Authors: Powerone
He didn't know if he could last much longer, especially where her finger was. She was tickling his anus, her fingernail dancing over the tight knot, sending delicious shivers of lust into his swollen balls. They ached, needing to dump his cum on her hand. He bit his lips as he waited for the expected. “EEEEGGG,” his body jerking forward as she pushed her finger into his asshole with a quick snap that took his breath away. Her hand was stroking his cock quicker, the cum building in his balls as he felt the uncomfortable feeling as her finger wormed in his rectum, massaging the tight knot of his prostrate. She would push down hard on the muscle making his cock dance in her hand. The finger dug deeper into his asshole, pushing in his tight passage.
His asshole sucked her finger into the hot depths. She stroked his cock quicker taking full strokes; her fingernail racing over the head of his cock feeling it jerk and shudder in her hand. He was ready to cum. “Good boy. Cum for me now.” She dug a second finger in his asshole and that was all that was needed. His head rose up as he bellowed out his lust, her hand pumping up and down the thick cock as she felt the cum racing up the shaft. His first load of cum shot out into an arc that went at least two feet before it fell to the floor, the ropey mixture splattering on the clean floor. She pumped his cock harder, a second load shooting out and the head of his cock glistening in the light as another load of cum splattered on the floor. She twisted her fingers in his asshole, feeling his sphincter tightly grip her fingers as he came a third and final time. It looked like gallons of cum on the floor, Madison only imaging what it would feel like to have her pussy filled with his abundant sperm.
She finally pulled her fingers out of his asshole, looking down to see all his cum on the floor. He opened his mouth as her fingers came to his lips, knowing he had no choice if he wanted her to buy him. He licked her soiled fingers until she pulled them out.
"Lick the cum from the floor.” She watched as he obeyed just as if he were a little boy, his face pressed against the floor as his tongue lapped up the thick cum that coated it. She tapped his naked ass when he finished. “You did good.” She opened the door, the guards taking him away, his loincloth still missing, his flaccid cock hanging down almost to his knees.
The General saved the best for last. He had seen over ten of them, finally deciding on four. They were all young and tender, only one not a virgin, yet her other two holes were. He did buy two older women, needing some more maturity for the household staff. He waited anxiously for Mary, the door finally opening. His cock grew in his pants as he looked at her. She was once again wearing the thin dress, but it failed to hide her lovely body. Her firm tits pushed out the front, nipples from excessive fondling pushed out like hard pebbles. The thin dress clung to her legs, The General's imagination getting the best of him, almost able to make out her slit between her legs as she walked. He let her pass, enjoying the way her ass swayed so seductively, teasing him with the pleasure he would get from taking her in her ass.
Mary was scared when she saw him. He was so much older then the rest of the men that pawed at her body, too often finding her body stripped naked and pushed over a table as sharp fingers violated her private opening until she cried out. They were unconcerned for her, only wanting to test her to see if she were a virgin, though she could have told them that she was. She hated it most of all when they stuck a finger up her backside, shamed as the finger pressed hard on her muscles as she squirmed on the table. It burned, Mary glad when she was released, unable to control the spasms in her tiny hole for minutes afterwards. Master Samuel had told her to be especially nice to this one. He would most like become her Master.
"Leave us alone,” Samuel slipping out the door as the General moved closer to Mary.
"Such a pretty child,” the General pressed close to Mary, his hand running down her long black hair to move it from her face. Her hair was curly, but it hung almost to her waist, the General imagining how she would look naked, her black hair covering her naked breasts, a nipple peaking out from the curly hair. She had such lovely, silky light-brown skin, his hand rubbing her cheek as the frightened girl watched him, her hands in fists at her side. He slid his hand down her back, pushing in the small of her back. “Stand up straight.” He watched as her heaving breasts arched up, the tips pushing hard on the thin fabric.
He forced her body to straighten, her chest pushed out in front of her. Her nipples were sensitive from all the fingers that pinched them, the men forcing them to become erect as Mary resisted. They always pinched too hard making her yelp in pain, but they cared little for her pain. The hand slid lower down her back, below her waist to run over the gentle curve of her buttocks. They had taken her panties, his fingers running over her crack, Mary tightening her buttocks as the hand slid casually over her taut cheeks.
