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Author’s Note: If you are offended by race play, please do not read this story.
“I don’t got nothing against a man being a man, but he oughtn’t yell at his woman that way. And I hear he beats on her. What if she were pregnant, Jim,” said Jeremiah Snodgrass.
“What you goin’ do ’bout it, Missa Snodgrass?” Jim asked.
“Oh, I don’t know, Jim. I don’t want to deal with the backlash that son-bitch would give. Hey, I know. Why don’t you go talk to him? I’m sure that will go over real nice. Go on, then, see to it. Get that bastard Clayton to treat his woman like a lady.”
“Oh, I-I-I don’ know, Missa Snodgrass. I don’ want to be messin’ with another man’s marriage.”
“Just do it, Jim. Big guy like you oughtn’t be worried about a little guy like Clayton Pritchett.”
Jim went back home and sat down and thought about the situation. He reckoned Clayton would love the opportunity to mistreat him for interfering. Clayton didn’t like other opinions, let alone correction. But Jim thought ain’t nobody else goin’ help that poor lady. The best way to deal with this was to be direct, man to man.
“How do you do, Mrs. Pritchett? So Missa Snodgrass asked me to check on you and maybe see hows I can help Mr. Pritchett so’s he’s not a’yellin’ at you so much. Is he around?”
Emmaline Pritchett said, “No. He ain’t here right now. Whatta you plan to say? Clayton don’t like people in his business. Everybody knows that. You’d be better off to just skedaddle on back home before he knows you was here. I won’t say nothing.”
“Oh, alright then. Well, you have youself a nice day then, Mrs. Pritchett.”
“Just call me Emmaline, Jim. Okay. Bye.” She was sad and watched him leave.
Jim went back home. He figured he would just explain to Snodgrass that Emmaline didn’t want any help and everything was fine. At least that’s what he wanted to be true.
ONE WEEK LATER
“Lo and behold! If it ain’t Jim the marriage counselor!” Clayton said with a wicked smile on his face.
Jim couldn’t believe that Emmaline would betray him that way. “Look, I was just doing what Missa Snodgrass said to do. I don’t know nothing about marriage between white people.”
“Well, hell, I know that, Jim, but you see, Jeremiah is a friend a’mine and he told me it was your idea to come interfere with my wife and I’s relations. I asked Emmaline about that, too, and she tried to say you didn’t come there, but I knew she was lying. So, guess what, Jim, stupid Jim, I taught her a lesson and I’m going to teach you the same lesson now. Get over here!”
“No suh, I’s figured I done what I was asked to do, even though I didn’t have to. Missa Snodgrass is who you ought’n be upset by. I’ll be staying right here.”
“Maybe you’s deaf, as it is. I said, get over here, boy.”
“No suh. I ain’t goin’ to.”
Well, by this time, Jim had already been set free by the law, so he weren’t under no obligation to obey any man. Those two men russled around for a minute or so before Clayton got pinned and once he quit squirming and submitted, Jim let him go. He gave up and spouted off and went home in a tizzy. Jim went home too.
ONE WEEK LATER
“Misses Emmaline, you ought’nt be here like this. You’s married to Clayton.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know where else to go. Everyone here seems to be on Clayton’s side of things. Can’t I just stay here for tonight? I’ll leave first thing in the morning when Clayton’s booze’s all filtered through his body.”
“You’s going to get me killed, Emmaline. I ain’t supposed to be with a white woman and you know that.”
“I ain’t got nowhere else to go, Jim. Please.”
Jim relented to the beautiful young wife. Her white skin and greenish eyes were exotic and exciting. He ain’t never seen a white woman up that close before. So’s he took her in.
The Bakırköy travesti night was uneventful. Clayton passed out looking for his wife around the house, not knowing she was a mile away in a cabin with a freed slave.
About a week later, she came back to Jim’s, then again another several days later, and then again on another occasion. Before long, she had her own bed. He gave her the bed when she came over, and he slept all worried-like on some straw on the floor.
Along about the fifth or so time she come over, Clayton come a knockin’ on Jim’s door. He had been drinkin’ again and he followed Emmaline without her knowin’. Clayton made a big scene and threatened Jim mightily, but in the end it weren’t no use. He couldn’t whoop Jim, and his wife didn’t obey him anymore from then on. She became part of Jim’s household. I guess Clayton never went any further with it, out of his own shame, having his bride leave him and possibly for a black man, it seemed.
It was rough on the young, wayward bride. She couldn’t go into town because people would be too mean to her. They would say and do some awfully reddish things to the poor woman if she were brazen enough to flaunt her rebellion and new allegiance in front of people. Weren’t no wonder she just hanged out at Jim’s as much as she could and stayed by him for protection.
