, but you've been like a nymphomaniac since you started reading 
them. Keep doing what you're doing."

"You wouldn't believe the history of this place." She gave Tom an 
abbreviated description of what had happened after the war. "Apparently we 
Yankees were not that nice to the southern women."

"So they made some of the women have sex with blacks. Not big deal there," 
Tom said. "It happens a lot I hear."

"Not back then," Donna said. "It was almost unheard of. Oh, I'm sure 
interracial sex happened between white men and women of African descent, but 
black men and white women, if it happened at all, was never spoken of."

"I'll bet you them lonely white women took a black lover before their old 
man got out of sight," Tom said laughing. "How's the landscaping coming?"

"Good," Donna said. She laughed, "Strangely enough one of the black 
landscapers is named Rolo. He said it was a family name. He may be a 
descendant of Rolo that Polly talks about in her diaries."

"Yeah, or maybe he's old Rolo's ghost come to get some more white pussy. No, 
you said he lived on some other plantation didn't you?"

"He came here to work and live at Ravenwood," Donna said. " Sometime, and I 
can't make out exactly when, Greenfield house burned to the ground. Glory 
Anna was lucky to escape with her life."

"How did it catch on fire?"

"Apparently some men called Knights of the Fiery Cross set it on fire," 
Donna answered. "I guess they were either a part of, or forerunners of, the 
Ku Klux Klan. At any rate, here at Ravenwood there were too many able bodied 
fighting men. They didn't come back here after the one and only raid. Polly 
and her men killed several of them and hung the bodies out by the road as a 
warning."

"That would do it," Tom said. His cock was jutting out of his boxers. "Why 
don't you come over here and you can pretend that my white cock is black."

Laughing Donna pulled the tee shirt over her head. "I'll take you up on that 
offer," she said straddling him.

"You and Rolo haven't been playing plantation while I'm at work, have you?"

"No, but that big boy has been giving me some hot looks lately," Donna said 
easing down on Tom's cock. "Ahhh, that feels so good. Come on Rolo, give it 
to me!"

"Okay, but I'm still Tom." They both laughed at her slip of the tongue. 
"Sounds like you've been thinking about Rolo."

"I guess," she said beginning to moved up and down on him. "Just the past 
few days. Oh God, that feels good." She bucked and rode him until they both 
were satisfied.

"Donna," Tom said later after the lights were turned out. "You need to be 
careful."

"Why is that?"

"You know what they say. 'Once you've gone black, you can't go back'".

"That certainly true with Polly and Glory Anne," Donna said sleepily. *** 
YESTERDAY

Polly was both sadden and relived when Will Blain and his Office of 
Reconstruction people left Ravenwood. Relived that she had papers in her 
procession that gave her uncontestable rights to Ravenwood. Sad because she 
had developed a fondness for Will and his crew. The whole bunch packed up 
and moved out in the middle of planting season. Also the Knights of the 
Fiery Cross were still up to their mischief. They had taken the precaution 
of arming all the workers at Ravenwood.

The pervious years cotton crop was the best ever for Ravenwood. Even after 
Polly paid back the cash that Will advanced to keep things going, there was 
more hard currency then ever before. The industrial north paid top dollar 
for cotton because the crops had been very lean during the war years. King 
cotton was back.

"I'll miss you," Polly told Will the night before he left. "You have behaved 
honorably for me and for Ravenwood. Will you ever come this way again?"

"You never know where I'll turn up. Brother Able will be coming along soon, 
I expect. Got a letter from him a few weeks back. He out of the Army now and 
lookin for a place to light. I told him you could use a white man as an 
overseer. What do you think?"

"I would be happy to see him, and yes I could used a man who could make the 
blacks toe the line."

"Guess it's hard to be the boss lady when they got their cock buried in your 
cunt. Don't take no shit off any of them. You got that shotgun loaded with 
rock salt. Use it if you have to."

"Oh Will, you know I couldn't shoot Blue or Rolo or any of them for that 
matter."

"Maybe Able will get here before it comes up," Will said. "Where's Glory 
Anna?"

"Down the hall," Polly said. "She's saying good bye to Al. I think Rolo is 
with them. I hate it that Greenfield got burned, but I'm glad Glory Anna is 
here with me. Oh, yes Will. Right there. That feels good." He was nibbling 
on one of her nipples.

"I'm sure going to miss this tight pussy, Polly. Here comes my load!" ***

Adam Blain and his man Zeke came two days after Will and company left.

"Well if it isn't Major Blain and Zeke," Polly said from the front porch. It 
dawned on her that it was only a little more than a year ago that he had 
rode up leading his company of black soldiers. She was standing in nearly 
the exact same spot. There had been a lot of changes since then.

"Hello Polly," Able said. "Not Major any more. Just plain Mister Blain. You 
look mighty fetching."

"Thank you kind sir," she answered laughing. She felt better now that he was 
back. "How is Zeke?"

"Ol Zeke is just fine ma'am," The black man said. "Could use a bite to eat 
if something is handy."

"Yeah," Adam said with a grin. "We came up on Will yesterday and he said to 
hurry 'cause you would be getting fidgety with no man about. We haven't even 
taken time to eat."

"Fiddlesticks," Polly said laughing. "I have plenty of men about. There's no 
shortage of men around here. Come on in and let me find you something to 
eat."

"We camped with Will and her merry band of crooks last night," Adam said. 
"Apparently there have been a lot of changes since we last met." Adam and 
Polly were sitting on the porch after he and Zeke had eaten.

"Oh, like what?"

"Like your newly developed taste for dark meat and showing it off in 
public."

"I didn't have a lot of say in that," Polly protested. "You can lay that at 
the door of Will's henchman, Al Benson. Besides we don't do that any more."

"Oh, don't get me wrong. I don't care if you let a Shetland pony fuck you on 
the courthouse lawn in downtown Fallon. That's your business and I respect 
that. My problem is, what did you get out of it? I mean except for getting 
fucked. This is a cash poor country. If anybody is going to put money in 
their pockets from your pussy, it should be you."

"I agree," Polly said. "Is really is good to have you back," she said. "Both 
of you." ***

There were some problems to overcome. For one thing there were too many 
roosters in the henhouse. Zeke considered himself a cut above the other 
blacks and lorded it over them whenever he got a chance.

Rolo and Blue were always fighting. Rolo considered that Glory Anna was his 
personal woman and didn't want to share her pussy with any of the others. 
James and George were content to stay out of the fray and take whatever 
white pussy was available to them.

Things were about to boil over into actual fighting when Adam found the 
solution. He was out scouting about the area and ran into two women who had 
been displaced by the Reconstruction people. Olive Blackwell and Dorothy 
Wiggins were living in a shack at the edge of what had been the Blackwell 
plantation. Dorothy, Dot as she was called, was trying to draw water from a 
well and the rope had broken.

"May I be of assistance?" Adam said getting off his horse. He replaced the 
rope and found a bucket. While he worked he listened to Dot's bitter 
complaining. Later he accompanied her to the shack.

"Would you ladies care to come live at Ravenwood?" he asked them.

"That's where that trashy Polly Treadwell lives, isn't it," Olive snapped. 
"I'd rather starve then have any association with the likes of her."

"Suit yourself, "Adam said. "Last night for supper we had roast beef with 
fresh garden vegetables with peach cobbler and real cream for desert. We ate 
until we nearly burst. We enjoy three meals everyday. What did you ladies 
have for supper last night? What will you have tonight?" He could see them 
licking their lips just thinking about the scrumptious meal.

"Man shall not live by bread alone," Olive quoted. "Dot and I have our 
pride."

"And apparently little else," Adam observed watching a rat scurry long one 
wall of the shack. "Even your rats are poor looking." He looked closely at 
the two women. Dot was about twenty-five and thin while Olive was a bit 
older and plump. Apparently she had been even plumper because flesh hung 
loose on her face and arms. They both were wearing dirty, shabby clothes. 
"What happened to your men folk?"

"We're widows," Dot answered. "Is it true that Glory Anna Matthews is living 
with Polly?"

