Date: Fri, 13 Jan 2012 4:07:53 +0000
From: lokiaga@austin.rr.com
Subject: Rue Dauphine 12

Rue Dauphine 12
Lance Kyle

Piled into the big bed of his room with three of his slaves that night,
Scott Barnes asked whether their impressions of the three new slaves, now
asleep up in the servants' quarters, matched his.  They did.  During the
day's interactions, much of which Scott had NOT observed, King, Niobe, and
James had each felt a certain distance, a certain air of superiority from
Cleopatra and her two half-white children.

"I seen it before, Masta," said James, "the big house slaves think they
better than the field hands, and the field hands mostly dark as we is, and
the house slaves mostly lighter skinned."  Niobe nodded her agreement
strongly and she added, "It's true, Masta, I think these three new ones
think they better than us.  They wish we HAD a field for us to go out
into."  That remark occasioned much laughter.  King nodded, and rumbled in
his deep voice that while he had never lived on a plantation, being born
and bred in the city, those distinctions based on color were widespread.
Scott shared what Cleopatra had told him about only experiencing her white
master.  The others were astonished but at the same time not surprised, and
said they had heard of similar cases.  But what to do?  They were agreed
that Cleopatra and her children must be brought around somehow. The four
talked for a while, comfortably snuggling together in their nakedness,
stroking and petting but not moving beyond a low level of arousal.  Then
Scott suggested they all just sleep on it and prepare a plan in the
morning.  Collapsing in together, Scott and King in the middle, the dark
brown youngsters entwined around them, they fell into a deep sleep.

Awakening the next morning, Scott wondered if he heard footsteps outside in
the hall.  Not the ghostly footsteps he had once heard, but those of a
small person.  He thought he heard a sound outside the door, and perhaps a
shadow at the crack in the door, which was not quite closed.  There was a
pause.  And then footsteps running away.  Aha!  he thought.  A young spy
from the servants' quarters. Word was going to get back as to what went on
in the house.

Soon his bedfellows began stirring, one or two to leap up to use the toilet
in the shower room and then returning.  Three morning erections grew
rampant, and Niobe was clinging tightly to King's leg.  But Scott had a
plan, and quickly divulged it to his slaves.  They listened, made
suggestions, and soon they all agreed on how to reconcile the "house
slaves" with their darker comrades.  None of this talk reduced any
erections, but Scott reminded King and James that they would need all their
potency intact to bring their plan to fruition.

"Niobe ain't gotta hold back," observed James, smiling at her.  The three
males agreed, the fourteen year old black girl giggling, and then Scott
choreographed their moves.  Sliding down in the bed on his back, he
positioned the naked black slave girl over his mouth, squatting, her thighs
on either side of his head.  She lowered her clitoris directly down onto
Scott's mouth, where he began licking and sucking it.  King, lying beside
Scott, rose up on an elbow and began kissing Niobe's full lips, then on her
neck, and then on her taught young breasts except where Scott's white hands
were fondling them.  James, his randy thirteen year old black boy cock
leaking clear fluid, positioned himself in a squat just behind Niobe and
with the purple black knob of his penis rubbed her anus, never penetrating
and not bringing himself to climax, but keeping up a steady massage of her
wrinkled brown starfish.  With such attention is it any wonder that the
black slave girl soon climaxed?  She threw back her head gasping and
moaning, grinding her crotch down into her white master's face.  As she
finished, shuddering and gasping, the three males laid her down between
Scott and King, all three applauding, Niobe grinning broadly.  And then
there was work to do.

During the day, King was pointedly polite but not forward and not physical
with Cleopatra, drawing her into casual conversation when possible.  James
made a particular point of working with Sampson, joking lightly and
developing points of shared interest.  Niobe involved Delilah in the
kitchen, beginning some complicated cooking and food storage tasks that had
the two working together all day, from which conversation grew.  Scott had
his own work but made sure to stop by each of the new slaves several times
that day.  With Cleopatra he found reason to touch her arm or shoulder, and
once brushed away a stray braid that had fallen out of her kerchief and
onto her forehead.  The slave woman looked at him quickly, appraisingly,
and smiled briefly each time it happened.  With Sam he managed several
times to put his arm around the boy's shoulder, to tousle his hair, and he
made a point to do the same thing with James each time.  When visiting
Niobe and Delilah, he chucked both under the chin, turning their faces to
his and remarking on their beauty which brought a giggle from Niobe and a
blush but also a fleeting smile from Delilah.