Pretty soon things started to change for the new roommates.
“Do you think we can close the windows tonight, Jim?” Emmaline said.
“What in the world for? Jim asked. “It’s awfully hot.”
“I don’t know. I was wondering if maybe we could talk tonight about things we don’t want people to hear.”
Jim didn’t know what was going on, but he wanted for sure to find out. “Ooh, I think that sounds like a good idea.” Jim hadn’t had sex in over a year since his wife and kids got taken away. Emmaline and her long, wavy reddish-brown hair had Jim thinking thoughts that could get him killed, but they happened anyway on this night. So he closed the windows to his cabin and sat in a chair and watched Emmaline to see what her plan was.
“Jim, do you miss your wife? I mean, she’s been gone a while now. And I don’t miss Clayton at all, but I do miss having someone to hold me.”
“Uh, I sure miss her a lot, Emmaline, but it’s sure nice having someone to talk to.”
“And to hold?”
“Uh, if you think that’s a good idea.”
“I do. Clayton don’ treat me right and a girl can’t be alone all the time, especially after she’s used to not being alone. It would be different if I ain’t never had nobody holdin’ me, but as it is, I’m used to it and I can’t be expected to live all the time without it. You understand, right?”
“I sure do, Emmaline. What did you have in mind?”
Emmaline got up and walked over to Jim and straddled him, sittin’ on his legs and facing him. She started kissin’ him real hard. Pretty soon Jim got an erection that pushed his pants up and even up into her dress. She reached down and grabbed it.
“Oh, my Sweet Jesus! What in the world?! She pushed it up toward his belly and rubbed it with one hand while rubbing his chest and muscles with the other. “Oh, my, Jim. You are so strong and big and, um, I don’t know what.”
“Black?”
“Yes! Mmm. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Can you imagine what Clayton would say if he was here?”
“I have some idea. Is this a good thing for you to do, Emmaline? He may hurt you.”
“Well, he can’t because I ain’t going home, and, besides, you’re going to protect me.”
The young wife unbuttoned her new man’s shirt and pulled it off of his shoulders and onto the floor. Then she stood up and took her dress off over her head. She took off her garments and stood naked before this hulking freed slave.
“Goodness, Emmaline. You are one spectacular young lady. Missa Bakırköy travestiileri Pritchett is a stupid man.”
She got down on her knees in front of him and untied his pants and pulled them down little by little. Jim made it easy for her. She pulled them all the way off both legs and he was naked still sitting on the chair with his swelled penis hanging down half way to his knees.
The young adulteress pulled on it until it stood tall and she could get both hands around it. She started putting the top part in her mouth and making sounds like she was eating a dessert or something. “Mmm. Mmmmmm,” she said over and over. Pretty soon after about 5 minutes of her strokin’ up and down and lickin’ up and down and around and down on his balls, Jim couldn’t help himself and he pushed her head down as far as it could go onto his penis and grunted. He shot out huge spurts of semen into her mouth and she gagged and coughed.
He let her up when he was finished dribbling semen out of his hole. Emmaline had swallowed a good part of the semen it seems, but quite a bit went down her face and onto her chest and neck. As she pulled away, as string of his semen stretched from her bottom lip to his huge penis. He rested his head back like he had just ate a big meal and it was time for a nap.
“Hey, don’t be sleeping. You ain’t finished,” the white woman said in a fit of wontonness.
“Damn, Emmaline. Your tight mouth was so warm. I couldn’t last any longer.”
“Well, if you thought my mouth was tight and warm, you should feel my woman parts. I’m ready. Where you want me?”
“Oh, let’s see. How’s ’bout we start out right here on this chair. I think it will hold.”
Before he could even adjust himself, the wife was hopping onto his swollen penis and letting it slide into her as she lowered herself onto it. You could tell she wasn’t used to the size because it bent a little as it was stuffin’ into her and she had to bounce to get it all in and stroke it with her hand a little. She clung to his neck like she was being saved from a river and she bounced up and down over and over. Straddling him and facing him, her ripe breasts were in his face. His gigantic hands held her sides and helped her bounce. They could almost reach all the way around her back and touch in the middle.
She started thrusting forward and back like she was scooting across a floor, really driving that dark penis deeper into her white body. “Ahhh, yess. Oh, Oh, Mmm. Yes. Oh, Ah. Mmm. Mmmm.”
“You like my dick, Emmaline?”
“God, yes! I’ve never felt so full. I love it!”
“You’re the first white woman to ride it. My wife loved it, too.”
“You’re so damned big and thick. God, I love it. Okay…let’s go to the bed!”