"Yes, it's true," Adam said. "Well, I must press on. Here's something for 
you both should consider. Pride is a good thing, but it won't fill your 
belly or keep you warm at night. Ravenwood is flourishing and you would be 
welcome there. There is always plenty to eat."

"What are the conditions of being welcome?" Olive asked. "We hear a lot of 
bad things about what goes on there."

"There is nothing going on there except a lot of good food and good 
fucking," Adam said with a grin. He went out the door starting for his 
horse." I wonder if you ladies remember what good fucking really is?" he 
called back to them.

"Not a proper topic of conversation for a lady," Olive said with a loud 
sniff.

"What kind of ... you know, what you said?" Dot asked coming to stand beside 
his horse. "We've heard a lot of disgusting stories about the going on 
there."

"All true, more than likely," Adam said. "Ain't no woman at Ravenwood goes 
to bed by herself unless she wants it that way. Good day ladies. Let me know 
if you change your mind. Always a stiff cock or two at Ravenwood." As he 
rode off he glanced over his shoulder to see Dot and Olive in a heated 
discussion.

Dot arrived at Ravenwood the next afternoon. Olive came the following day. 
Polly and Glory Anna made a fuss over them. The two new arrivals were 
welcomed, washed, and dressed in nice dresses.

Everyone was careful to let the two women get used to being at Ravenwood 
before sex was even mentioned. It was Dot who brought the subject up first. 
The women were sitting in the dining room having finished a large meal.

"Is it true?" Dot asked. "The gossip about you all?"

"Yes," Glory Anna said shortly. "Every damned word of it. We spread out legs 
for any ol' peter that comes along."

Dot and Olive were both shocked into silence by the blunt admission. When 
Glory Anna got up from the table and went to join Rolo who was waiting by 
the dining room door they both watched her leave with stunned expressions on 
their faces.

"Where is she going with that nigger?" Olive asked.

"It's Rolo's night to be with her," Polly answered as a mater of fact "I 
suspect that Blue and James will be coming for me shortly. We have a nightly 
drawing, you see."

"But they're niggers!" Olive said. "Surely you don't..."

"Surely we do!" Polly snapped. "We try our best to keep all the men happy. 
Glory Anna said it best. We spread our legs for any peter that comes out 
way." The two newcomers stared at her a moment in shocked silence.

"Not me," Olive said firmly. "There isn't any thing on earth to make me lie 
down with niggers."

"No, not tonight, Olive," Polly said. "Adam Blain will come for you in a 
while. You'll share his bed tonight."

Olive Blackwell looked at Polly for a moment then lowered her head. Olive 
had been in a constant state of arousal since she arrived at Ravenwood. Just 
being in close proximity to the sexual atmosphere had charged her. She would 
submit to the handsome Adam Blain without murmur. Olive was looking actually 
forward to meeting with him.

"What about me?" Dot meekly asked.

"You will join Blue and James with me," Polly said. She had correctly judged 
that Dot was the more adventuresome of the two. Dot had made a few comments 
that led Polly to think she would be willing to fuck blacks. Olive just 
didn't know it yet, but so would she and soon.

"Olive would you care to join me?" Adam asked from the doorway. He held out 
his hand for her. She got up and went with him without looking at Dot or 
Polly and without any comment.

A short wile later Polly took Dot to her bedroom where James and Blue 
waited. Dot took one look at the two naked black men and begin to shake 
uncontrollably. While Polly soothed her and helped her take her clothes off 
the young woman kept repeating she couldn't do it. A week of good meals had 
fleshed Dot out and she looked good.

"You men take it easy on her," Polly warned. "She's been unused for a long 
time."

"She ready," James said gently sticking his finger in the trembling woman's 
pussy. "All wet and hot for ol' James love stick." Polly lay beside the 
woman and tried to calm her as James mounted her. The man barely had the tip 
of his cock in her when Dot let out a screech. When she climaxed she hunched 
upward further impaling the hard cock in her, causing another orgasm and 
another followed quickly behind it.

"That gal is one hot woman," Blue observed. "'Pears she likes a black dick 
in her white pussy."

"I think you may be right, Blue," Polly said. "And so do I." she quickly 
took off her dress and bent over the foot board of the bed presenting her 
rear to Blue. She positioned herself so that she could watch as James's cock 
whipped with blurry speed in and out of Dot's pussy. She wondered how Olive 
and Adam were getting alone. ***

"Mister Blain," Olive said holding her dress in front of her breast. "Please 
be gentle with me. I...It's been a long time since I've been with a man."

"I'll be gentle," Adam assured her. "Put the dress down and let me look at 
you." Olive was still plump, but had a lot of womanly curves. Her breast 
were large with long hardened nipples. They were nearly an inch long, set in 
large light brown areolas. As the dress lowered Adam could see that she had 
a heavy bush of hair on her pubic. Olive would soon need a pluck and fuck 
party. "Come to me Olive," Adam said softly. When she got to him he took her 
into his arms and embraced her, kissing her long and deep. Olive responded 
almost immediately. Adam let his hands wander down her body to her breasts 
and he was surprised when she had a mild orgasm when he pulled on her 
nipples. Olive had another climax when he toyed with her clitoris and a 
large one when he put his finger in her. He realized that he was with an 
extreamly hot woman who had been denied sexual pleasure for far too long.

Later on the bed she proved him right. She was a smoldering sexual creature. 
She only murmured a bit when he insisted on fucking her from behind and a 
little when he had her on top of him. Olive quickly adapted to these unusual 
positions and fucked him back giving as good as she got.. She resisted a 
little more when he probed her rectum, but a smack on her bare ass convinced 
her to lay still for whatever he wanted to do.

Since time wasn't a factor, he took his time with her. He, over the next few 
days, brought her along slowly. First he made her watch as Polly and Glory 
Anna sucked his cock. He made her do it next. She took to oral sex quickly. 
Anal sex took a bit longer. Next he made her fuck him while Polly and Zeke 
watched. After that he made Olive watch as Zeke fucked Polly, getting her 
used to having a colored man near and involved.

When Adam judged that she wasn't shocked any longer with the concept of 
interracial sex he took the next step and had Zeke fuck her. Olive had to be 
held for that to happen but again she quickly adapted to the new order of 
things. After watching Glory Anna being serviced by two black men she 
volunteered to try it. Dot was present when Zeke and Blue doubled fucked 
Olive and she demanded that she be allowed to do it.

After the addition of two more hens to the henhouse, things ran a lot more 
smoothly at Ravenwood. ***

TODAY

"Wow that's hot stuff," Tom said. Donna had been reading to him from the 
Ravenwood diaries while they got ready for bed.. "Absolutely amazing."

"Even more so when you consider the period and the area," Donna agreed. 
"This was the gentle south as far as women were concerned. Sugar wouldn't 
melt in their mouth."

"Apparently they didn't have any problem with sucking cock and letting come 
melt in their mouth," Tom said. "That brings up a question. Where and when 
did oral sex originate?"

"I'm going to guess in the Garden of Eden," Donna said. "I can just hear 
Adam whining, trying to get Eve to give him head."

"I don't know if it goes back that far," Tom said laughing. "Apparently it 
goes back to ancient Rome and Greece. Don't forget the Karma Sutra. How old 
is that? I'm just glad someone discovered it. I do like to ear pussy."

"You know, I've never seriously thought about another woman in a sexual way 
until I read about Polly and Glory Anna in that barn with Mandy," Donna 
said.

"What about getting your ashes hauled by a black man?" Tom said suddenly 
getting serious. "Did you ever give that consideration?"

"Oh sure," Donna said. "There were a lot of white girls dating black men 
when I was in college. I think my roommate my junior year screwed half the 
black male population on campus. Of course I thought about it."

"But you didn't ever do it," Tom said. "Was it just a lack of opportunity?"

"I guess that's it. I was not dating men of any color for a while. I was too 
busy studying. Then you and I got together about half way through our senior 
year."

"Do you feel like you may have missed something?"

