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Plantation Fun House

Chapter 8

   Chapter 8

   Mother's face was shiny with dried cum and we were both sticky with sweat. 
Jess decided we needed a bath and that was welcome news.  When he gave Sissy
instructions one part came as a shock.  He told her to make sure on pain of a
pussy whipping to flush all three of us out clean in our ass.  He finished by
telling momma to help Sissy get her pussy shaved clean too.

   I thought Sissy took too much on herself by insisting we take two enemas, but
given the peculiar circumstances we didn't argue.  A tepid bath never felt so
good.  I could hear the white men working on their second bottle and joking
profanely, making our time in the bath less pleasant.  We were just getting out
when Seth shouted for us to move our asses.  Mother and I were still so shamed
by it all that what little conversation we had was comical in its formality,
like two old spinsters discussing the weather.

   Somehow, maybe because of my bald mound, I was nearly as embarrassed coming
into the room as I had been the first time.  My breath stopped altogether at the
sight that met us.  While we were in the bath the white men all took off their
clothes and now slumped in their chairs with their legs askew.  Without a trace
of modesty, their genitals lay against a thigh or between hairy legs.  Despite
my own embarrassment I was fascinated by the differences in their male
equipment.  Frank's prick was the smallest, at least when soft.  It was just a
couple inches long and all wrinkled up and brown.  Seth was much bigger,
especially in girth.  Jess's was frightening.  Neither of the other two were as
big as Moss, and lots smaller than Rufus.  Jess's prick was something else
altogether, laying fat and long over his thigh.  It looked to be a good eight
inches long, and while I had only the knowledge gained that day from watching
the slave men get hard and then go soft, my instincts told me it would be too
big to go where nature intended.

   Jess was obviously proud of it judging by the crooked smile on his face as
all three of us women looked at it with open mouths.  He said, "Much as I'd like
to dally with a good sucking for the three of us, you white bitches have shown
me you are way short of being trusted to do a good job.  So the work goes to the
little house gal while you two cunts start learning how to act right.  When
you're begging to tongue fuck our assholes and I think you mean it, we'll hurt
you a little more to be sure."



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