The Sugar Cane Plantation – The Next Morning

Exploring my land and meeting another of my workforce.

The bright sun hitting my face brought me out of my alcohol induced stupor. I stretched and was treated by aching joints, neck and a banging headache. With the taste of stale rum on my tongue I staggered to the hand pump and pumped the cold water over my head and body, washing away the sweat of the night.

Somewhat more awake, I went inside the house to change my clothes.

When I returned, one of the maids had prepared a light breakfast and some much needed coffee. By the time I had finished I felt almost human again and ready to explore my land.

I ordered a stable boy to saddle up my horse and I set out on a trek around the plantation.

The property is massive and, according to Daniel, it would take a good two hours to ride around the perimeter.

It was a warm day as usual and after about an hour the trail brought me out of the tree line and on to a bright white sandy beach. My beach! It marked one of the boundaries of the plantation. My father had often written about the beach, it was a place he loved and I could see why.

I let my horse gallop through the waves, enjoying the wind and spray in my face. We rode for a few miles in either direction seeing no other human or animal the whole time. Bessie, my horse absolutely loved splashing through the waves at the edge of the sand and finally she went into the sea neck deep, loving the cool water on her body.

We returned to the sand and I tied her in the shade of a tree whilst I stripped naked and went back into the sea for a swim.

Afterwards, I lay in the shade of a palm tree on the sand drinking in the sights, sounds and smells of my own little paradise. The fine sand was warm and white, the sea azure blue and rippling sliver as the sunlight sparked off the waves. There was not a l cloud in the sky, just endless blue. The waves shushed onto the shore and a light breeze wafted the palm fronds over my head.

The remnants of my hangover and morning aches had gone and I felt fully alive. I allowed my mind to wander and I slipped into sleep.

When I awoke, I was not alone. Further down the beach I saw a young woman emerge from the trees and head towards the water. Just shy of the edge, she stopped and removed her skirt. From my vantage point I couldn’t make out if she was wearing anything underneath, but I thought not.

She continued and removed her top. I was sure she was not wearing anything under that. I could see she had nice firm upturned breasts. Her hair was tied back in a frizzy bun and her dark brown skin glistened in the sun.

She had not spotted me, so I watched with growing excitement as she strode to the water, swinging her hips causing her bottom to move in a quite provocative manner. I was aroused.

I put on my britches, shirt and wide brimmed hat, so as not to burn, and walked over to where the young woman had left her clothes and waited, watching her splash about oblivious to my presence.

After 10 or 15 minutes, she began making her way back to the shore and that is when she noticed me. She stopped dead, stooping down in the water so it covered her body and stared at me with a frightened look on her face.

“Come out of the water young lady”, I ordered. She made no move to comply.

“Who are you and what are you doing here”, I demanded, “this is private property”.

“I work here with my parents if you please master” she stammered.

“What is your name” I asked. “Jennifer” she replied.

“Well Jennifer”, I said, “do you know who I am”?

“Yes, you be the new white master” she said, looking down at the water.

“So if you know who I am, and that I own you, then why are you still in the water and not up here on the shore like I told you”, I said with impatience creeping into my voice.

“Master”, she said “I be a god fearing young woman and I be without clothes. It would be shameful for me to be seen by your eyes as naked as the day I was born”.

“Jennifer, come out of the water or I will come in and get you, do you understand” I asked.

She nodded and stood up slowly with her arms covering her breasts and her hand covering her quim. She approached with her eyes lowered looking deeply unhappy.

“May I call you Jenny”, I asked. She nodded.
“So Jenny, please look at me, put you arms by your sides and stand up straight when you talk to me” I ordered.

“But master, please” she pleaded.

“Jenny” I said raising my voice. She moved her hands.

Jesus, Mary, Joseph and all the saints I thought. Those tits, that pussy, oh my God. “Turn around Jenny” I told her.She spun around and into view swept soft round brown buttocks.

I lowered my britches and placed my hard hot cock against her ass. She tried to pull,away, but I held her hips tightly reaching round for her pussy. She blocked the way with her hand but I easily move it and got my fingers on her pussy. She tried to move away from my hand, pushing her ass hard on to my cock, causing my cock to squeeze into her butt crack.

Oh, that felt really great. With my dick held firmly between her buttocks, my thrusts were much more satisfying. I moved another hand onto her tits and began to enjoy those. They were beautifully firm and pointy.

I turned her around and buried my face between those boobies. Rubbing my face over her nipples and nibbling on them as they passed. All the time she was trying to push me away.