"Yeah sometimes," she laughed. "Especially since I've been reading all this 
hot stuff about Ravenwood."

"A renewal of an old fantasy?"

"I suppose. Are you carrying a gun in your pocket or has this conversation 
got you cranked up?"

"I don't own a gun, so that eliminates that. Yeah, the conversation has got 
me hard. Maybe we could..." he stopped.

"Maybe we could what?"

"Never mind," tom said his face red. "Just a wild thought."

"Tell me," Donna insisted. He shook his head and went into the bathroom. 
When he came out he was wearing only his boxers. "Hey you're still hard. 
That must have really been an erotic thought. Tell me."

"No, it too silly to put into words, Donna. Are you ready for the light to 
be turned out?"

"Yes, but you are going to be one disappointed man if you don't tell me what 
you started to say. Be no nookie for poor Tom tonight."

"Oh hell," he said. "I was just thinking that we should revive those old 
wild days at Ravenwood."

"What are you saying? I would be Polly and you one of the ex-slaves?"

"No, not exactly," he said laying beside her. "I was thinking I would be 
Will Blain. I like the idea of being the ringmaster for the circus."

"Okay, I can see that, being the control freak that you are. Who would 
be...oh, I see."

"Do you? What do you see?"

"I think you were thinking that someone else could be the ex-slave," Donna 
said. She was gently stroking his hard cock. "Am I right?"

"Almost," Tom answered leaning over to bite her nipple. "I was thinking 
ex-slaves. Rolo, Blue, James and who were the other ones?"

"Zeke and George," she answered. "There is a problem with that. There is 
only one of me. Remember the trouble they had with too many men and not 
enough women?"

"Yeah, I guess we should start smaller. Maybe only one black man at first. 
We can always add more later."

"You been giving this some thought, haven't you?" Donna said with a laugh. 
She had stripped off her tee shirt and crawled over onto him. "You better 
not tease me."

"I wasn't teasing," he said moaning as she slid down onto his hard cock. 
"Dame you're still as tight as when we first met. I guess ol' Rolo will take 
care of that, huh?"

Donna began to move up and down on him. She was going slow because she knew 
that Tom, as wonderful as he was, didn't have a lot of control. They soon 
changed positions to get Tom on top to give him better control. Donna was 
mildly surprised that she had two nice orgasms with her husband. Most of the 
time she considered one to be good.

Neither Tom or Donna mention the conversation for several days, but during 
that time sex was frequent and often spontaneous. Since she wasn't working 
and had plenty of time Donna continued putting the Ravenwood diaries into 
manuscript form. The story made more sense since she now had the diaries in 
chronological order.

On Saturday morning Tom was up and dressed before she rolled out of bed.

"Off to the golf course?" she asked sleepily.

"No, not today. I've got to go into town for a few hours. What time do the 
landscapers arrive on Saturday?"

"Usually by daylight," she answered. "They like to get started early and 
knock off about noon when it gets hot. Why?"

"Just wondered. Coffee's made and I'll see you later, sugar."

"Damn," she said softly. It had been just enough conversation to get her 
fully awake. She got out of bed and staggered down to the kitchen, poured a 
cup and took it out to the front porch still wearing the oversized tee 
shirt. She took a seat on the porch swing. It wasn't yet eight o'clock, but 
already warm. The day would be a scorcher and just right for the new 
swimming pool. That was where the landscapers should be working. She could 
see their trucks in the driveway.

"Good morning, ma'am," a voice said. Donna looked up to see the big black 
man, Rolo, walking toward the trucks pushing a wheelbarrow. He was about 
fifteen feet away from her.

"Good morning Rolo," she said admiring his rippling muscles. She had never 
seen him with a shirt on. "Going to get warm."

"I do believe it is," he said stopping and was looking at her. "Your pool 
will come in handy today won't it?" Suddenly Donna realized that he could 
see through the thin tee shirt. She didn't look down but she knew her 
nipples were plainly visible to him. She also knew that if she stood up he 
would be able to see her ass. "The mister off hunting golf this morning?" He 
set the wheelbarrow down and took a few steps toward her.

"Hunting golf?" she said with a nervous laugh. "No, he's running errands. 
He'll be back in a little while. Why hunting golf?"

"Some call it cow pasture pool," Rolo said flashing his white teeth. "I 
can't see why they fool with it. I tried to boil the balls from a golf and 
they never did get tender." He laughed at his own joke. It took Donna a 
moment to get it and when she did, she also laughed.

"I agree," she said. "Couldn't see the attraction myself. How much more do 
you have to do here?"

"Couple more day, I expect," she said. Rolo had moved to the foot of the 
steps to the porch. His eyes seemed fixed on her breasts and Donna could 
feel her nipples forming spikes under the shirt.

"How many of your crew do you have here today?" she asked for something to 
say.

"Just three of us," he answered letting his gaze fall to her legs. "Hard to 
get everybody out on Saturday. Hal and Beno will take off 'bout ten. I'll 
stay a while longer. You look mighty nice this morning. Meanin' no offence."

"None taken, Rolo," she said blushing fiercely. "Thank you." There was an 
awkward pause and then he suddenly laughed.

"Well as much as I'm enjoying the view, I'd better get that mulch or the 
boys will think I deserted them." He turned and went back to the wheelbarrow 
and went on to the closest truck.

"Damn girl," she murmured nearly running in the door. "Nothing like giving 
the help an early morning show." She poured some more coffee and went up to 
change clothes. A short while later she drifted out onto the back porch to 
see how the landscapers were doing. She was wearing a blue tube top and cut 
off jeans.

A privacy fence hadn't been necessary for their pool area. Empty farm land 
on two sides and woodland in the back. But Donna had insisted on a solid 
fence.

"What if we want to skinny dip?" she arugued. "What if I want to sunbathe in 
the nude? I don't want to worry about some redneck on a tractor getting a 
look at my young nubile body." She had won the discussion. They had sold 
their condo in New York for a ghastly amount of money and if they didn't 
reinvest it they would be stuck paying tax on capital gains. That was how 
she justified the fence and paying Rolo and his landscapers.

"This old place is goina look mighty pretty Miz Green," the man Rolo called 
Beno. "Mighty pretty."

"I think it is too, Beno," Donna said. "You men are doing a wonderful job." 
She strolled along the flagstone path until she came to where Rolo was 
putting mulch around some scrubs they had planted. The mulch had a strange 
odor.

"What is that smell, Rolo?"

"Mostly horseshit," he answered wiping the sweat from his face. "We get this 
stuff down at the mushroom place." He smiled. "Maybe I should have said 
horse do-do."

"No, I understand horseshit," Donna said laughing.

"You have the time?" he asked. "My watch has stopped. I sweat too much I 
guess. Can't keep one working to save me."

"Nine thirty-five," she answered glancing at her watch.

"Yo, you boys finish up what you're doin' and head on out. Your pay envelops 
are on the seat of my truck. I'll see you first thing Monday and you 
assholes better not be hung over." He looked up at Donna and grinned. 
"Damned good workers, but most of the time they think Monday is part of the 
weekend."

"I think it should be," she said smiling at him.

"Hey, I'm glad you decided to keep the old smoke house. Seemed like a shame 
to me to tear something down that's been around this long. What are you 
going to do about the old spring house?"

"We're going to restore it, too" Donna said. "That was a favorite place for 
Polly and Blue until he spotted a snake."

"Who is Polly and Blue?" he asked a puzzled expression on his face. "I 
haven't seen any snakes around there."

"Oh," she said laughing. "I guess I just assume that everybody knows Polly. 
She was the owner of Ravenwood from Eighteen sixty-three until around 
nineteen twelve. Her husband was killed at Vicksburg and she carried on 
until she died. I found a bunch of her diaries in the smokehouse and I've 
been reading them. Quite a story."

"Yeah, I know who you're talkin' about now. I remember my granny talking 
'bout her." He grinned at her. "I heard she was a wild one."

"Yes, that would describe her, I guess. She was also a strong woman and a 
survivor. Things weren't very good around here just after the Civil War."