Jim followed her over to the bed. She was pulling his hand in that direction. He said, “You sure do like my dick. Does Missa Pritchett not give you a good fuckin'”
“Oh, ha! Clayton? He’s so, so much smaller. You’re twice his size. You hit places I didn’t know existed. And once he shoots, he’s done. Now, let’s fuck.” She noticed a change in Jim and she liked it.
“Alright, you say you want it. Lay down, woman!”
Taken aback and thrilled, Emmaline smiled and obeyed. She loved being dominated by a strong yet benevolent man. “Yes, sir!”
He pushed her legs up to her chest and laid into her, putting her ankles up onto his shoulders. You could tell Miss Emmaline was uncomfortable, but her winces quickly turned to moans as Jim slid his magnanimous penis into her little hole. He started out about half way in, stroking slowly so the wife could get used to the size as much as is possible in this position.
“You want more?”
“Uh, huh. I do.”
“Okay then.” And he pushed about three more inches in and she winced and squealed as the giant member travesti Bakırköy got shoved over and over slowly. Then he pushed in the rest of the penis and she went silent with her mouth open like she was screaming but no sound was coming out. He didn’t stop. He started going faster and with longer strokes. “You like that, Misses Emmaline?”
“God, yes. I need you.”
“I like hearing that.”
“God, I want your huge dick, Jim! Go faster!”
Jim slowed down. “I don’t have to take orders from white women anymore. Do you want to try that again?”
“Ok, I’m sorry. May I please have you dick faster?”
Jim started pounded the cheating woman. She squealed and groaned and held her legs up for him. He positioned himself into a horizontal position above her, plunging down into her over in over in full strokes. She went silent and held her breath, then released and said “Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh,” about ten times, then she froze again and stiffened up. Her legs went straighter and her toes pointed straight out.
“Oh, oh, oh fuck!” she said. “Shit. Oooh. Oh, God. Shit. Ah ha ha. Woah! Shiiiiiiiit! The wife released her body and Jim started pounding down into her even harder. She started bucking her hips and shaking her legs. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Mmmm. Shiiiit. Mmmm. Oh. Oooooh. Yes. Fuck. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Ohhhhhhhhhh!” Then silence with her mouth open. Then she froze, then gasped, then froze, then gasped. “Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Ohhhhhhh! Mmmm. Mmmmm. Mmmm. Ohhhhh.”
Jim slowed his pace, and when his new woman went limp, he pulled his long shaft out of her and stood up. She lay twitching something terrible on the bed and grabbing at her breasts and lady parts and wriggling and moaning.
ONE MONTH LATER
“Mrs. Snodgrass, can I help you? What are you doing here?”
“Jeremiah’s been drinking again. Mind if I stay here for a while? Emmaline said you would take me in and protect me.”
“I guess so, Mrs. Snodgrass. You’ll have to share that little bed with Emmaline, though. I ain’t got nothin’ else.”
“I’ll do whatever I need to.”
Emmaline said, “You don’t need to do nothin’. He’s got me now” all jealous like. “You can stay against the wall. I gotta be on the outside in case Jim needs me.”
Poor Jim had to build three more beds before that summer was over. By November he had a him a proper harem of white ladies. They was always a’fightin’ and squabblin’, wanting to be Jim’s only girl, but damn if he ain’t have relations with all of them.
It’s hard to know why the men didn’t rise up against him, like they usually woulda done when a black man got outta line. My theory is they acted like nothin’ happened for a while, again, out of humiliation, hopin’ that their women would come back. But one night the husbands of the town, which Snodgrass was part of, about 40 or so men, come shoutin’ outside Jim’s cabin saying he’s holdin’ the women captive. They had torches and was hollerin’ something fierce out there. In a few minutes of this, Jim got tired of it and reckon he art’ta face the music, as it were.
The women was scared, but their love for Jim compelled them to go out and stand with him. Emmaline was the first to speak up. “Ya’ll go back home. We ain’t been captured or nothing. Jim is our man now. He treats us right and we like being with him anyway. So ya’ll just pack up yer shit and get. If you don’t do this right now, we’re gonna tell every woman in town about Jim and a few of his friends and how they treat a woman, especially how they treat a woman in bed.
The men grumbled and stood around for a while, but when the women just stared at them all defiant-like, they figured there weren’t no use and they drifted off toward home real sad. The women went back inside and then Jim he went in too. What happened next is too much for this young man to explain. But I will tell you that when the men were still within earshot, they heard the sound of women a’groanin’ and a’moanin’ and Jim a’gruntin’.
That’s the end of Jim’s first adventure. Next time I’ll tell you about how he made his money from there on out.
Bye.
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