Coming together

Another week passed peacefully.

The oppressive fear and dread that hung over the plantation had all but dissolved. The remaining white families found work to do every day to make their lot more livable and it did wonders in alleviating the most pervasive of their worries.

The Davis plantation had fully evolved into a Union military outpost. Samuel had coordinated with his higher ups to turn Davis Plantation into a Union logistics and supply depot, thus justifying camping his men there.

Thanks to this arrangement, there was no shortage of food and necessities for all. The constant flow of supplies coming in and going out of the plantation allowed Eleanor to tax a small portion of goods as they passed through.

While Eleanor Davis was acknowledged as the leader of the surviving white families, she was often busy riding out with Samuel Godfree to scout the region or managing the supply depots with her sons and daughters. The matrons of the Williams, Miller, and Smith families had stepped up to manage the rest on their own. And they found that they were often not too burdened by the tasks at hand due to the plentiful pair of young black hands that were available.

The young black soldiers were eager to please and generous with their time and energy. The women found the black boys to be quite jovial and uplifting which made them very good company.

Eventually, each woman found time to return the favor in their own way. Margaret Williams used to teach at a schoolhouse, so now she spends hours a day teaching words and numbers to any young soldier who would learn. Theresa Smith was a pastor’s daughter and a pastor’s wife. Thus she started spreading the good word of god to these young black sheep whenever she could. Wendy Miller was good with needle and thread and would accept anything these young soldiers brought that needed mending.

The growing closeness between the troops and the women did not go unnoticed by Eleanor. She wondered if it was because the three matrons exuded motherly affection and many of the black boys never even knew their parents. Likewise, the boyish youthfulness of the soldiers, many of them barely men, must also elicit some motherly instincts from Margaret, Theresa, and Wendy.

Or perhaps it was because the boys had gone without a woman’s touch for too long, if ever. Margaret, Emily, and Sarah may be married women and experienced mothers, but they were still quite comely, each lovely by their own virtue and charms.

Eleanor herself was starting to miss her husband’s touch. Lately, the nights have started to feel too cold for her liking. She found herself stealing glances at Samuel much more frequently and entertaining thoughts that she wouldn’t in the right godly mind allow.

Samuel has also been spending much more time with Eleanor’s daughters, often dropping by the house to ask how everyone was getting along. Eleanor could taste the electric excitement in the air whenever her girls anticipated Samuel to come for a visit. Her boys on the other hand had mixed reactions. Young Austin was wary, but polite towards Samuel. Alvin however, could barely contain his disgust and did his best to avoid Samuel entirely.

One evening, Samuel had come over to the house for dinner. After a lovely meal with the family, Eleanor and Samuel retired to the study to review plans and discuss League matters.

Eleanor had woken up particularly horny that morning and Samuel’s close presence now was inflaming her insides like nothing she ever experienced.

After about an hour of sorting through some correspondences and small talk, Samuel got up from the chair to stretch his legs. He walked up to the window and casually gazed out of the manor.

Eleanor hadn’t meant to steal glances at Samuel, but found it impossible not to, particularly today of all times when she was craving for companionship. She watched the handsome, tall, young black man lean against the wall by the window and noticed a coy smile form on his lips.

Samuel gaze suddenly darted to Eleanor, catching her staring at him. Blushing, Eleanor quickly looked away.

“Come here and see this, missus,” Samuel’s deep, verberating voice shook Eleanor to her bones.

She put down some letters which she had been skimming and stepped around the desk to move up to the window beside Samuel.

“What is…. Oh…” Eleanor said and then trailed off as her throat suddenly became dry.

The window looked out past a fence to a large barn. Beside the barn, a makeshift campfire circle had been set up with logs for sitting framing an orange crackling bonfire center. The area itself was boxed in by the barn and a stable and was a distance away from the main army camp. The other main residences were also on the opposite side of the main manor, which makes the bonfire circle rather secluded from the rest of the plantation, yet remained in direct view of the study window.

Eleanor was aware that some of the young black union soldiers would gather around the fire at that spot to relax and unwind after a long day. Someone would strum a banjo or play a harmonica while they laughed and told stories. Eleanor was also aware that just recently, several of the young white girls have been joining them.

It started innocently enough. The girls would walk by the fireplace on the way back from a walk in the flowery grassfields beyond, and the black boys would greet them jovially. Before long, the girls would stop by the fire place to trade a few words.

Eleanor didn’t know when the girls started joining the fire circle, but they were there now, three of them sitting on the logs amidst three black boys. Eleanor recognized the face of Margaret’s beautiful strong-willed 20-year-old daughter, Hannah Williams, in the flickering orange light. Her long, straight, silky chestnut-brown hair had been casually let down. There were also the bubbly and bright, 21-year-old Betsy Miller, and her 19-year old pretty but shy sister, Dolly Miller, whose coppery hair both looked redder beside the flames.

There was no conversation going on around the campfire, nor was music played. Eleanor supposed that that moment had passed. Because at the present, Hannah Williams and the black boy sitting on the log beside her were tentatively locking lips while the others watched with baited breath and trepidation.