"I guess they weren't for the white folk," Rolo said. "Better for my people 
anyway. You know what would look good right over there? A fountain would fit 
real nice."

"Come on Rolo," she said laughing. "You're making a lot of money on this 
project so you don't have to sell me on anything else. Oh there's Tom. He's 
back already." She waved at her husband who started toward them. When he 
arrived she introduced he and Rolo.

"You and your men are doing one hell of a job," Tom said. "This old place 
never looked so good."

"I expect not," Rolo agreed. "I'll bet them old plantation owners would have 
like to have that pool."

"Not as bad as the field hands," Donna said. "But if there had been a 
swimming pool they cotton never would have got plowed."

"I guess not," Rolo said. "got to admit that I've looked longing at it 
myself."

"Why don't you take a dip and cool off?" Tom invited. "It's there for you to 
use anytime you want it."

"Oh, I'm too hot and sweaty to get in your nice clean pool. Besides I don't 
have a swim suit with me."

"Well too bad," Tom said. "Hey, I have a great idea. I picked up some steaks 
while I was out. Why don't you come back this afternoon and we'll burn'em. 
Bring your wife or girlfriend if you want to."

"That's real nice of you," Rolo said. "What if I bring my boyfriend?" He 
started laughing. "Hey, man I'm sorry 'bout that. I wish you could have seen 
your faces. I'm not married and I'm between ladies at the moment. Sure I'd 
like to come. What time and what do I need to bring?"

"Not a thing unless you want something besides beer to drink. We'll eat 
about six or six thirty, but we can splash around in the pool anytime you 
want to show up. Won't be anything fancy. Meat, baked potato and salad with 
some kind of bread."

"Fine by me," Rolo said. "I don't know how to do fancy anyway. I'll see you 
about four or so if that's all right."

"What are you up to, Tom Greene?" Donna asked when they were alone.

"Me? What makes you think I'm up to something?"

"Because you look like you are. This isn't take-a-landscaper-to-dinner week 
is it?"

"Maybe, Donna," Tom said. "I'll see you in a little while. I got to go out a 
while."

"Better get some salad stuff while you're at the store getting the steaks 
you lied about."

"Okay," he said laughing. "I'd better get some more beer, too." ***

"Now that's what I call a fine meal," Rolo said leaning back in his lawn 
chair.

"Yeah, kind of hard to beat a hot steak and cold beer," Tom agreed. "I saw 
you in the pool earlier. Some swimmer."

"I swam in college some," Rolo said. "Don't have time to do it much any 
more. Takes all my time keeping up with my work." He laughed, "Back when I 
first started I had one old pickup truck. It was just me and Beno and we 
were scrounging for work. Time went by and now I have six trucks and five 
crews and I have more work than I can take care of. Now comes the funny 
part. It was easer and a lot more fun when it was just me and ol' Beno. No 
payroll, no truck payments and no taxes or licenses. If a job came along and 
I didn't want to do it I'd say fuck it and not do it. In fact that's when 
Beno got his name. 'be no shit like that gig,' or 'be no days like that' or 
maybe 'be no money in that job, forget it'. I just started calling him 
Beno." Rolo paused to watch Donna carry in the last of the food and dirty 
plates.

"Nice huh?" Tom said. "Ol' Donna just gets better every year."

"How long you two been married?"

"Be four years this December," Tom answered. "I wish she had worn that 
bikini I brought her last summer. She looks hot in it...what there is of 
it."

"You're a lucky man, Tom," Rolo said diplomatically.

"Yeah, I know it. Do you think she's hot, Rolo?"

"Well...ah...your wife is very attractive."

"Hey, I'm making you uncomfortable, Rolo. Sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I 
was just curious how other men saw her. You can be frank, I'm not the 
jealous type. There nothing you can say that would piss me off."

"Your wife is pretty, she's smart and she's sexy as hell," Rolo said after a 
moments silence. "She's got a body to die for...or kill for. Well, getting 
on toward eight o'clock. I better head on home. Thank for..."

"Rolo, stay a while longer, please," Tom said. "Have another beer. Do you 
know anything about the history of this place?"

"Just what Miz Greene, ah, Donna, told me. My Granny told us some about the 
old woman who ran the place after the war. Treadway, or Treadwell. Something 
like that.

"Polly Treadwell," Tom said fishing another bottle of beer out of the ice 
chest and handing it to Rolo. "Damn hot story I'll tell you. Donna's been 
reading some old diaries she found. Apparently Polly was ahead of her time. 
She introduced interracial sex into this part of the country."

"Bullshit," Rolo said laughing. "The first white man with a boner and a 
slave girl introduced interracial sex down here."

"I mean Polly introduced interracial sex between black men and white women," 
Tom said.

"You don't say," Rolo said. "That's interesting."

"Like I said, she was ahead of her time. Black men and white women isn't all 
that unusual now days, but apparently it sure was then."

"No, not so rare these days," Rolo said. "But it hasn't been that many years 
that a black man was hung or shot just for looking at a white woman. They 
were having wide open KKK meeting here just a few years ago. Damned hard to 
imagine a white woman taking on a black man back then."

"Not just one black man. There were several men and it wasn't just Polly. 
She had some other white women to help her keep everybody satisfied." Tom 
gave Rolo a quick overview of the Ravenwood diaries. He was just finishing 
up when Donna came back out of the house.

"What are you guys babbling about?" she asked taking a chair beside her 
husband.

"I was telling Rolo about Polly Treadwell." Tom said.

"Yes, my heroine," Donna said laughing "That woman could teach a course on 
women's liberation. Could have, I mean. Old hat these days, I guess."

"Yeah, that's a fact," Tom agreed. "Before that I was telling Rolo about the 
bikini I got for you last year in the islands. He seemed disappointed that 
you weren't wearing it tonight."

"You're telling one," Donna said laughing. "Rolo could have been 
disappointed about something he didn't even know about. Tell the truth. You 
were the one disappointed, weren't you?"

"Well now, Donna," Rolo said. "I was disappointed after I head about it. Not 
that your one piece isn't nice."

"Thank you Rolo," Donna said still smiling. "Tom bought that tiny thing and 
insisted I wear it while we were on vacation. I didn't mind so much because 
we didn't know a soul down in the islands. It's different here."

"Sure, show off for a bunch of ignorant island bums," Rolo said half 
pretending to be aggravated. "I know how them savages are."

"You do? You've been to the Caribbean?" Tom asked.

"Yeah mon, me and Beno took a few days off year before last and flew down, 
ya know." He was speaking in a very good Caribbean accent. "Had a ball 
playing like we were natives. Saw a lot of skin on that trip, mon." Donna 
and Tom were laughing at his accent. He had it nailed perfectly. "We had to 
play like Beno was a mute. He could remember to stay in character. 
Apparently we went down a year too soon. That could have been us laying on 
the beach ogling Donna."

"It seems to me that you owe Rolo a look at the bikini," Tom told his wife. 
"Wasn't his fault he went a year too soon."

"Tom, I can't do that!" Donna said laughing. "It's just three transparent 
bits of cloth and some string."

"I'll cover my eyes," Rolo said showing her, by putting his hand over his 
eyes and looking through his wide spread fingers.

"Sorry boys, I don't think so," Donna said. "Maybe some time, but not 
tonight."

"Okay, let's be the Ravenwood players," Tom said. "Sweetie, this morning I 
bought you a dress. It's in a box on the floor of your closet. Put it on and 
come back. While you change into your costume I'll get some more beer."

"Okay chum, what have you got in mind?" Donna asked when they were in the 
house.

"The Ravenwood playhouse is rehearsing for it's debut," Tom said laughing. 
"Go change and hurry."

"Not until you tell me exactly what play we're rehearsing," she snapped.

"In the diary, remember the part where Polly, Blue and Will meet by the 
barn?"

"Yes, you said that was your favorite parts," she said. "Are you out of your 
mind?" she asked as it dawned on her what he was planning.

"Maybe just a little bit," he acknowledged. "But not more than usual. Go 
change and don't keep us waiting long. No underwear," He gave her a light 
smack on her butt.

