Excerpts of Thomas Jeffries' Diary

Just as my journal chronicles my public affairs, dealings and thoughts, this diary will contain, in irregular installments, my domestic relations and private thoughts.

May 3rd 17__Today, at the slave market, I purchased Bessie, a comely young quadroon, aged about 14. Being three-quarters white, she is almost like having a white female slave! Bessie seems to be as mentally precocious as she is physically, and she should soon learn the duties of a personal maid to her mistress.

For myself, I chose the blackest beauty I ever saw, direct from Africa. Although stripped naked to display her charms, she seemed unashamed. It is said that the purest, most primitive African wenches make the best sex slaves, because they have not had the sensual pleasures bred out of them, as our white women, especially plantation mistresses, usually have. Our wives obey for the purposes of reproduction, but they fear the pain of giving birth and know the risks for maternal mortality.

Primitive negresses know what their cunts are for and the pleasure their bodies can give and receive. This one is about 5'4", with tight, kinky sable hair, dark brown eyes, ebony skin, large firm tits, broad hips, shapely haunches and a jutting ass. Her eyes are still capable of flashing; the fire has not been beaten out of her.

Despite the auctioneer's avowal that she remained a virgin at 18, I examined her myself and found her intact. I like to break a bed wench in myself, so they feel that their cunts belong to me. I became aroused and ready to pay any price! She cost me dearly, for several buyers were salivating about her and made the most of exploring her nakedness with their eyes and hands. She looked aloof and defiant.

It seemed a shame to clothe her magnificent figure. Bessie seemed so child-like, demure and refined as they shared the back of the wagon. My wife will complain, implicitly, that I already have a stable of submissive negresses for my pleasure and yet lavished our money upon this African animal. However, Emma discreetly never refers explicitly to my copulation with my nigger wenches.

I've heard that some of my poorer neighbors, bachelors, who are unable to afford a comely bed wench, copulate with their livestock! Many slaveowners regard their slaves as livestock, I suppose. That is easier to do for field hands, but domestic slaves impress me with their personalities and intelligence as fully human, although backward in their foreign origins and lack of education. I think that those who have the curiosity to learn should be taught to read.

May 5th I could wait no longer to try out Salamba. I instructed Matusa, one of my former bed wenches, who spoke the girl's language, to prepare her. Salamba reaffirmed her age at 18. Matusa cautioned me that Salamba is wild and may need to be held down until I tame her. When I entered the hut, Salamba rose from the straw bed and cast me a wild-eyed look. She wore only a thin, white shift that clung to her abundant curves. I was already hard to have at her!

Matusa summoned another woman to help. Salamba would not lie back down but struggled so that the women had to tear the shift off her magnificent body.

They wrestled her back down onto the straw bed. Matusa apologized to me and presented the sitting girl with a cup of spiced rum while she spoke soothing words. She choked a little, but was told the drink is a magic potion, a love potion. After downing the entire cup, Salamba's breathing slowed, although the sight of her magnificent tits heaving with her excited breathing was exciting to me.

She needed a second cup to calm her enough to recline. Matusa coaxed her legs apart and rubbed a lubricating oil between the lips of Salamba's cunt. She struggled at this invasion, but the other woman held her arms back and down.

When I dropped my trousers, and she saw the size of my manhood, she squealed and began to kick. Matusa slapped her face hard, sat on her and pulled her legs up. I knelt between them, clutched her thighs and forced them apart. Her resistance inflamed my lust to possess her! Matusa's ministrations had opened the girl's cunt for me to push the head of my cock between her inner labia. I rubbed them with the lubricant that oozed copiously from my swollen member and penetrated to her maidenhead.

She was wild beyond coaxing, so, with a mighty thrust, I gave her the coup de gras. She screamed, kicked and tried to buck me out of the saddle. I bent her legs back to her tits and forced my cock all of the way up her. She screamed again and seemed to have fainted. The struggle for conquest and her tight virgin's cunt had stimulated me to inseminate her prematurely. I lay on her still body pumping my semen right into her womb, it seemed. Now, she would be confirmed in her fear that being fucked is painful!