He felt the muscles of her ass tighten up, his cock jerking as he imagined how it would feel to be inside her pussy or asshole when she did that, gripping his cock, her muscles rippling up and down the shaft. He slapped her ass, Mary looking over at him, hatred in her eyes. “Don't deny your body to me,” his voice demanding. His hands returned to her ass cheeks, finding her cheeks relaxed and his finger trailing up and down the sharp fissure of her crack. He ran his hands over her well rounded buttocks. He would delight in whipping and paddling the pert flesh.
His hand was running freely over her ass, Mary fighting to keep her cheeks from involuntarily clenching tight. Her ass still stung from the slap. She shivered each time his finger ran over her anus, still remembering the fingers that probed so harshly in her tight hole. She never understood the whites’ love for such a disgusting hole.
The General left her ass alone. For the moment. His fingers slipped up to her lips, running across her thick lips with his fingertip. She looked at him but didn't do anything to stop him. His fingers slipped into her mouth, pressing against her teeth. “Open your mouth.” She obeyed without question, never realizing his intensions. Two fingers slipped into her mouth, grabbing her slippery tongue and yanking it out until it was out of her lips. His other hand ran over the pink, wet tongue almost clinically. He let go of her tongue, his fingers pushing back into her mouth, three fingers now, pushing and exploring every nook and cranny in her hot mouth. Her lips were stretched wide, tears in her eyes as she endured the probing in her mouth.
She didn't understand what he was doing. She hated the foul taste of his fingers that permeated her mouth, tasting like old tobacco. The fingers pushed so far into her mouth that she had to open wide, fearing he would break her jaw. Her lips were stretched taut around his fingers as they continued to probe deep into her mouth. “AAAAAGGGG.” She gagged, her hands coming up, the General slapping them back down with his free hand. He had shoved his fingers down her throat, Mary choking and gagging as the fingers pushed into her tight passage. His other hand held her head tight so she couldn't escape, the fingers twisting and turning, another retch from deep in her stomach. She felt relief when he pulled his fingers out, but they quickly shot back in, four fingers breaching her throat as her mouth opened wide from the initial gag. “EEEEEGGGGGH.” Her tears stained her cheeks, her eyes opening wide each time she gagged.
Why was he doing such a thing?
The General liked the way her throat muscles clung so possessively to his fingers. Her sharp gag thrilled him, twisting his fingers in her tight throat while she choked, tears running down her pain filled face. She would do such delightful things to his cock when he fucked her face and throat, her involuntary contractions rippling along the shaft of his cock. She never got used to his fingers in her throat, a constant belching and choking until he pulled his fingers free. Spit dribbled down her chin, the General wiping it off. He didn't say anything to her.
At least he took his fingers out of her mouth, her stomach still turning from the constant choking. His fingers lightly traced over her full breasts, not harsh like the others, barely touching her. She couldn't stop her nipples from swelling erect as though they were trying to reach out to the fingers that teased so close. She could feel the blood pounding in the tips and almost welcomed his touch.
The General greedily kneaded the resilient mound, his fingers searching out the erect tip of her nipple, his powerful fingers squeezing it until he drew a surprised gasp from Mary's lips. He could feel the almost-naked nipple throbbing beneath his fingertips as Mary hissed between her tightly pain-clenched lips. But her hands stayed at her side. “Such lovely titties.” He released the nipple, his hand still caressing her full breasts, hefting them up and watching as they gently bounced up and down when he released them. His fingers went to her other nipple, teasing the tip until it swelled to his touch, her body shivering, never knowing when he would twist the sensitive flesh.
She couldn't stop her nipples from swelling, the tips abused so much that just the lightest touch would send them erect. She gritted her teeth as she waited for the inevitable pinching, but the hand was surprisingly gentle as it caressed her breasts.