"I think you're crazy," she said running up the stairs. "Crazy, I say!"

"Okay Tom, what happening here?" Rolo asked seriously. "I can dig it that 
you want another man's opinion about your wife, and don't get me wrong, I'll 
be happy to look, but I don't want to cross any line."

"There isn't any line," Tom said firmly. "Rolo, you are not jeopardizing 
your job here. We're doing a skit from the Ravenwood Diaries." He told Rolo 
about the part where Will gave Polly to Blue.

"Damn," Rolo said. "Hoe far you goin' with this skit?"

"As far as she'll let it go," Tom said with a big grin. "That remains to be 
seen yet. Ah, here comes my lovely bride now."

Donna was wearing a long flowing dress that reached to the ground. The dress 
was an emerald green with white piping on the sleeves and along the waist. 
The bodice was a lacy material.

"Tom where on earth did you find this dress?" she asked as she approached 
them.

"A shop in town ordered it for me," he answered. "It sure looks great on 
you, honey."

"I'll add my yea vote," Rolo said. "Looks authentic, too."

"Let's go over there," Tom said motioning for Rolo to follow. He led them to 
a place under one of the flood lights. It wasn't totally dark, but he 
flipped the switch flooding the area with light.

"Okay players," he said. "I'm Will Blain from the Office of Reconstruction. 
Donna is Polly Treadwell, mistress of Ravenwood, and you, Rolo, are a former 
slave named Blue." Tom waved his arm around. "We are standing in the bright 
sun in the middle of the day in the barn lot that used to be right over 
there. There are several farm hands around. Okay, places everybody. I've 
always wanted to say that."

"Just be sure to yell cut, when it's time," Donna said looking nervous.

"Blue," Will/Tom said. "I have this young white woman here. I thought you 
might be interested in her."

"Huh? Oh yeah," Rolo stammered. "Yeah, I guess it all depends, Mister Will."

"What's she good for, Mister will," Tom said giving Rolo his lines.

"Yeah, okay, What's she good for?" Rolo repeated, and grinning.

"Hell man, she's got some real good tricks. You ever had your goober 
gobbled? This slut can suck a man's dick and swallow his stuff like nothin 
you ever dreamed about."

"Sounds good to me," Rolo ad-libed. "Oh yeah, I like to fuck'em, I mean."

"Then you're in luck. This bitch has the tightest pussy in the whole State 
of Alabama. But," Tom said "if her cunt ain't tight enough for you, she let 
you poke her ass. Won't you Polly?" Donna stood with her head down and her 
whole body blushing fiercely. It didn't take acting skills to do that. She 
wondered how far Tom was going to go with his little play.

"Don't do this Will," she pleaded softly. "Not like this, please."

"Hush now girl," Tom said. "You just be thinking about Blue's big ol' horse 
cock plowing in your cunt. You be thinking how you're going to be moaning in 
pure pleasure as he slams into your pretty little pussy." He turned back to 
Rolo. "What do you think, Blue? You interested in borrowing her a while?"

"I ain't buyin' no pig in the poke, Mister Will," Rolo said. "I gotta see 
what she's got."

"I understand," Tom said. "Polly, show the man your titties."

Donna looked quizzically at Tom, wondering what he intended to do. She was 
shocked and embarrassed when Tom grabbed the top of her dress and ripped it 
open, completely exposing her breasts to Rolo. Like Polly had done, she 
tried to cover her breasts with the scraps of the dress. When her hands flew 
to cover the breasts Tom lifted her dress to expose her naked pussy. "What 
do you think about this?" he asked Rolo.

"Fuck man, damned nice!" Rolo said forgetting the lines Tom had given him.

"Good," Tom said laughing. "Let's go up to the big house and you can fuck 
her in comfort. Ain't no hurry, so you can take your time. Let's go Polly."

"Tom, you fool. You tore my dress," Donna said unable to keep from laughing. 
"How far are you going with this act?"

"All the way," Tom said. "It's time you got some of what Polly was getting." 
He gather her into his arms and kissed her. While he kissed her, he raised 
the back of her dress exposing her bottom to Rolo. Then he turned her around 
and offered her to the big black landscaper who hesitated only a second 
before he too kissed the astonished white woman. After a moment she opened 
her mouth and tasted his tongue. She felt her dress being lifted and Toms 
hands on her bare ass. He opened her butt cheeks and probed into her hot 
crevasse. Tom's fingers slipped into her wet pussy. The combined effect of 
Rolo's tongue in her mouth and Tom's fingers brought her to a quaking 
orgasm. Her legs felt weak and she could feel his manhood against her 
abdomen. Her breathing was quick and uneven. Without thought of what she was 
doing, she let one hand fall to Rolo's crotch.

"Oh my God," she half moaned softly. "Are you carrying a salami in there?"

"No, that's just me," Rolo answered, his voice husky.

"Let's go in," Tom said, his voice was also husky. He grabbed Donna's hand 
and by the time the three of them got to a bedroom they were nearly running.

"I can't believe you torn my pretty new dress," Donna said when the got to 
the bedroom.

"It a tear-away," Tom explained. "The front part of the dress comes off 
too." He demonstrated that by ripping the skirt part of the dress away. That 
act left her totally exposed except for her backside. Tom took her in a hard 
embrace and roughly shoved two fingers into her shaved cunt while pushed her 
back to the bed. She fell back crossways onto the bed and her husbands 
fingers stayed in her.

Tom removed his fingers and pushed her legs back and open. He got on the bed 
moving around behind her still holding her open to Rolo's hot gaze. Her butt 
at the edge of the bed.

"What do you think now?" Tom asked Rolo. "Is this a great cunt or what?"

"It looks like a wonderful cunt," Rolo acknowledged. He stood where Donna 
could see him as he slowly removed his swim trunks. He smiled when he heard 
her gasp when his massive black cock sprung free.

"You are our guest," Tom said in a passion filled voice. "You do the honors. 
Fuck her Blue! Fuck Polly's cunt!" Donna watched wide-eyed as the big man 
approached her, slowly stroking his huge cock.

"Are you ready Miz Polly?" Rolo asked coming right to the edge of the bed, 
the tip of his cock only barely touching her vulva. "Do you want Blue's hard 
black cock in your pretty white pussy?" Donna nodded, yet still not really 
believing this was real. "You got to tell me Miz Polly," Rolo said softly. 
"You want Blue to fuck you, you gotta say so." He used his cock to open her 
womanly lips. He wiggled his cock-head up and down her wet slit.

"Oh God!" Donna said. She looked up to see Tom looking down at her, his 
expression serious.

"Tell him Polly," Tom said. "Tell Blue if you want him to fuck you with that 
great chunk of black meat. Tell the man what you want!"

"Yesss," she hissed. "Fuck me, damn you." Her voice was now shrill. "Fuck me 
Blue! Put it in me and fuck me!" While Tom held her legs apart, Rolo eased 
an inch of his cock in her. Donna was shaking and trembling so hard the bed 
was shaking. Rolo eased another two inches into her.

"You want more of my cock?" Rolo whispered to her.

"Yes, I want it all!" she screamed. "Give me all of it! Oh, Godddd" she 
yelled as the big black man pushed the rest of his hard ebony cock into her. 
She froze when she felt his balls against her ass. She had never felt so 
full. Suddenly every feeling in her body was centered where black cock met 
white pussy. For an instant there was no sight, sound or any other sense. 
Nothing but her pussy and Rolo's cock. Everything stayed that way until he 
rocked back and pushed forward again. Suddenly it was a world of sensations 
again. Her nipples felt as if they would explode and she grabbed both of 
then and tugged to relieve the near pain. Her whole body was tingling as he 
fucked her.

Donna wasn't sure when the two men turned her around on the bed so that they 
lay long ways. She wasn't exactly sure when Tom got naked and played with 
her nipples while the big black man fucked her. It all seemed like a movie 
directed by a demented director with sight, sound and feelings all off 
center.