May 9th I prevailed upon Emma to make love, with a promise to withdraw before my crisis. She estimated this to be her safe time. Being thus relaxed, she responded with some ardor, and we completed our mating to mutual satisfaction.

May 12th I gave Salamba a week to heal. Matusa suggested that I fuck her while Salamba watched to witness that fucking is pleasurable. This we did while Salamba drank a cup of spiced rum. By rubbing her clitoris while I fucked her like a dog on a bitch, I managed to give Matusa an orgasm without having one myself so that I could fuck my sperm into Salamba. She balked at receiving my cock wet with another woman's love juices. Matusa assured her about the efficacy of a well-lubricated cock but sucked mine clean. Salamba requested another cup of rum to relax herself.

Now, she lay still while I exposed my erect cock, pushed her legs back and spread them. I wanted to fuck her face-to-face so that she could watch me dominate her. At the touch of my cock to her cunt, she flinched, but when the head penetrated her painlessly, she relaxed somewhat. I slowly fucked inch after inch of cock up her tight cunt until it was all of the way home. We lay together. She covered her eyes with a forearm.

I twitched my cock in her, and her cunt automatically spasmed in response. She uncovered her eyes to watch me fuck her and see my cock move in and out of her cunt. I began fucking her slowly until her love juices began to flow and she began to moan. As I quickened my thrusts, she began to wail and lift her hips in rhythm. I fucked her harder, and she began to buck! Her cunt lathered my cock. She screamed with her first orgasm, and I roared with mine. She held still to receive my spunk. I'd never kissed a nigger before, but in my ecstasy, I kissed her full lips. She looked astonished but then smiled, her teeth flashing white against her black skin.

I ensconced her in a small cabin of her own, made her an assistant to the cook, and gave her small gifts of clothing and delicacies to eat. I used her two or three times a week and her responses were enthusiastic at being the Master's choice. Without words, we learned how much we could communicate physically. Whatever the week's difficulties and frustrations, I would have the joy of lying with Salamba to anticipate and work them off between her supple thighs.

June 14th Emma broached the subject of our son's education.

"Tom, I hate for our son to leave us, but I think he needs more education than the tutor can give him. Besides, there will be too many temptations to vice here in the country."

"Here in the country, he has mostly pickaninnies with whom to play. At boarding school, his playmates would all be boys of his own race and class," I replied.

I knew Emma was implying her revulsion for when our son would crave a bed wench of his own to tutor him about sex and give him illegitimate children. Along with my bastards, what an entanglement of relatives that would make!

June 17th It is a custom for the planters in our neighborhood to assemble a few times a year for food and drink, without the inhibiting presence of our wives. This time, we gathered at the plantation of Jethro Tully, whose wife had died in childbirth two years ago. He solaced himself with his bed wenches.

"You always need at least one spare, when the other has her time of the month for a few days, and when she gets knocked up. However, a pregnant wench does offer one special treat! Julia, come here and show them!"

Julia was a handsome mulatto of about 20 dressed in a simple short-sleeved low-necked off-white cotton gown. Her brown feet would please a foot fetishist. Julia looked to be about 5 months with child. She sat in the vacant chair beside her master.

"Show us your teats! They were big before they swelled with milk, but now they are even more impressive and succulent!"

Julia cast her eyes down and demurely pulled her dress below her breasts; the nipples were distended. Tully grasped her nearest tit, leaned to within inches of it, and squeezed, aiming with great accuracy, as if he were drinking wine from a goatskin!

"I have such a taste for nigger's milk that I prefer it to cows or goats! She makes enough for her brat and me! For now, it's all for me! Have a try! After all, every one of us suckled on nigger's milk!"

Some had imbibed enough spiritous drink that they were emboldened to try. Tully reserved the left tit for himself. Unpracticed, they squirted streams into their eyes, noses, hair and occasionally their mouths. Everyone laughed, including the negress. Tully continued to eat and wash the food down by sucking his slave's milk. Although I was tempted to feel her tits and see her milk ooze sensually out of them, I declined such public buffoonery. I might just try milking one of my own wenches, whom I've sufficiently inseminated.

