Barbara Stokes - Swing Town U. S. A.

The tall handsome man raised his hand. "Before I bid any higher," he said in a clear, even tone, "I want to make sure that she's not covered with scars."

"Come right up, Captain Callahan," said the auctioneer. "You're free to examine the wench at your leisure."

The man strode forward. His thighs bulged in his pants with each step he took and Sarah Jane could not help noticing the outline of his cock so clearly defined under the fine light fabric of the breeches.

Sarah Jane was made to walk to the back of the auctioneer's block where there was a bit of cloth hanging from a piece of rope.

"Go behind there, girl," he said, poking her with the handle of his whip." Captain Callahan wants to look you over."

She stepped behind the material and waited with bated breath for the handsome captain to join her. There was a brief discussion between Callahan and the auctioneer that she could not hear, and then he lifted the drape and stepped behind it. He gazed directly into her eyes and she felt herself go weak. They burned like blue flames and seemed to Sarah Jane to be more intense than the sun overhead.

"Strip for me, girl. Shuck off that dress."

She shook her head as if she didn't understand.

"I said, shuck it off!"

Sarah Jane didn't want to comply with his order but over the edge of the drape she saw the leering eyes and grinning face of the auctioneer. She knew if she did not do as she was told she would be severely beaten.

She turned away from the captain and lifted the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. He took it from her and threw it over the line and stepped back to look at her body.

"Magnificent," he murmured as he circled her completely. "Tell me, gal. Are you still a virgin?"

"Yes, sir," she whispered. "I ain't been with nobody."

"Sir! Ain't been nobody, sir."

He took off his beige riding gloves and stuck them in his vest pocket. Then he stretched his fingers and cracked his knuckles. He placed the palm of his hand on her stomach. He could feel her trembling flesh beneath his own.

"Nothing to be worried about, gal. I'm just going to have to check out my merchandise."

He slid his finger down over her curly patch of pubic hair and touched the outer lips of her cunt. Sarah Jane started and blushed. Deftly he parted the lips of her cunt with two fingers and shoved his forefinger inside. Sarah Jane grunted and tried to pull away, but he held her around the waist.

"Don't move, gal, I'm just checking out your story."

His finger probed the warm recesses of her cunt and the tip of it came to rest upon the thin piece of flesh… her hymen. Satisfied, he withdrew his finger, wiped it on a handkerchief and then cupped both of her breasts in his hand.

"How old are you, gal?"

"I don't know."

"You look about eighteen, nineteen to me. How come you're still a virgin?"

"I don't know, sir. On the last plantation I heard I was being kept for Massa Pettigrew but he upped and died and the Missus, he done sold me off."

"What's your name?"

"Sarah Jane, sir."

"Well, Sarah Jane, you can put your dress back on. I've decided to buy you."

She didn't know whether to be glad or happy. Certainly she was a lot better looking than the other men who had been bidding on her, but he too looked at her with lust in his eyes. The bidding went up to seventeen hundred and fifty dollars and Captain Callahan won out.

Later in the day, Sarah Jane was taken to Captain Callahan's carriage. A black man in a peacock blue uniform jumped down from his perch. He told the auctioneer, "Captain Callahan will be in the bar. He told me to take the gal and the papers."

When Callahan came out of the saloon, his face was flushed. When he saw that the girl was up on top of the carriage waiting next to his manservant Elmo, he said, "I don't want her riding up there. You let her get in back of the carriage with me. I'll keep an eye on her. I don't want her jumping off and hurting herself."

Elmo was puzzled but helped the girl down to the ground. She climbed in the back of the carriage and sat on the seat facing the captain.

"That's better," he said. "Now I can keep an eye on you."

He gave the order and the carriage began moving. Sarah Jane kept her eyes lowered as she was taught and didn't speak a word.

"Sarah Jane, look at me," the captain said thickly.

She looked up and was startled to see that he had undone his breeches and his cock and balls were lying on the seat between his legs. She turned her face away.

"Ever see a cock before?"

"Yes, sir."

"Ever touch one?"

"No, sir."

"Then touch it."

"But, sir…"

"I said touch it!"

Sarah Jane tentatively reached her hand out to touch the warm fleshy thing. When her fingertips reached it it jumped and began to expand and lengthen.

"Take it in your hands, Sarah Jane."

She did as she was told and was surprised that she liked the feel of it. She moved her hand back and forth over it, kneading the warm, resilient cockflesh.

"Now breathe on it, Sarah Jane."

She crouched forward in the jostling buggy until her face was only inches away from the head of his cock. She began blowing out hot breaths against it.

"Oh, that's good," the Captain moaned. "Now open your mouth and put it inside."

She looked up at him in amazement.

"Do as I say!"

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth and he pushed his pelvis forward. The huge head of his cock worked its way between her lips.

"Wider, damn it, your teeth are scraping me. That's it. Now let it slide all the way down your throat. Breathe through your nostrils. That's it." Inch by inch, his cock disappeared into her mouth until almost the entire thing was encased between her warm, wet lips.

Strangely enough, Sarah Jane didn't mind the sensation and she felt his hand at the back of her head. He pulled her away from his cock until the end was about to slip out.

"Like this," he said, then pushed her back down on it. "Now you do it."

She began moving her head back and forth over his cockflesh. Her saliva coated it and made it slippery.

"Keep doing that, Sarah Jane," he said, bucking his pelvis forward. He began grunting. She could smell the liquor on his breath. "I'm going to come now, Sarah Jane. You swallow it. Let the juice fill your mouth and swallow it down. It's good for you."

Suddenly her mouth was filled with a strange-tasting liquid. She couldn't imagine where it came from, but she swallowed it as she was told. When she'd finished swallowing, she pulled his cock out of her mouth and lay back against the carriage seat.

"Dry me off, girl. Use the hem of your dress."

She picked up her dress and wiped the saliva from his cock and balls. Then she watched as he tucked himself away and buttoned up the front of his breeches.

"Relax, Sarah Jane," he said warmly. "You're going to do just fine. As soon as I get you back to the plantation I'm going to have Mammy scrub you down real good with lye soap and wash you again in scented suds. Then she's going to bring you to my room tonight and we'll see what we can do about making your virginity a thing of the past."

Sarah Jane stared out the window with apprehension as they approached the driveway leading to the Great House. The roadway was lined on either side with great elm trees and that seemed to go on forever. The house itself was a two-story wooden structure, larger than any Sarah Jane had seen. White columns rose from the portico to a supporting roof, and ran across the full length of the building.

The carriage stopped in front of a staircase which led to the porch. Captain Callahan got out and was effusively greeted by a fat black woman who fussed over him like he was a little boy.

"Mammy, I bought me a present. She's in the carriage. You give her something good to eat, get her some fresh clothes, show her where she's to stay then after dinner tonight you scrub her up real good with strong lye soap and then wash her again and scent her up some. She's a bit musky. Then you bring her up to my room, all right?"