Later in the day they all gathered in the new school room to resume lessons
in reading, writing, and arithmetic.  Scott made a point of showing that
the three darker slaves knew more than the three newer, lighter skinned
ones.  He paired the two boys and the two girls, and King and Cleopatra,
and designed exercises where the first three slaves could actually help and
instruct the three newer ones.  He began to catch occasional glimpses of
appreciation from the new slaves, even a look of fresh appraisal from
Cleopatra toward King, the latter conducting himself like a gentleman in
every respect.  By dinner time, he sensed a lightening of the mood around
the table, a leveling of caste.  The younger four seemed especially more at
ease.

Work continued into the evening, and then the time came to retire to bed.
Scott managed to find Cleopatra standing to one side and whispered to her,
"Cleopatra, I request your presence in my bed tonight."  Simple and direct.
She sighed involuntarily, but not he thought in regret; more as if a moment
had occurred that she had expected.  "Yes, Master," she whispered, and
Scott observed her whisper briefly to her children later so they would know
why she was not with them that night—and why.

Bedtime approached, and now dear reader we must follow three paths.  The
first: Scott went to his bedroom and began slowly to undress.  He heard a
sound at the door and the whispered word, "Master."  He turned and it was
Cleopatra, her braids down, in a simple dress.  She entered the room,
closing the door behind her, and stood a few feet from Scott, her eyes cast
down.  He nodded and continued undressing, hanging his clothes up
carefully.  "Let me do that for you, Master," Cleopatra said, taking the
clothing from him.  She kept her eyes studiously averted from him the whole
time.  When he had only his underwear on he gestured toward her dress.

"Remove that," he said, and she did, leaving her naked before him for the
second time in as many days.  Scott then slipped off his underwear, his
erection springing out.  "Come here," he said softly, and now for the first
time she looked at his body as she took the two steps that brought her to
him.  She gave a little gasp and then a sigh.

"Oh, Master, you are so handsome.  So...it has been a long time," she
breathed.  Then it dawned on Scott that her recently deceased master must
have been quite aged...and perhaps she had not had sex with him in some
time...and at any rate it had been a long time since she had seen the kind
of young, virile body standing before her, twelve years younger than her.
Scott stepped forward and took her into his arms, hands sliding up and down
the burnished chocolate skin, his erection batting against her thighs and
abdomen.  Gently he led her to the bed and pulled back the covers, bidding
her lie there.  Taking his place beside her he took her face in both hands
and kissed her full lips, playing long with her tongue, then kissed her
neck and down onto her breasts, all the while gently rubbing her warm brown
body with his hands.  Cleopatra responded in kind, running her fingers
through the dirty blonde hair, pulling the man in toward her, splaying her
palms against his chest.  When he ran his fingers down her abdomen and then
gently through her thick patch of kinky black pubic hair, she did the same,
grasping his penis with a moan, cupping his heavy balls.

Sensing her breathing getting heavier, feeling the warmth of fluids from
her vagina, Scott gently pushed her back against the bed, positioned
himself between her legs, and with the leaking tip of his hard, rose penis
gently massaged the opening.  Cleopatra gasped, cried "Master!" and arched
her back.  With one push Scott entered her as she cried out, almost a sob,
and then she locked her arms and legs across his back, pulling him into her
as he slammed back and forth.

Scott intended to finish quickly; he did not want her to climax with him.
With intense concentration, his cream colored skin sliding on her shiny
chocolate skin, he pumped back and forth and willed himself to a relatively
quick climax, seizing her shoulders and pulling their bodies even tighter
together, two bodies seething and writhing.  Cleopatra kept whispering
"Thank you, Master, thank you" in his ear as he recovered his breath.  Then
he rolled off to one side.

And then the door opened.  Cleopatra, in a daze of sexual tension, gasped a
little and half sat up, clutching sheets around her.  It was King, naked.
He came and stood at the foot of the bed, his massive muscles arrayed like
slabs of beef around his body, his large, thick, midnight black cock thrust
out in front of him, bobbing.  "Master!" cried Cleopatra, unable to
understand the situation, half afraid that some sort of slave insurrection
was going on.

"Hush, Cleopatra, it is alright.  I want King to join us.  It is my
desire."  Cleopatra now looked at Scott with a mixture of shock and
concern; she had certain never heard of such a thing.  And she had never
had a black man before.  But the will of her master; what could she do?
Reluctantly, she released the sheets.  King walked around to the side
opposite Scott, and slipped into bed.

So gently, so tenderly, he now began fondling the woman, kissing, nibbling,
sliding his deep dark hand over her chocolate skin.  And as much as he
could, whatever King did on his side, Scott did on his.  Cleopatra looked
to left and right, at first alarmed, but slowly giving in to the dual
ministrations she was receiving.  The familiar white hands duplicated and
endorsed what the strange brown hands were doing.  Both men could sense her
relax.  Then they could sense her growing response to King.  And then
slowly but in a determined, graceful move, King flipped himself over her
thigh to hover directly above her.  With one hand he held himself up off
the woman's body, with the other he reached for his massive, thick cock,
and gently inserted it into her in one move.

