Summer 1858
It was about 10:30. They'd been riding around the plantation since right after breakfast, observing the slaves cultivating cotton under the watchful eye of an overseer.
"Uncle Mark, I'm going to ride to that copse of trees on the right and attend to a call of nature. I don't think my bladder can hold much more."
"Mine's in about the same state, Jack," he replied.
With that, Mark picked up the rope from his saddle, shook out a good sized loop, and tossed it so it encircled two of the nigger girls working in the field. The overseer gave a knowing smile and waved as Mark spurred his horse toward the trees, with the girls trotting to keep up.
Once they got into the brush, both men reined in. The nigger girls wriggled out of the rope while Mark and Jack dismounted; since they knew what was coming, the girls knelt about two feet apart, facing the men.
"Why did you lasso the girls?" Jack asked as his uncle strode toward them.
"They're here to help us," Mark replied, as he opened his fly, pulled out his dick, and directed a stream of hot, yellow piss on the right hand girl's face.
"Go ahead," he said to his nephew. "We do things differently here in the South."
"I don't think I can hold it any longer," Jack said, whereupon he pulled his cock out and followed his uncle's example, emptying his bladder on the left hand nigger's face.
Both finished pissing about the same time. Before they could shake off the last few drops, the bitches started lapping them up with their tongues.
Jack got hard almost instantly, and his uncle only slightly later, whereupon the nigger girls took the men's cockheads entirely into their mouths and started to bob the knobs.
Jack pulled back, his dick coming out of the girl's mouth with a plop, obviously flustered and embarrassed at getting hard.