The General slowly unbuttoned the dress, peeling back the material, the generous cleavage of her full, brown breasts revealed to him again. The last buttons tore off, the General too eager to expose her lovely naked flesh. His hands hastily pushed the dress off her shoulders until her two heaving breasts were naked to the bright light of the room. She had dark areolas that covered her tan breasts. They were the size of silver dollars and her nipples were hard and pointed. His hands enjoyed the luxurious feel of her smooth skin as his calloused hands played across her bare breasts. He wished he could take his cock out and make her stroke it, but he would soon have her on the plantation, able to take her and defile her slowly and deliberately.
She felt him tug the dress off her body, Mary standing naked before him. He made her step out of the only garment that covered her naked body, the General stepping back to admire her naked body as he spun her around so he could inspect her front and back.
She had a full bush that covered her mound, black wiry hair, his fingers catching in the strands as they pushed through her bush. A sharp yelp came from her lips as he yanked out errant hairs, the General eager to test her soft insides. He spun her around and forced her to bend over. His hands pulling back her cheeks, feeling her fighting him until he spoke harshly to her, her cheeks going limp in surrender. He pulled the cheeks apart, the tiny mouth of her tightly puckered anus nestled in the tight crevice of her ass cheeks, looking lower to see the pink flanges of her pussy slit beneath. He knelt down between her legs, his hands on the inside of her black, silky thighs, urging them apart. “Spread your legs for me, Mary.” He watched as her pussy unfurled before his eyes. His eyes took in the full swelling curves of her body, her full hips and the black triangle of her bush between her luscious black thighs. He could see her moist juices glistening on the dark, forbidden opening of her vagina and running down the full length of the full, narrow valley of her slit, her puffy black lips pulling back to reveal the pink insides.
She felt his fingers tugging the fleshy outer folds of her lips open, pulling too wide as he gained full access to her inner crevice. “EEEEEH,” sucking in her breath as she felt his fingers flicking at her erect clit. The General gave a quick twist of his wrist, shoving a thick finger up her wide open thighs, skewering it into the hot depths of her pussy until it banged against her innocence, a sharp cry of pain escaping from her lips. Her body tensed as she waited to see if he would bust her hymen, forever taking her innocence from her in such a brutal way. Her body almost sagged down as his finger pulled back, her hymen still intact. His finger teased the wet sensitive walls of her vagina, Mary gasping loudly.
The General could feel her juices as his fingers twisted in her hot, tight hole. She was a virgin; his finger fighting to get inside; her pussy would have to stretch to take his formidable weapon. Her clit was swollen and red almost like a tiny cock. He took his finger out of her pussy. He peeled her cheeks apart until the tiny wrinkled opening to her anus was visible, tiny black hairs ringing the dark hole. His fingers touched her anus lightly, smiling as the tiny hole went into a series of spasms that made the hole appear to open and close.
She couldn't control her own muscles as the finger probed her backside. The fingernail teased around her hole, not like the others stabbing harshly inside her with their sharp fingers. His fingers touched her like no other; Mary was surprised by the nerve endings on her backside. She felt the gentle pressure of the tip of his finger on her anus, slowly his finger becoming more insistent as she waited for the inevitable burning as her anal ring would be forced open to take in the intruder. No matter how much she was expecting it, she still cried out. “AAARRRGGG!” She tried to move to escape the impaling finger but the General moved with her, his finger swirling around in the narrow contracting passage.
The General twisted his finger in her asshole, working excitedly to expand and enlarge it, testing it for elasticity, a greater thickness to come. His finger continued to probe her asshole until he felt Mary groe accustom to it, rocking back and forth on his inward thrust, matching his rhythm stroke for stroke.
She didn't understand it, the initial pain going away, just a fullness that was discerning. She found her hips moving with his finger, not understanding her reaction. His other hand snaked around her hips, finding her puffy lips and slipping up and down them, his fingertip exploring her flesh, finding her wetness growing. His finger reached up to her clit, pinching and pulling it until it throbbed. One finger slid down to slip inside her moist channel, sliding inside until it banged against hymen then partially withdrew. It felt strange, two fingers inside her, pushing in and out as if they were trying to meet somewhere deep in her body. Her hips began to rock back and forth as she struggled with the inner turmoil.