Cleopatra's eyes grew wide and she cried out, tentatively pushing against
the massive dark chocolate chest above her.  But Scott had relaxed her
vagina and had moistened it with his own semen.  Now King slid in on the
well oiled path and began to push and pull his massive cock in and out.
Cleopatra squirmed at first, and then Scott saw a change.  She was becoming
excited, was responding to King's skillful moves, to the sheer size and
power of his rod inside her.  Back and forth, back and forth, holding
himself up off of her with both palms splayed against the bed, the massive
black slave fucked the slave woman beneath him.

Scott was up on one elbow, enjoying the spectacle immensely.  Unseen by
Cleopatra, he cupped King's heavy, rounded, slab sided buttocks with one
hand and as the slave pushed forward Scott gave an assist, as King pulled
out Scott clutched the muscled bottom and pulled it.  In and out, in and
out went King and both men soon heard Cleopatra's panting increase and a
whine begin deep inside her, like the whistle on a distant train, louder
and louder, and then she was crying out nonsense words and pounding against
King's muscled chest, her legs shaking and thrashing, arching her back and
bucking her pelvis.  King sensed the tightening of her vagina that signaled
her climax, and it brought him to the crisis as well, and he slammed
forward, clenching his buttocks hard, firing volleys of his potent African
semen into the woman to join the white man's seed that was already there.
Panting hard, he bucked two or three times again and then slammed forward
again.  Cleopatra was sobbing and gasping, quite helpless as the flood of
her own climax rolled away.  Spent, King hung in the air in that position
for a moment, and then slid off to one side.

Once more each the men fucked the brown slave woman, and she responded with
vigorous energy.  No longer afraid of King or his enormous purple black
cock, she seemed to welcome it when his turn came after Scott emptied his
second load inside her and slid back down to the bed.  Afterward, the three
drifted into a deep dreamless sleep, in a tangle of cream, chocolate, and
midnight chocolate bodies.

The second: Thirteen year old James and twelve year old Sampson had been
moving toward better friendship all day.  Sam's distance and hauteur had
considerably diminished.  As the time for bed came, Sam managed to speak to
James alone in the hallway.

"Where does everyone sleep?" he asked.

"Well, with an'body they wants to, I reckon," said James grinning.

"I...I came down early this morning and looked in all the bedrooms.  I only
saw people in one.  A lot of people," said Sam, his eyes averted.

James nodded cheerfully.  "Yup, tha' was us.  All four of us together."

Sam's jaw dropped.  "But...what do all of you do in bed...and with the
Master?"

James smiled broadly now.  "We pleasure each other.  We have fun together."
Sam simply gaped.  James put a hand gently around Sam's shoulder and
prodded him down the hallway.  "Ain't ever'body gonna sleep together
tonight, though.  Masta got plans.  Le's you and me sleep together, ain'
nobody else gonna be there."  Sam made as if to protest and James quickly
added, "Masta say we should."  They were the magic words.  Sam nodded,
uncertain that he approved or fully understood. But if the master said
so...  James smiled broadly and now more vigorously led Sam past the closed
bedroom door of Scott.  King stood outside the door, he seemed to be
listening and waiting.  James winked hugely, but Sam continued to gape,
wondering what business the massive black slave could have there; perhaps
as a guard?  A few more steps and James hussled Sam into the shower bath
with him.

"We gen'rally take a shower bath before bed," said James, "an' you can do
your necessaries here first."  With which words James shut the door behind
them and quickly disrobed, then stepped to the toilet bowl and peed
strongly.  Sam simply stared, still agape.  "Go `head," said James.

"I...I have to do more than that," said Sam, struggling to present some
sense of dignity.

"Go `head, here some paper to wipe yourself with," said James, who now
quickly undid Sam's shirt and trouser buttons.  Sam made as if to protest
but James was so quick the garments were on the floor in an instant and the
two slave boys stood naked together.  "Go `head, sit," said James.
Reluctantly, Sam did so.  James struck a supervisory attitude right by
him. There was a moment's hesitation, and then with a grunt Sam defecated,
and wiped himself with the paper James presented.  "Tha's good," said
James, and then turned on the shower and before Sam could protest, James
pulled the mulatto boy in with him.

"Oh!  What are you doing?! I want to bathe alone," cried Sam, as James
began soaping up Sam's coffee and cream colored skin.