Donna had never had much problem reaching a climax. She could come almost at 
will, but now she was coming in machinegun like frequency. One arriving 
before the other one had hardly finished. She felt like her heart would 
burst out of her chest and time ceased having significance. Several times 
she heard herself screaming out in passion. ***

Donna woke up, the sun streaming through the window, and for a brief moment 
she was confused. She realized that she was naked under the sheet that 
covered her. She lay still for a few moments thinking about the night. It 
had really happened. It wasn't a dream as the dried come on her face and 
chest could attest. She kicked the sheet off and sit up on the edge of the 
bed and noticed there were still wet spots on it.

With a groan she got to her feet and saw the come on her stomach and thighs 
and felt it drip down her legs. She cupped her hand over her pussy and 
started for the bathroom. It was then that she realized that her whole pubic 
area was tender to the touch.

"Oh God, what did I do?" she said out loud in the shower. "What on earth did 
I do?"

"Good morning Miz Polly," Tom's voice called from outside the shower stall. 
"Coffee is ready and I brought you a cup."

"Thanks, Tom," she called back. How could she face her husband after what 
she had done? As the hot water cascaded down across her bruised and sore 
body she began to recall the events. Tom, the rat bastard had set her up. 
"Tom are you still out there?"

"Yes I am," he said. "I'm waiting for you to come out of there so I can see 
your beautiful well fucked body."

"Well chum, you're going to have to wait a while longer. There is a douche 
in the cabinet below the sink. Hand it to me, please. It seems that there is 
a part of me that needs cleaning."

"Okay," he said. The door opened and he handed her the douche. "I'll make us 
some pancakes if you want me to."

"That's a good idea. Go away and I'll be down in a little while." She heard 
him chuckle as he left the bathroom.

"Well, you seem like you're in a good mood," she said coming into the 
kitchen.

"Why wouldn't I be?" he said smiling. "I got to watch my wonderful wife get 
a fucking like nothing I have ever seen. How do you feel?"

"My pussy is sore as hell," she snapped. "That's how I feel. I can't believe 
you let that happen." Tom set a plate of blueberry pancakes down in front of 
her.

"Here eat these," he said calmly.

"Is that all you have to say?" she demanded.

"Donna, do you really want to spend the time and energy being pissed at me?" 
Tom asked. He put a cup of fresh coffee down beside the plate.

She ate the pancakes in silence. When she finished she looked at Tom who was 
watching her carefully.

"No, I guess not," she finally said. They looked at one another a moment 
then both laughed.

"So other than a sore snatch, how do you feel?" he asked her.

"Other than that and some sore muscles, I feel okay," she said. "Are you 
okay?"

"I told you, I'm great. I'm a little mad at myself that I didn't think to 
get a video camera and record it for posterity. You were sensational, Donna. 
For a couple of hours you were Polly Treadwell mistress of Ravenwood." Donna 
felt her nipples harden again at his comment. She had been Polly Treadwell.

"I may have been," she said. "But now I'm just Donna Greene with a sore 
pussy. Thanks for breakfast, Honey. I'm going to lay in the sun and heal my 
poor body for a while."

The rest of the day passed with only minimum conversation between them. In 
the early afternoon Tom left her to go play golf. That night as they got 
ready for bed she was in a much better mood. For one thing she wasn't as 
tender between her legs as she had been.

"How was golf?' she asked.

"Too fucking hot to play golf," he answered. "I think I'll only play when it 
cooler. Early mornings I think. I only played the front nine and spent the 
rest of the time in the clubhouse, drinking beer. How was your day?"

"Good. I got some sun and swam a while. I worked on my manuscript for a long 
time when it got too hot to be outside. Also I washed the bed linen and made 
the bed. It was a mess."

"Wonder how that happened? Anything new at old Ravenwood?"

"I'm not going to tell you anything that happened there," she said with a 
grin. "No telling what you might do next."

"Come on." he said jumping on the bed beside her. "Admit it. You loved the 
play I put on last night. I thought the Ravenwood players did good, don't 
you?"

"Yes, I guess I do," she admitted. "That was certainly...I don't know. 
Intense I guess is the best way I know how to say it."

"Do you have anything left for me?" he asked teasing her bare nipples with 
his teeth.

"I always have something for you," she said taking his cock in her hand. 
"Just take it easy. I'm still a little sore." ***

Monday Donna woke to the sounds of the landscapers outside. They started 
just after daylight. She got up when Tom left for work and took her coffee 
to the front porch as she normally did. It was another hot day, but clouds 
were coming in from the west.. Somewhere off in the distance she heard 
thunder and for a moment she pretended it was the sound of cannon fire. 
There had been several battles in the area and more than likely Polly 
Treadwell had heard the sound of cannons from that very porch.

There were a couple of things she needed to discuss with Rolo, but she was 
reluctant to face him. The relationship had changed dramatically she 
thought, then laughed at her choice of the word. Drama was how it all 
started Saturday night.

She finished her coffee and went back inside. While the sun was still 
shining she decided to get some sun. She put on the tiny bikini and a light 
robe and went out to the patio in back.

"Good mornin'," Beno called. He was on his knees planting some flowers by 
the pool deck. "Sounds like we might be getting' some thunder bumpers later, 
don't it?"

"Good morning. It sure does, Beno," she called back. She slipped the robe 
off and adjusted the lounge chair. She could feel Beno's eyes on her as she 
bent over. She sat on the lounge and spread some lotion on her arms and 
legs, paying close attention to the areas her old swimsuit hadn't covered.

"You want me to get your back?" She jumped at the sound of a voice close 
beside her.

"You scared the crap out of me, Rolo," she said whirling around.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," Rolo said. "Damn, that is a nice 
bikini. I'll bet the island boy's eyes were a poppin'. Do your back?" She 
handed him the lotion and turned her back to him. His hands felt good as he 
spread the lotion on her. She closed her eyes and thought about Saturday 
night. She realized he was talking to her.

"I'm sorry," she said. "What did you say?"

"I said that we're going to get some mean weather in a little while. I've 
send everybody else home except Beno and he's washing up."

"Oh, okay, that's fine." She said dreamily as his firm hands rubbed the 
lotion into her skin. "Whatever you think best."

"Might as well get them off the clock until it clears up," he said. "Do the 
front?"

Donna didn't even have to think about it, she leaned back in the lounge 
giving him access to her. He spread the lotion on her stomach and he smiled 
as her muscles involuntarily twitched at his touch. She closed her eyes and 
let him work.

Rolo pushed the tiny strips that barely covered her nipples to the side and 
begin to gently knead her breasts. First one then the other one. Donna 
wasn't sure if the thunder was louder or if it was her heart making the 
racket . She jerked when her pinched her nipple.

Donna opened her eyes to see his face close to hers. He was smiling and she 
smiled back. Rolo pushed aside the thin strip of material that covered her 
slit. She raised her hips when he wiggled a finger into her.

"Oh, that feels good, Rolo," she whispered. He lowered his head and kissed 
her lips. Easy and gentle at first then more passionately. She opened her 
mouth to receive his tongue. His finger went deeper into her pussy. She 
sighed when his lips left hers.

Her eyes were closed again and while she didn't see him, but she knew that 
Beno was close by. She could hear his heavy breathing. Then she felt his 
hand on her breast. There were three hands on her body. She opened her eyes 
to see both black men close to her. She reached and pulled Beno down and 
kissed him long, deep and hard.

"God Damn!" Beno said. "You are one good looking woman, Miz Greene."

"Call me Polly," Donna said in a southern drawl and smiling. "For I shall be 
Polly today." The thunder was louder now and there was the occasional flash 
of lightning. The sky was darker.

"I'll call you whatever the fuck you want to be called," Beno breathed. "You 
can call me anytime."

With the two men kissing and playing with her breasts and her pussy, Donna 
was only vaguely aware when the first drops of rain fell on them. By that 
time both men were naked and she was on her knees on the lounge chair. Beno 
was fucking her and she was sucking Rolo's big handsome cock. She could tell 
Beno wasn't as large as Rolo, but he sure had nothing to be ashamed of. His 
cock felt great as he pumped in and out of her. Donna was soon lost in an 
orgasmic fog.

