The obvious.

Dear Diary, (May 22nd)

I still cannot believe what my cousin wants from me.

Dressed as I was in the scanty night gown in his private chambers late at night, I was not at all surprised when he pushed me onto my father's old bed. I had long since come to the inevitable conclusion that he'd by using me like the fancy girl I now was. What I was not expecting was the cruel intent he had for me as his ****, but I am getting ahead of myself.

“As pretty as you look in that dress, Dolly,” The way Miles smiled at me as he ordered me to strip made my stomach turn. “I'd hate to see it get stained.” As I record his words on these pages, I feel more strongly than ever that my cousin probably did expect he was going to be the man who ruptured my maidenhead and bloody my thighs. If so though, he made no attempt to make my first time gentle; in fact, he showed no mercy at all as he joined me on the bed and kneed my legs apart.

“I guess your mother never told you how she stole Uncle Tim's wallet when she made across the river up there in Wilmington.” The smile on his face grew even broader. “I guess that makes you a thousand-dollar prime piece of meat, doesn't it, Dolly?”

I wasn't going to give Miles the pleasure of reacting, not to anything he said - not even when he roughly jammed his member into me. If he wanted to hear me scream, I'm afraid he was neither the first man nor anywhere near the largest man I've had sex with. Don't get me wrong, it was not comfortable to have him **** his way into me without any attempt to ready me, but I was already starting to juice up and after the first few dry thrusts my body accepted him without difficulty.

“I should have known you were a nasty whore!” Miles hand closed around my throat and squeezed as his pace picked up. “It is, after all, in your savage African blood, to spread your legs like a mare in heat.” Only now as I have time to reflect, am I struck by the irony of Miles calling me the savage and accusing me of being sexually promiscuous. At the time, I was too overwhelmed to think about anything other than the shame and anger that I was fighting to keep hidden from the man forcing himself on me.

“You like this, Dolly?” Even if I wanted to answer, I doubt I could have gasped out any kind of answer, but my cousin wasn't really expecting an answer anyways. “You like having a white cock stretching open your nigger pussy!”

The way he was grunting and groaning made it clear that Miles was enjoying forcing me like this. As far as I was concerned, the faster he reached his climax, the quicker this would be over.

“I bet this is how my uncle fucked your whore-Mama.” By now I was seeing stars in my eyes from lack of air and thankfully Miles lowered his body onto mine and changed his grip to my shoulder so he could thrust even deeper into my sex. “How he planted his seed in her fertile womb.” Until that moment, I hadn't given much thought to the natural consequence of this encounter, but as he approached his climax it was pretty clear that he wasn't going to pull out like my other lovers did.

“Are you ripe, Dolly?” He seemed excited by the idea of impregnating me, “Is your belly going to swell with a new **** for my estate?”