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Click hereHer voice broke through the craziness, and I released the stranger and watched him drop to the ground unconscious. Becca let go of my arm and fell against my chest. I stood there holding her and after a minute or two saw that son of a bitch crawl away into the woods like the vermin he was.
Becca was still crying uncontrollably. I kissed her hard and held on to her crushing her to my chest.
"Can you walk?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied softly.
I helped her into the back of the buckboard and covered her with a blanket. By the time we pulled in front of the house Becca had started cramping badly. I sent for the midwife, who, fearing a too early delivery, kept Becca under her careful watch for several days. Early in the morning of the third day, Becca went into a long labor that lasted well into the next day.
*****
The morning after I brought her home, Sheriff Raley was knocking on the kitchen door bright and early. He was looking for the stranger.
"No, I haven't seen him. What makes you think I know him?"
"A couple of folks in town thought they had seen him out at the mill a few times." The sheriff explained. "We think he was involved in a robbery a few nights ago."
"Yes, he had been out there, but we never met, just kept crossing paths."
"What's his name?" I asked
"Randall, Martin Randall," the sheriff replied.
"Well, he's probably long gone, but if you see him, let me know," the Sheriff said before he turned and mounted his horse.
"Sure will Sheriff," I lied, inwardly confident the beating I had given him, was sufficient to keep him from ever coming anywhere near here.
*****
I was afraid to leave her and was constantly in the room with her or seated next to the bed holding her hand. Becca was still just a young girl, barely out of her teens, and having our first baby. I knew she was terrified, and I promised her I would be there with her.
When I put the baby in her arms, she smiled and kissed our little bundle. He was beautiful, with straight black hair, large brown eyes, obscenely long eyelashes and a small cleft in his chin. He was not as dark skinned as me, but he was clearly my son.
Becca and I never spoke of that day or the stranger again. We worked hard and continued to prosper, and I spent the next twenty years happily fucking and making babies, giving our son several more brothers and sisters.
Can’t lie, the rape scene ruined the fantasy of the protector husband. He should have been beaten to death before he got a chance to lay a finger on her.
It completely destroyed the fantasy that had been building up and was quite useless honestly.
A extremely rare story for literotica a love story. Best story i have read on litereotica
Oh my I'm breathing hard and my panties are embarrassingly moist. Loved this story. "I like white boys" and the fantasy of being caught and used in the woods by a white ne'er do well definitely gets me hot. Granted she had a big, black, stud at home but she still couldn't keep herself from grudgingly coming on that white man's cock when he started pounding her pregnant pussy.
Rape? Yes, but in a fantasy world it made for hot, wet, nasty sex.
this is a period piece no more no less. I say well done, looking foward to more
Wow! Really well done! I typically don't like this type of story but I couldn't stop. It drew me in and I was addicted.
Why the racist interpretation?
First, let me say thank you for your comments/feedback whether good or bad. Secondly to those who think the story is racist, I ask you why? You may be letting the color of the characters overshadow the point of the story, i.e. a couple fighting adversity.
Things like this actually did happen back in the day. The racial part is when white people think that a white man is incapable of being jealous and raping a black man wife of any color yet it happens often. And for the two to over come their adversity makes it even better... keep writing...
Big black man, big black cock, big MONSTER black cock constantly spurting "black seed." He has a really BIG. BLACK. COCK. Ho hum. And yes, I'm sure lots of pregnant women have multiple orgasms while being brutally raped.
Regarding an anon commentor about the "racist" nature of your story and your protest - it doesn't matter. The comment has been made therefore it must be true. If one doesn't like something or objects to the outcome of an issue, it's racism at fault.
Doesn't have to be true, it's just the way it is in the 21st century.
A fantastic BBC at home, and a couple of hard wet cums in the woods with a strange white man. Works for me.
Hope there's more to this story.
to me it looks like a white woman wrote a story about a big black man buying and raping his wife, then added in some dumb scene where some white man rapes the black woman. All set in the 1900s to justify the use of "nigger, negro, etc" and all sorts of words that would otherwise be unacceptable.