While the big drops of rain fell on them, the two men swapped places several 
times. When it started to rain really hard, Rolo turned Donna around, lifted 
her up, and effortlessly slammed her down on his cock. He carried her into 
the house his cock lodged deep within her.

Inside, still wet from the rain, he threw her onto the bed and fucked her 
long and hard for nearly fifteen minutes then let Beno have a turn. For the 
next hour the two men fucked the pretty housewife. Donna lost count of the 
number of orgasms she experienced.

"I want to fuck her ass," Beno said. "That all right with you, Polly?"

"There is some lube in the night stand," she answered in a weak voice. "Just 
take it easy, please.

Beno got the tube and put a generous amount on his finger and gently shoved 
it in her rectum. He put some more on his cock and slowly shoved it in her. 
She grunted, but not so much from pain as the pressure of his invading pole. 
Beno gave her time to adjust to his cock before he started thrusting in and 
out of her.

"Son of a bitch!" Beno said. "She's so fuckin' tight I can hardly move my 
dick. You got to try her ass, Rolo."

"Yeah, I will when you get her loosened up for me. Here Polly," Rolo said 
presenting his cock for her to suck. "Work on this a while." Donna greedily 
took his cock in her mouth. It didn't take Beno long before he spewed his 
load in her ass. Rolo had to work a little harder getting his larger cock in 
her but he finally succeeded.

Beno got another turn at her anal passage and he made her get on his cock, 
facing away from him. When he was fully in her, Rolo got on the bed and 
stuck his cock in her pussy. There was some pain at first, but that was 
quickly washed away by the pure pleasure that rolled over her. Rolo and Beno 
got into a rhythm and soon Donna was having one enormous, glorious orgasm 
right after another. And that was just the beginning. ***

"Hey you, how was your day?" Tom asked coming in the kitchen through the 
side door. "Rained all day didn't it?"

"I didn't do much," Donna answered. "Polly was a busy slut though."

"Oh?" Tom said. "Really? How so?"

"She spent all morning in bed with two men," Donna said. "Fixed them 
something to eat and went right back to being fucked."

"I see," Tom said looking at her curiously. Donna was speaking in a soft 
southern drawl and didn't appear to even notice it. "Who were the guys?"

"Rolo and Zeke," she answered.

"Rolo being Blue?"

"No, Rolo is Rolo and Beno is Zeke, I think." Her voice was back to normal. 
"I thought Saturday night was wild. Little did I know." She laughed a wicked 
laugh. "Did you know that a woman's vagina can actually take two fairly big 
cocks at the same time?"

"No, I hadn't thought about it," Tom said. "I assume you discovered that 
first hand?"

"Oh yeah I certainly did. That and more. What's wrong, Tom?"

"I really wish you had waited for me to be here," he said. "Not a big deal, 
but I would have liked to have seen it. Maybe got in on the action."

"I'm sorry, Tom," she said jumping up to hug him. "I didn't plan it, it just 
happened." She knew on some level she had planed it. She wouldn't have gone 
out wearing that tiny bikini otherwise. She hadn't counted on Beno, but she 
knew she would fuck Rolo.

"Don't beat yourself up over it," Tom said soothingly. "It happens, I guess. 
Just keep me in mind next time."

"I will," Donna said a while thinking, 'I don't know if that slut Polly will 
or not.' ***

The rest of the week was fairly normal. Rolo and his crew worked on the 
landscaping project, Tom went to the office, and Donna worked on her 
manuscript. Donna was friendly to Rolo and Beno, but didn't put herself in 
any position to be tempted. She had given Rolo a copy of her manuscript as 
far as she had gotten. She wanted him to read about the activities at 
Ravenwood. Donna wasn't sure why exactly. It just seemed important to her.

On Friday just before noon she was surprised when Tom came home early. He 
laughed and told her he was starting a long weekend. Fifteen minutes later 
he was in the pool.

"That's looks refreshing, Tom," Rolo said carried some plants by the pool 
deck.

"I can testify that it is," Tom replied. "Jump in and cool off."

"No swim suit," Rolo said laughing.

"You don't need one. Not like we haven't seen you bare-assed."

Rolo stopped and turned back to Tom, "Maybe in a little while when I've sent 
the crew on home if you're serious."

"I'm as serious as a heart attack. Might want to keep your buddy, Beno, 
around, too. I'm thinking the Ravenwood players may want to perform today."

"I got it," Rolo said grinning. "I surely do get the picture. We'll be 
finished in a little while."

By three o'clock the only landscapers left were Beno and Rolo. They joined 
Tom and Donna under the patio canopy.

"I finished what you wrote," Rolo said. "I'll be the first to admit that you 
make a pretty good Polly, but I think you're missing out on something."

"What is that?" Donna said. She was wearing the tiny bikini

"Glory Anna," Rolo said. "I got the feeling that she was as strong a 
character as Polly."

"I think you're right," Donna agreed. "Glory Anna was right in the thick of 
things. She was just as big a slut as Polly if not bigger."

"She didn't have to be forced into having sex with a black man, like Polly 
did," Rolo said.

"Yeah, and she was the one who started the show and tell stuff," Tom added. 
"Well, not start it. I guess that was old Al Benson, but she was all right 
with it, anyway. You guys going to get wet?"

Beno quickly took his tennis shoes off and slipped his shorts soon followed. 
When he was naked he fell into the water backward causing a big splash. 
Rollo was right behind him.

"Shall we join them?" Tom asked. "Might as well strip, too."

"Be rude not to," Donna said untying the strings to her bikini. When she was 
at the pool's edge a black hand came out of the water and pulled her naked 
body in.

"Nice dive, Glory Anna," Tom called when she sputtered to the surface. 
"Olympic form I think."

"Glory Anna?" she said with a mischievous smile. "That's my character 
today?"

"Yes and I will be the crafty and evil Al Benson," Tom said diving in beside 
her.

"Who are Beno and me?" Rolo asked

"You will be Rolo the chief stud and Beno will be Blue."

"How come Rolo is the chief stud?" Beno asked.

"His cock is bigger," Donna/Glory Anna answered laughing. "Not much, but 
sometimes the race is won by mere inches, Beno. I mean Blue. She squealed 
and swam away with Beno/Blue right behind her.

"Remember what we talked about the other day?" Tom said softly to Rolo.

"Yeah. Is it tonight?"

"I think so. How many can you line up?"

"Eight or ten if I get on the phone before they all find something to do. 
Couple mentioned they wanted to bring their lady. You see a problem with 
that?"

"Nope, she'll be blindfolded at first. By the time she realized it's a mixed 
crowd, it won't make a bit of difference."

"You really think she'll go along with it?"

"Donna wouldn't touch it with a long pole, but Glory Anna would," Tom said.

Shortly before six o'clock Tom stopped the horse play between Donna/Glory 
Ann and the guys. There was a lot of touching and fondling and the woman was 
so hot she was nearly steaming.

***

"Were are y'all taking me?" Donna/Glory Anna asked from the back of the car. 
She was speaking in a soft southern drawl again. Tom had noticed she sliped 
into it more often of late. Beno/Blue was sitting beside her occasionally 
copping a feel of her breasts. She was blindfolded and a large carnival mask 
covered her face. Her hands were tied.

"Relax my dear," Tom/ Al Benson said from the drivers seat. "I'm taking you 
to an auction. It won't be long now."

"Okay," she said. "I'm Glory Anna so I guess I don't have any say in what's 
happenin', do I?"

They stopped near a barn, and Tom noticed with satisfaction that there were 
several cars and other vehicles in the barn lot. Light showed through the 
open doors. Glory Anna was led by Rolo on one side and Beno on the other 
into the building. She was led across a floor covered with sawdust and 
shavings, and up two steps to some sort of platform. She was feeling excited 
and a little bewildered at not being able to see anything.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen," she heard a voice say. "My name is Al 
Benson. In eighteen sixty very close to this place there was a slave 
auction. According to the advertisement one of the slaves was a woman and it 
lists her age at twenty-six. The advertisement also said she was highly 
trained in a variety of household chores. Tonight we will reenact that 
auction. You see standing before you a twenty-six year old woman who has 
been trained in a variety of chores. Are we ready to start the biding?"

