The favor shown by the mistress, unusually excited Sam. A beautiful white woman surrendered to him, a black slave right in her bedroom! On your marital bed! Sam from happiness, was ready to kiss the whole world. He was incredibly proud of himself, especially when he recalled how he brought the hostess to the highest point of pleasure, and she screamed, screamed ...

Sam wanted to do something for lady, something else. Why not come to the next meeting, give her flowers? She, like any woman should be nice. This, of course, is not something that a spouse or fans in the city can give her, but he will do it with an open sincere soul.

Getting up early in the morning, because for some reason the lady also scheduled another meeting for the morning, Sam picked up wild flowers in a meadow and went back to the manor. His path lay through the garden, along the path around the house. Walking under the shade of the trees, he turned his attention to the open window of the room of the daughter of the master Emmy.

A young sixteen-year-old Amy arrived at the manor of her parents a fortnight ago. Sam has never really seen her. So, briefly on the day of her arrival. Amy left the stage and went straight to the house.

Sam remembered baby Emmy when she, being a pretty six-year-old girl, was leaving for Europe, where she was supposed to live and study in a boarding house of noble girls. Many American planters sent their daughters, some to France, some to Italy, some to England. Now, becoming a girl, Amy, probably turned into an amazing beauty.

Passing by the open window, Sam suddenly heard:

- Hey, wait a minute.

Sam stopped. Raised his head. Amy looked at him from the window. She put both hands on the windowsill. Yes, he was not mistaken. Amy was a miracle how good. A gentle oval of a young face, big blue eyes framed by long fluffy eyelashes, still childishly plump lips, a blush on cheeks. Amy's long blonde hair, like gold crumbled over bare shoulders.

“Miss,” Sam bowed respectfully. - I am at your service.

- What's your name?

Amy looked at the Negro cheerful and mischievous.

- Sam, miss.

“And for whom are these flowers Sam?”

“I ... This is ... For my girl,” the stable boy lied.

- For girl? What is her name?

- Cassie. She serves in the house.

Amy, pondering something for a couple of seconds, bit her lower sponge, then asked:

- Are you in a hurry?

“Well, in general, I am in a hurry,” Sam nodded. - I can be somehow useful to you?

Amy suddenly, stealingly looked around, then, slightly weaving over the window sill, leaned over and whispered:

- Come on for a minute to me.

- To you? Sighed Sam. “I'm afraid your mother and father won't like it.”

- Yes, just for a moment. And then, they will not know. Come on, get in the window.

Sam looked around, confused and frightened. But he did not dare to disobey the young lady. And after a moment, he was in her room.

Emmy's room was large, expensive furniture everywhere, the bed was hardly smaller than that of the lady. Now, she was dismantled, apparently Amy woke up recently, which indicated a shirt - the only thing that was on her.

Sam was confused. A thin fabric shirt tightly wrapped a slim Emmy figure. It was also short. The hem of the shirt was well above the knees. And Sam could admire Emmy’s bare legs, slim, beautiful, with slender graceful ankles. But from embarrassment, Sam did not know where to put his eyes and at the same time, he was drawn to look.

Here in the southern states girls quickly ripened. And Amy was no exception, born here under the sun of this country. Her figure, of course, still retained some kind of childish, cute angularity, but at the same time, Sam could not help but pay attention to the fully developed breasts of the girl, clearly visible shirts under the thin fabric.Her hips, already filled with a nice eye roundness. Emmy turned her back on Sam once and leaned slightly as she covered the window shutters. Negro, already held his breath as a shirt taken shape round bulging buttocks girls, already quite suffused with feminine ripeness.

Here Amy turned to face him. About something thought, then said:

- Listen, something bothers me. You are a slave of course, but still a man.

She hesitated for a moment and suddenly quickly pulled the straps from her shoulders and bared her breasts.

Sam broke through the sweat. He had to stand for about half a minute, forgetting to breathe, and was staring at the small, but beautifully shaped, rounded Emmy breasts with small, softly pink nipples.

- Tell me, Sam, I have a beautiful chest?

“Oh, yes, miss,” Sam squeezed out convulsively, swallowing. - Very beautiful.

The girl giggled rather and hid her treasure, as quickly and unexpectedly as she had shown.

- And I myself beautiful? She asked frankly playfully.

“Oh yes, miss,” Sam nodded. - You are beautiful.

- What have you done: “Oh yes, miss, oh yes, miss.” - Amy puffed up her lips and became at the same damn pretty girl.

“I’m thinking,” she pulled the straps down again. Sam was not ready for this again and was staring again. - They are not too small?

- For your years, miss, they are as it should. A little later, they will become more, they will become fat, especially when you have kids.

“Well, this is still far away,” Amy waved her hand carelessly.

She hid her chest again and sat on the bed. Now, the girl looked at Sam with interest. He was wearing pants, knee-length rolls and a thin shirt. Emmy didn’t hide how strong his figure and muscles are. She found herself thinking that this is the Negro is very attractive man. Here, her attention was attracted by something big, sticking out Sam's pants in the front below the belt. Amy, of course, knew that there is in men, but never seen it. And she never had to see the men there so bulging.

- What have you got there? - curious girl, very intrigued.

Sam followed her gaze.

- Well ... It is ..., - the Negro hesitated, - my ..

“Show me,” Amy demanded.

“Oh, miss, I'm afraid your parents wouldn't like it.”

- Again you ... took it off. We won't tell them anything. Where did they find out? Come on, show it.

- I would not like to scare you miss.

- You think I'm scared? Laughed Amy. - I know that men and boys have a pipisk there. Is it really so big there? - here, Amy stamped her foot and in her voice came the commanding notes. - Show me!

Sam untied the belt and dutifully let down his pants. What fell out of there made Amy cry out softly. Huge, black dick, fat, covered with a grid of veins, was excited to the limit.

For a minute or two, Amy looked at him, drew attention to two large objects hanging from the bottom.

- Do you have men, such pipiski?

- Yes, miss.

- All men?

- At all, miss, only ...

- What only? Amy looked at him, her cheeks burning, her eyes glittering.

- Well, now my dick is excited. So it is smaller, but when excited, always big.

- Excited? - Amy was surprised. - And why are you excited?

“Well, I ...” Sam didn't know how to tell her. But still I could say: - When you opened your breasts miss, I was excited. Men are always excited if they see naked women.

- So I turned you on? - Emmy giggled. - So, you liked me.

- Yes, Miss, you are very beautiful girl.

“But wait,” Amy said thoughtfully. - You're a slave ... how are you then ... But on the other hand, you're a man, although a slave.

Now, Amy looked at him confusedly, she even moved away a bit and clasped herself with both hands at chest level.

“Well, well,” she finally said, “you are excited.” What's next?

- Farther? - I do not understand Sam.

- Well, here's your pipis ... member. He is so huge! What are you going to do with it? When will it decrease? With such a walk, and probably uncomfortable, - she added, giggling.

- When a man increases ...