I wrestled her to the sand and scrambled between her legs, pushing my cock against her pussy. It was soft with a light covering of black hair. I held her down with one hand on her chest and placed my cock against the opening to her vagina. She became very vocal. “Please, don’t do that master, I am a good and innocent girl” she said, “l am too young for that master”.

I stopped. How old are you I asked. “I am not yet 15 years master” she whispered.

“You are almost 15 I said, that’s plenty old enough”.

“But master, your maleness is much too large for me, she said, I be feared it will tear me apart”.

“Come on Jenny, you are a big girl” and I pushed right inside her. She screamed so loud I had to put my hand over her mouth. There was no chance that anyone could hear her, but it was mighty annoying.

Her pussy fit my cock so perfectly that I could feel every contour inside her. She was becoming wetter making it easier to slide in and out. She had stopped struggling and started moving her hips in time with mine. “See, I told her, ‘“you are a big girl”.

I propped myself up on my arms and took a good long look at her. As if seeing her for the first time, I could see her features were finer than other negro girls I had seen. Her nose was narrower and her lips thinner. Her skin a beautiful light brown and her hair ever so slightly straighter and less wiry than the other girls. And those eyes, oh those eyes, blue green like fathomless pools.

I quickened my pace, desperate for release. I hardly noticed Jenny thrashing under me. I had a single goal, to reach my climax. My mouth watered in anticipation and I could hear the blood pumping in my ears. “Fucking Hell Jenny” I shouted, I love you my sweet girl” as my balls clenched and cock erupted inside her little brown pussy.

I couldn’t swear to it, but as my orgasm subsided, I thought I felt her little pussy contracting over and over. She was definitely panting, but that could have been due to my weight on her making it hard for her to breath. Who knew, well she did, but she wasn’t talking.

I slid out , followed by a flood of cum and blood. So much cum.

I helped her to her feet and led her into the waves to clean up both of us. Once the sea had washed us clean she followed me out of the water where I dried her gently with my shirt and helped her dress.

“Are you OK”I asked, feeling a bit guilty that I had gotten so carried away. I could not read her expression when she replied, “Yes master”.

“Jenny, I hope I didn’t hurt you, but you have to understand, we have to keep what happened today between us. I don’t want any trouble from you or your family, you would only come off worst. tell me you understand”, I demanded. She nodded and said “Yes, of course master”.

She turned and disappeared into the trees.

I dressed and mounted Bessie. We rode back to the house where Daniel stood. I dismounted and handed the reigns to the stable boy to take care of her.

Walking up to Daniel I noticed he had an angry red patch on one cheek. “What happened there” I said, gesturing to the injured cheek. He looked a bit embarrassed. “I had a little trouble with two of the workers, it was the husbands of those two women we were with last night, they were not too pleased”.

“What happened”, I asked.

“Me and a few overseers had to explain the way things worked around here, they understand now” he said.

“How did you get that” I said pointing to his cheek.

“Let’s just say that one of them decided to argue with me and caught me with a sucker punch, he won’t do it again” he said grimly.

“You don’t mean he is dead” I asked with horror.

“No, of course not, we can’t afford to lose young strong workers, but we can’t have them getting all upperty either”.” So he might have to take today off work, but I’ll be making sure he is back in the fields tomorrow” Dan explained.

So, what have you been up to today Boss, he asked.

“I ran into one our younger workers”, I said. “I spent the afternoon with her down at the beach with her, she was very accommodating.” I smiled.

“Oh which one” Dan asked.

“Jenny” I said.

“You mean Jennifer” Dan said looking horrified.

“Yes, lovely looking girl, about 15 yo” I said.

“You didn’t fuck her did you boss” he said looking horrified.

“Well I didn’t play dolls house with her, of course a bloody fucked her, she was delicious” I told him.

He looked grim and shock his head. “I don’t know how to tell you this Boss”, he said, “but I’m 95 % certain that your father sired her, he was always fucking her mother. I’m pretty sure you just fucked your own sister”.

I didn’t know what to think about that. Did it change anything? I wasn’t sure I felt any different about the things. It didn’t changed how Jenny looked or felt.

“Are there any other of my half siblings around that I should know about”, I asked.

“Quite a few, in fact most of the kids under 20 around here we suspect were fathered by your father” he told me, “He did have an eye for the young black girls”.

Mmm, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree I thought. Well, a bit of insect never hurt anyone, ha, ha.

I wonder which of my fathers offspring I would encounter next.

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