Samuel easily stepped away from the window back to the desk where he started putting out candles and lamps, resigning the study to shadows.

“Don’t want to be spooking them, missus,” Samuel said when Eleanor gave him a questioning look.

Eleanor returned her gaze outside to the fireplace beside the barn. Hannah’s kiss with the black boy had ended and there were now blushes and giggles around the fire. The boy, evidently unfulfilled leaned in and kissed Hannah again. This time with heightened urgency.

The other two boys wasted no time making their moves, sliding easily beside Betsy and Dolly Miller and gently caressing their arms with coal-black hands. The girls visibly shuddered but made no attempt to move away or discourage the boys.

Eleanor’s breath started misting the window pane. Her heart was racing terribly. She gasped when Samuel came up behind her and slid his big black hands up the sides of her arms in a casual manner.

While the three interracial couples out by the barn progressed into making out with their partners, Samuel started planting kisses down Eleanor’s pale, swan-like neck, making her shudder.

Moments of beleaguered panting ticked by.

Outside, the young black soldiers gently **** the white girls to an adjacent grassy clearing and coaxed them on their back. The faces of three black boys soon disappeared under the frock dresses of the three girls. Heather, Betsy, and Dolly’s mouths opened in unison. Their sharp gasps could be heard across the space behind the closed window.

Eleanor realized she was now leaning forwards, supporting herself on the window sill. She was standing, slightly bent over and Samuel had hiked her skirt up from behind and was pulling down her undergarments.

Eleanor’s heart thumped in her ears. She could barely process what was going on outside anymore beyond the fact that the three white girls were being mounted by the young black soldiers.

Samuel’s fingers explored Eleanor’s hot, dripping, cunt, making her hiss with pleasure. The boy was skilled, knowing exactly how to touch and penetrate her with his fingers and make her cry out.

“You need me, missus?” Samuel’s voice cut through her mind’s haze.

“Yessssss….” Eleanor heard herself say, seemingly beyond her control.

Eleanor hissed again as she felt something long, thick, and hot slide between her thighs and rub against her quivering pink slit. Samuel moved it back and forth, teasing her yearning cunt.

“Samuel…” Eleanor gasped, shaking with need.

“Say it… Say you need my nigger dick,” Samuel said.

Outside in the field, black boys held the white girls’s hands down on the grass. Several mouths latched on to their exposed pink tipped breasts. All the while, their legs were raised high while black boys pumped their hips ceaselessly between their parted nubile white thighs. There were more black boys now, and even more still were popping up from the shadows beyond the flickering fire. They stood paces away, slowly working off their belts and britches.

“I… NEED YOUR NIGGER DICK, SAMUEL!” Eleanor declared breathlessly.

Samuel seized Eleanor’s shapely hips and angled himself behind her. In the next moment, Eleanor felt the gratifying sensation of her tight cunt opening up and slowly impaled.

Eleanor closed her eyes and her mouth gaped. “Lord Jesus!” She gasped as her young black protege stretched her beyond anything she had ever experienced. “Ohhh Samuel!”

“You’re like a virgin, missus!” Samuel growled.

“You’re ENORMOUS!” Eleanor panted.

Samuel slowly fucked the beautiful white woman, his big black cock gaining fresh virgin depths with each purposeful thrust into her tight, pink, married cunt.

“Oh Lord! Oh my Lord!” Eleanor moaned. She had begun pushing her hips back to meet each of Samuel’s thrusts, effectively impaling herself deeper and deeper…. “AAAAAHH!” she cried out. Her body tensed and she shook mightily with a powerful orgasm.

They paused their coupling to catch their breath.

Eleanor had no idea how much time had passed. The scene outside had changed as well. Heather was now on all fours, getting mated from behind by a black youth like an animal. Betsy was still lying on her back beside Heather. A black boy rose from mounting her and another black boy stepped in to assume his place between her sprawled, lily-white legs. Dolly was being lifted by a big black boy who thrusted into her while holding her against his chest by her bottom.

Eleanor glimpsed Heather’s flushed and sweaty face as she tossed back her hair and met the thrusts of the black boy behind her with an expression of jubilance. Subconsciously, Eleanor pushed back against Samuel again, taking more black cock.

Samuel gently resumed his thrusts, but Eleanor urgently fucked him back. Soon she had Samuel’s entire big black cock sliding in and out of her stretched cunt, taking it all the way to the base. Eleanor’s eyes were tightly closed. Unknown to her, her own lips had taken the same jubilant smile she witnessed on young Heather’s face only moments earlier.

“Yessss! Oh yesss! Ohhh Samuel! Don’t stop!” Eleanor moaned deliriously.

Eleanor lost count of the number of orgasms she experienced while fucking Samuel’s big black cock. She seemed to be having a couple every minute.

The couple rutted hotly until Samuel suddenly grabbed Eleanor’s waist to pin her against him. The young black man let out a long, low, gutteral, grunt.

Eleanor felt Samuel explode inside her, gloriously flooding her depths with his hot seed. She cried out in ecstasy and came with him.