Black on White: book one of four

BLACK ON WHITE:Part one, is the first of a four book series, a revised and greatly expanded version of the original "a tale of Forbidden Love"...
"In America, in the old South, they'd have you believe white plantation Masters would 'fool around' with their little colored female slaves while the Lady of the plantation sat demurely by the window knitting or planning some colossal ballroom event. That assumption was far from correct..EXCERPT...
Yz, I herd Masta did baby mak with young Rhoda May but dat okay cause he de Masta.
Yo say he say it okay fo yo now too? Pleze cov up Missus.Yez, yo look good, but Iz kno it ain't rite. Yez, I kno it showin bigga, but I don kno hoe to mak it stop.... Oh, don touch. Oh, nowhite woman eber did dat befo."
...The poor dumb nigger, she has him now. She'd grabbed that frightening thing of his right through his pants and wouldn't let go. Next thing she knew he was even helping her get him out of his britches...
She'd moved over on the bed to make room for him and enticingly parted her legs just right. By now he couldn't take his eyes off what he knew full well she was offering...
"I lay on de bed but Promis yo won do nutin, I don want to do the wrong thing wi Masta John's Lady."
...It was so silly of him to be resisting something the both of them knew full well he was going to do anyway...
"That's better Buck, just move over closer to your Lady and we'll get you all comfortable."
...Now she had them lying so close their bodies lightly touched naked, he, all tense and sweaty. But, what his white woman was doing and promising sure didn't bother the thing that made him so different from other men. She could hardly wait...
"Relax, Buck, while I rub your fine, big body. Doesn't that make you feel good to have me touch your stomach? See there's nothing wrong with that. No? Look at you. My goodness, it's huge. You shouldn't be afraid. I can tell you want to make your Lady Jane real happy."...
"Pleze Misus. It be too big for a purdy one like you is anyway. Masta John not wants me put my big thing in his little, white woman. Us niggas are bigger and it even ugly pared to his nice one. I fraid I hurt you. Pleze don be angry. What if the Masta fin out?"...
Lady was losing patience.
This nigger wants her; he knows what she expects from him. He's going to do what she's telling him or he wouldn't be lying here all exposed in her bed like this.
He knows damn well if he makes her mad all she has to do is cry out and there would be a houseful of servants here to protect her in a heartbeat. Who'd believe a lowly nigger if he tried to say she was the one who started all this. She was going to set him straight right now...
The poor slave was a taken back by the change in this woman's demeanor. She'd been all sweet and cuddly, now her pale face was red with rage. Gentle eyes had become deep blue, a reflection of her apparent anger...
"Shut up and listen. I know you want me and your puny Master won't ever find out anything about us. He's going to be in town for at least a week and I'm sure not about to tell him what you and me are going to be doing all the time he's gone...
You know full well that in his absence you are to take orders from me. Now, quit fussing. Lie still and do as your Lady says."
...Buck looked longingly at the beautiful woman lying tempestuously beside him. Her legs were parted slightly. He couldn't take his eyes off her flaming bush, the red showing down there. It never occurred to the simple slave that a woman's covering; her core of womanhood would be adorned in colors different than the black curliness of his slave girls...
Here was a white woman, more beautiful than his wildest imagination and, 'she wants me'...
He looked at her beautiful breasts, and reached out to touch...
She had him now. He'd nibbled when he undressed and lay down beside her. Now, holding her breast in his dark hand, he was hers, hook, line, and sinker. Her brain swirled with excitement...
"He's black, big and forbidden. I'm about to do the unthinkable and I'm going to love it. No clumsy, thoughtless 'think Machine' like my husband. The nerve of him, thinking he had to be the first man to pluck his little nigger slave girls. I'll show him."
...She smiled at the futility of the big male's feeble protests as she pulled his body over and onto hers. Wouldn't it be ridiculous to think a small woman could control a man like this if he wasn't as eager as she?
...Her thighs parted more to make room for his hot, massive body.