"Hell no," a man's voice said loudly. "What does she look like under them 
clothes?"

"A fair question," Al Benson's voice said. Donna or Glory Anna felt his 
fingers pulling the strings that held the shift she was wearing. She felt it 
fall away. She hadn't recognized the voice that spoke and wondered who might 
be watching her. She felt a familiar tingle of excitement race up from her 
loins.

"Looks good," a voice said. "That don't mean much. What's she trained for?" 
Donna strained to recognize the man's voice. She thought it might be one of 
Rolo's workers but she wasn't sure. It didn't sound like the first voice.

"This woman can suck a dick," Al Benson said loudly over the murmur of 
several voices. "Her titties are big enough to tit fuck." She felt a hand 
grab a breast and shake it vigorously. Then another hand on the other 
breast.

"Tit fuckin' and giving a blow-job is all good," another voice, different 
from the others, said. "What else does this slave bitch do?"

"I'm glad you asked," Tom Greene said using his Al Benson voice. "She has a 
tight pussy, but she can take a big cock. Loves a big cock, as a matter of 
fact. Ain't that right woman?" He ran his finger up her bare slit causing 
her to shiver. "She loves a big black cock in her white pussy. Just can't 
get enough. That isn't the half of it, this slut can take a huge cock in her 
ass without any problem. Loves to have her ass fucked." She felt hands on 
her shoulders turning her around and forcing her to bend. Two hands roughly 
spread her butt cheeks and a finger probed into her well lubed anal passage.

"Can the bitch take two cocks in her at the same time?" a female voice 
asked. That shocked Donna. What was a woman doing there?

"Hell yes, she sure can! This little whore loves to be gang fucked. She 
loves to have every hole filled," Benson's persona said.

"Prove it!" another woman's voice said. "Put up or shut up!"

"Ah, you folks want a demonstration of her abilities," the voice of Al 
Benson said. "You shall have it then."

Glory Anna was pushed backward a few steps until she felt something soft hit 
the back of her knees. She heard Tom's voice said softly that it was a bed 
and for her to lay down. Glory Anna lay back and someone pulled her legs 
around and pulled them open.

"Look, you can see that she is wet and ready." Benson's voice said. "All 
right men, fuck the bitch and show these people what she can do."

Glory Anna grunted as a cock opened her pussy and slid in her. She was back 
in the barn being shown to the rednecks and the white trash except she knew 
that the voices she had heard were blacks. She raised her legs higher to 
accommodate the cock that was fucking her. She opened her mouth to accept 
the cock that touched her lips. She was sure that it was Rolo in her pussy 
and Beno or Blue in her mouth. Glory Anna only dimly heard Al Benson invite 
everyone to come closer to see the bitch get fucked. Over the next fifteen 
minutes or so the dicks were switched a couple of times.

"Ass fuck her," a woman's voice called out from very close. Donna/Glory Anna 
was put on her knees, lube applied and a hugged cock rammed into her ass. 
"Look at that slut," the woman's voice said. "She didn't even flinch."

"Double up on the cunt," a man said, also close. Glory Anna was coming hard 
every few minutes and she did again when another cock was shoved in her. The 
perverted sex continued for another half hour.

"Hell I'll give a dollar to have some of that ho," a man called out.

"Pay me," Al Benson said laughing. "Give me the money and come on up. Wrap 
this whore around your cock, man."

With the addition of a new cock Glory Anna felt even more stimulated then 
she had been. Whoever he was, he wasn't as large as Rolo or even Blue, but 
he was good.

"Get two dicks in her pussy," a woman's voice said. "Open that cunt up real 
good."

Glory Anna wasn't sure who's dicks were in her, and she didn't care. She 
wished there was someway she could get three cocks in her sloppy cunt.

"Hey man, take that fucking mask off and let us see the bitch," a man 
called. "We want to see this fuckin' whore." His request met with a lot of 
approval. Glory Anna felt the mask being removed. "That ain't no good," the 
voice complained. "Take that blindfold off, too."

"What about it Glory Anna," Tom's voice said in her ear. "You want these 
people to see you? Do you want to see them and see who's fucking you?" There 
was something comforting about being hidden behind the blindfold and mask, 
but right at that moment Glory Anna didn't care who saw her.

"I don't care," she gasped as another orgasm came on her. Suddenly there was 
light and she closed her eyes against the bright glare. When she managed to 
open them she could see Rolo on top of her and he was smiling down at her.

"Howdy, Glory Anna," he said.

"Hello stud," she whispered. She could hear the watchers murmuring.

"I know who she is!" a woman said excitedly. "I think she lives down on the 
old Ravenwood place!"

"Her name is Glory Anna Matthews," Al Benson said. "She was the mistress of 
Greenfield and fell upon hard times."

"Looks like she fell on hard cocks, to me," one of the women said laughing.

A short while later when Rolo and Blue had gotten their cocks out of her, 
Glory Anna looked around. There were twelve or fourteen faces watching her. 
They were all black and all looking excitedly back at her. Only two of the 
black faces were female.

Another man offered a dollar to fuck her and Al Benson, villain that he was, 
allowed him to come up and fuck Glory Anna. After that there were several 
other's willing to invest a buck in some white pussy.

"I'll give a dollar to let her lick my pussy," a woman said.

"Come on up," Al said laughing. "Get your pussy sucked."

Before Donna could protest, the woman straddled her face. Donna Greene had 
never had any sexual contact with another woman, but she remembered that 
Glory Anna had. On many occasions, so Glory Anna opened her mouth and gave 
the woman what was expected of her. The first woman dared another woman to 
get her pussy licked by a white woman and the dare was accepted and Glory 
Anna ate another pussy. She was constantly fucked while doing so.

"God, I loved that!" the first woman said. "Tommy get up here and fuck this 
bitch," she said to her date. "While you do, I'll get on her face again."

The rest of the night was variations of the same for Glory Anna. She lost 
all track of time and of her climaxes. When The men put her in the car it 
was almost three o'clock in the morning, but she didn't know it or care. ***

The sun was shining brightly when Donna woke. She lay there for a moment 
thinking about the unbelievable night before. She slowly got to her feet and 
started toward the bathroom. She stopped suddenly. There was no door to 
where the bathroom should be.

She looked around in confusion. There was no light switch on the wall, there 
was no telephone beside the bed where it should have been. Only a big bowl 
and pitcher. There was no air conditioner vents and the room was stifling. 
She ran to the open window and looked out. She gasped out loud. There was no 
patio, no fence or backyard, and no swimming pool. There was a barn and 
other out buildings, and several black men leading mules, laughing and 
talking to each other. Chickens were pecking at the hard packed ground. It 
was the old Ravenwood. Something was terribly wrong.

"Get your lazy ass up, Glory Anna," a stranger said opening the door. "Some 
of the boys want a little pussy before they start to plow the cotton." He 
was followed by two naked black men, both strangers to her, but one looked 
remarkably like Rolo her landscaper. The other was a cruel looking, sneering 
man.

"Who do you think you are?" Donna stammered.

"I know who I am," the white man said. "I'm Adam Blain. Get that night gown 
off and get to fuckin'." He opened the door wider. "Polly get your ass in 
here and help Glory Anna fuck these boys." A smiling naked white woman came 
in. The woman was a complete stranger yet somehow familiar. Then she 
recognized the woman. It was Donna Greene the woman she had seen in the 
mirror many times. She was still screaming when the man who looked somewhat 
like Rolo grabbed the gown and ripped it from her body and threw her down on 
the bed. He roughly pushed her legs apart and shoved his hard black cock in 
her causing her to cry out louder in pain. Suddenly she realized what was 
happening to her, and Glory Anna Matthews started screaming again and 
continued to scream until she passed out.

So ends the tale of the Ravenwood diaries.