Tully continued, "In winter, I bed two naked bitches and lie between them for warmth! Without favor, I screw one at bedtime and the other in the morning. I haven't as many slaves as some of you do, so sometimes I have to use a buck's bitch, after she's been thoroughly cleaned up, mind you."

Others vied to regale the company with lurid tales. Marcus Selby said,

"I heard tell of a neighbor down on his luck who can afford only a few hands to work his parcel of land. He can't afford a bed wench. Besides that, he's a widower. His unmarried sister came to take care of the household and her young niece. After several months, came a warm summer evening when he got his sister drunk and wheedled her into his bed. She passed out and woke up naked with his prick in her cunt. She struggled but he screwed her senseless until he was sated. The next morning, he argued, 'Now that we've done it once, you might as well keep serving my needs in bed as well!'

"Well, being past childbearing, and having a young niece to raise, she submitted, until her niece came of age. Then she left. Now, his daughter works like a slave during the day to keep the house and during the night, he works her like a slave in his bed."

"How do you know all of this?"

"Oh, that's what they say. Can't keep a secret with servants, the sister, the daughter."

Someone exclaimed, "And women are supposed to be the gossips!"

At which, there were some nervous chuckles. Lawrence Wheelock was our best storyteller:

"I suppose that most slave mistresses are quietly relieved when their husbands use slave wenches on whom to vent their lust. Having never enjoyed sex themselves, some may wonder why we men want sex so much. Others become jealous and have the wench beaten, if not killed. I heard of more than one owner who came to love his bed wench more than his own wife. In one case, the wife went back to her own people.

"In another case, the wife, a lusty young woman more sensual than befitted her station, finding herself neglected and her husband often absent from their marriage bed, discovered that he had taken himself a beautiful bed wench and become enamored of her. She had the girl whipped. Her husband being familiar with every inch of his slave's naked body and finding her lovely skin defaced, reprimanded his wife. He reminded her and instilled upon her the lesson that he was master, not only of his slaves but also of his wife. Masters and mistresses have few secrets from their servants, who are the main sources of this tale.

"The lady nursed her grievances and desires until her husband left for a week to sell some slaves in the city, see what was on the market, talk crops with other planters, sample a new whore, and generally carouse. The while, she then took her own tour of their plantation and, most particularly, surveyed the slaves. She sent a servant to summon the biggest, blackest and most virile buck to an audience with his mistress, in her bedroom!

"He towered over her by at least a foot. His magnificent physique glistened with the sweat of fear as she undressed him. She marveled at the size of his equipment and may have feared that she wouldn't be woman enough to accommodate it. What white luxury he beheld in the canopied, draped wide bed with its feather mattress, soft pillows, the diaphanous negligee of his mistress and her gleaming white, soft body! When she dropped her gown and displayed herself naked, his eyes widened at the revelation of her royally forbidden body to his profane eyes; his nostrils dilated at her scent, as if she were in heat. Led by his prick, he carried her to the bed to mount and ride her!

"Proud that she could actually accommodate the entire breadth and length of his instrument, she discovered that she enjoyed sex even more with this animal. After their first bout, she turned onto her hands and knees like a mare presenting herself to a stallion and urged him on to mount and ride her repeatedly, while she screamed with delight, as if to bring the house down. When servants came to her aid and found one of their own rooted in their mistress, she cursed them away. Her triumph was to have sated him that day. Henceforth, she ordered him to service her daily. The nigger's lust for his mistress, with which she had inflamed him, overcame his fear of the consequences.

"Few in the household were surprised when, after a week of being plowed and planted, their mistress, about nine months later, gave birth to a black baby, proving on her side of the bed that whites and blacks are the same species. Her husband, until then having been amorously absorbed by, and his carnal desires besotted with, his bed wench, was surprised, outraged and enraged. Being cuckolded by an equal might have necessitated a duel, but his wife degrading herself with one of his livestock was maddening!