"Masta don' like us ta do that, he say it waste water.  We ta shower two by
tow," replied James.  "Masta says."  The magic words again.  But by now,
they were words Sam seemed perhaps to need less.  James rubbed white suds
all over the younger boy's body, soaping his genitals, scrubbing his back
and inserting his soapy forefinger into Sam's anus just a little, to clean
him after his defecation.  Sam gasped, but James could see that the mulatto
boy's penis was growing longer.  Then James meaningfully handed the soap to
Sam and with a big smile spread his arms and legs for Sam's ministrations.

James could see Sam almost studying his body, so much darker than he was
used to.  James thought that Sam had likely not seen the darker slaves at
his home plantation naked in this way, and had very likely never touched
their skin, not so intimately as now.  Following James's earlier actions,
Sam made sure to soap the darker thirteen year old's penis, which instantly
sprang up.  Sam startled as if he had touched something hot.  He then
soaped James's backside and, following the older boy's lead, inserted his
soapy finger just a little into James's anus.  Once done, the boys toweled
each other off—James made sure Sam did not dry only himself—and then
James seized Sam's hand and ran quickly out the door and down the hallway
into the other bedroom of the central wing, clutching their clothes as they
went.  If Sam was astonished at being made to run naked in public, he had
no time to protest.  The boys ran into the bedroom and James slammed the
door shut, flinging their clothes on the floor, and then hardly losing a
step he leaped upon the bed, pulling Sam behind him.

The two naked boys landed in the middle, Sam now laughing and shaking his
head in wonder.  James pulled down the cover and the sheets and stretched
out on his back beside Sam, who squatted on the bed.  Both boys had
erections by now.  Sam covered his with his hands, James allowed his to
rise grandly above his skinny body, sticking straight up.  Sam looked at it
with interest.

"Do...do YOU sleep with Master?" asked Sam.  James nodded in vigorous
affirmation.  "And King?" pursued Sam.  James smiled broadly and nodded yes
again.  "For pleasure?" Sam said again, treading carefully now.  James
giggled and said yes.  "But...what do you do?" asked Sam.

James had thought some question like that would be asked.  He laughed out
loud, then reached over and pulled the younger boy down on top of himself,
managing to pull Sam's hands off his own penis in the process.  James was
so quick that before he knew it, Sam was lying on top of James, their fully
erect penises straining together between their abdomens.  Sam was open
mouthed in astonishment, and then James simply reached up, entangled his
fingers in the mulatto's thick brown curls, and pulled that open mouth down
on top of his own.  James kept his eyes open to see Sam's wide eyes, which
rolled here and there.  James slowly thrust his tongue into the younger
slave boy's mouth, finding the other tongue, and the two stayed like that,
exploring mouths, for several minutes.  Before long the look of
astonishment left Sam.  A look of wonder, then joy, then intense
concentration replaced it.  Sam clutched the dark chocolate shoulders of
the older slave boy beneath him and, when James was sure Sam would not
break off the kiss, he began rubbing the coffee and cream colored back of
the mulatto boy with his hands, reaching down to the buttocks and kneading
them.  The breathing of both boys began to be heavier.  Sam, following
nature's urging, began to pump a little, sliding his erection in the slick
of clear liquid oozing from each boy's penis.

James wanted to climax first, to prolong the most pleasure possible for
Sam.  But he knew from his own experience that randy twelve and thirteen
year old black boys are not going to be able to wait for long.  James
flipped Sam over on his back, with his shoulders and head propped on the
pillow.  And then James squatted on Sam's chest, clutching the headboard of
the bed in his hands, and inserted his purple black cock in between Sam's
full lips.  Sam's eyes were full of surprise, but he did not refuse.  Now
James began pumping, slowly at first but very quickly he increased to a
crescendo and then with a cry he slammed forward, unable to hold it off any
longer, pushing his penis hard into the mouth of the mulatto slave boy,
squirting his small amount of thirteen year old's seed into Sam.  Sam's
eyes grew even bigger with wonder if that were possible.  "Swallow!" James
gasped with a strangled cry, and Sam obeyed instantly, although there was
not a huge amount of semen to so consume.  James gasped and shuddered, and
then was done.  He slid down, kissing Sam on the way, tasting his own semen
on the mulatto boy's breath, kissed him on the chest and the slim tube of
the twelve year old body, then down the abdomen and found the boy's rampant
dark brown cock with its little wisp of pubic hair.  James took Sam's penis
in his mouth and began sucking, pumping his head up and down.  Sam
responded in less than a minute, gasping, crying out, half rising up off
the bed, pushing up and bucking once as a small dollop of twelve year old's
semen shot up into James's willing mouth.  James sucked him dry and then
slid up next to the younger boy.  Both were still breathing deeply,
giggling, and holding each other.  James reached down to pull the covers up
and, and in that way they fell fast asleep.

And for our third episode, just over in the right wing...


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