"Rather mysteriously, both mother and baby died in childbirth. The sire hightailed it into the swamp, heedless of alligators, cottonmouths or the occasional rattler. The cuckolded husband led the hunt. Suffice it to say, the hunt's end did no credit to anyone involved."

Returning home with my imagination full of these lurid tales, I surprised Salamba with a nocturnal visit and vented my lust between her accommodating thighs until her screams echoed those of that white mistress.

Morally, I think that we should keep no slaves. It is rationalization of one's basest urges to believe that they are subhuman. The power of life or death over other humans is an absolute corruption. I prohibit violent punishment on my estate, except for violent behavior, but lust for the women I own is my weakness. However, our economy in the South depends upon slave labor, and northerners enrich themselves in sailing the African slave trade. Presently, a chief responsibility of the slaveowner is to increase his crop of them by inseminating the women himself in order to improve the breed. In a few generations, perhaps there will be reform.

June 24th Our son Tom Jr. turned 9 today. Emma prepared a birthday party for him and invited children from surrounding plantations. The boy wanders all over the plantation in his adventures amid the woodlot and to fishing in the pond. All eyes and ears, he explores the croplands, the buildings, the slaves and the livestock.

June 25th I borrowed a neighbor's bull to inseminate one of our milk cows. Tom Jr.'s curiosity could not be stifled. Watching the muscular great black bull mount the cow and struggle to aim his enormous prick into her and hearing the sounds the pair made, Tommy was mesmerized.

"Why are they doing that, Father?"

"To produce a calf and milk for you."

"I saw two of our dogs doing that, too! That's how they get puppies, then. The male's thing got stuck in the female! Do all of our animals make babies and milk for them like that?"

"Just mammals, son. Female mammals have mammary glands to produce milk to feed their babies. This act is called copulation, because the male and female become a couple while they are joined."

"Are we mammals, father?"

"Yes, but when humans copulate, they remain a couple afterward and marry."

"Did Mother nurse me with her milk?"

"At first, but then you were nursed by a nursemaid, one of our slaves."

I could not explain to our son why it was beneath the dignity of the mistress of a great plantation to nurse her own children or why that intimate bond was delegated to a slave woman.

Yes, we must send Tom Jr. away to school in the fall, before he spies two of our niggers copulating--if the little busybody hasn't already!

June 27th Salamba has missed her menses. I had hoped to delay longer the obstruction of pregnancy to our pleasures.

September 7th Salamba's tits have begun to swell and her nipples more quickly become erect. I tried milking her, and she is beginning to lactate.

September 8th I had a cushioned wide armchair brought to Salamba's cabin, whereupon I entered and seated myself while I watched her undress. I stood and claimed her by grasping between her legs. I massaged her cunt to draw down her love juices. Then I stripped from the waist down, sat and bade her perform fellatio while I massaged droplets of milk from her nipples. I motioned for her to rise and straddle me. She giggled as we moved Cupid's arrow into conjunction with her target. We shared an exquisite pleasure as she lowered her cunt down onto my cock and impaled herself on the arrow of love!

I clutched her swollen tits, took one distended nipple into my mouth and squeezed her tit until I tasted the rich sweetness of her milk! She sighed, squirmed on my cock, and began moving up and down. We sought a rhythm of bounce and thrust. As we quickened our coupling, she made what to my ear were a wild woman's primitive sounds. All too soon, I began injecting her with the fluid of life.

Having denied myself her body for a week, however, I was soon able to rise again to the occasion. I bade her lie on the mattress, which I had furnished for her comfort. She smiled, held out her arms to me and spread her perfect black thighs wide in welcome. I fucked her slowly, glorying in her luxuriant body and languid sensuality. This was how a man should be able to make love with his wife! As we accelerated our coupling, heatedly, feverishly, she cried out and I felt the first gush of her climax before I contributed my own bursts. While the earth turned and the sun declined, we slept in each other's arms.