Date: Fri, 13 Jul 2012 20:40:54 -0400
From: lokiaga@austin.rr.com
Subject: Rue Dauphine 28

Rue Dauphine 28
Lance Kyle

Adam and Scott woke up gradually together, snuggling, nuzzling faces,
lazily enjoying their morning erections.  This blissful state was
interrupted—I do not say destroyed—by the flopping into their bed of
James, his deep chocolate body naked and his boyish erection bobbing.  He
bade them good morning, and they returned the greeting, and there followed
some gentle grasping and stroking all around as the two men and the boy
intertwined on the bed, one cream and two deep chocolate bodies. "And by
the way," James breathed, distractedly, "I think Elsie and Mary are sick;
they're throwing up.  Cleopatra is with them."

Scott and Adam thought for a moment but decided that if Cleopatra were in
attendance there was little they could do.  James and his needs, on the
other hand...  Scott had to think.  The three continued to kiss and stroke,
hands running along sides and limbs, fingers entwined in long dirty blonde
or crisp black kinky hair.  And then, stroking James's rampant thirteen
year old penis, Scott had an idea.

He instructed Adam to lie on his belly on the bed, his legs spread wide,
but with a pillow beneath his groin so his buttocks and anus were somewhat
elevated.  Then Scott lay down directly on top of him in the same way, his
own rampant penis resting between the firm, rolling buttocks of the black
man beneath him.  Scott wrapped his arms around Adam's chest, clutching his
smooth, rounded chest muscles and tweaking his nipples playfully.  James
squatted back on his haunches watching all this, wondering what part he
would be given to play in what looked like a delightful scene.

Now Scott told James to grease up his and Adam's anus with the goose
grease, not neglecting to thrust a finger inside to lubricate each opening
thoroughly, and then to lubricate James's own now rampant purple black
thirteen year old cock.  The black boy complied quickly, giggling with
anticipation.

"Now James, thrust yourself into first one of us and then the other; ten
strokes each, and we will see who you shoot into first," said Scott.
Getting on his haunches just behind the two men, he saw the two anuses, one
a wrinkly midnight black and the other a deep rose, glistening with grease
before him.  Squatting a little lower he placed his knob at Adam's starfish
and then pushed. The black man grunted, but the thirteen year old boy's
cock entered in one smooth motion.  One, two, three, James came to ten
quick strokes and then pulled out to place his now leaking knob at Scott's
entrance, then gave one long push and was in.  His hands on the white man's
back, he gave ten quick strokes, moaning.  Scott for his part nibbled
Adam's neck and ears, pushing his face into the crisp, crinkly cap of black
hair, kissing his shoulders, while Adam reached his hands back as well as
he could to entwine his fingers in the white man's hair.

Up and down James moved, ten strokes in each bottom—to tell the truth,
sometimes in his enthusiasm he may have gone a few more—more quickly
each time, the boy's rounded black buttocks clenching and flexing with each
push, up and down, back and forth, and then with a cry he threw his head
back and began shuddering while well inside Scott, then bucked violently
and slammed his groin twice forward.  He held that position, breathing
heavily, for a few moments and then to everyone's surprise withdrew his
still iron hard penis and plunged it back into Adam and began pumping very
quickly, fanning his hips back and forth.  Melted lubricant mixed with the
black boy's own semen seeped out of Scott's anus down onto James's sliding,
glistening black cock, lubricating the frantic pumping he was giving Adam's
ass.

It was a brave effort for a thirteen year old, but the time he had spent in
the house, all the male hormones he had ingested one way or another in the
form of white semen, must have given him the stamina of an older boy, for
it did not take long for him to bellow and slam his groin now into Adam's
bottom.  He held the position but a moment and then collapsed on top of
Scott's back, shuddering and gasping, moaning and scratching at the white
man's back and the black man's sides with his fingernails.

Adam and Scott allowed him to remain that way for a few minutes, and then
their own needs had to be met.  They quickly rearranged the three of them
so that James was now on his back, his legs splayed up and apart, while
Scott quickly lubricated his rampant dusky rose cock and slid it without
ceremony into the black boy's bottom.  James moaned and gasped, but
accepted it.  Quick as a wink, Adam squatted directly in front of Scott,
atop the boy's abdomen, and gave his own rampant midnight purple cock to
the boy to suck.  Scott was able to reach forward and put his arms around
Adam, who leaned back into them.  Joined in this way, they set up a frantic
rhythm fueled by the ass pounding this boy had just given them, Scott
holding Adam tightly around the chest, Adam balancing both of them with his
palms splayed against the bed, James's eyes wide with the dual fucking he
was receiving, the two men groaning now and breathing heavily, James
groaning as well as he could around the large black dick that was fucking
his mouth.  And then Scott cried out and pushed forward, trembling, his
buttocks clenching forward twice as he shot his load into the black boy's
bottom, and then with a high pitched keen Adam did the same into James's
mouth to the sound of frantic swallowing, squeezing his load out but not
pushing so hard as to drown the boy.  The two men held that position until
they were sure each was drained and then they flopped onto the bed on
either side of James, who was leaking a little semen from the corner of his
mouth and from his anus.  The two men and the boy cuddled closely,
chuckling or giggling, as they recovered breath.

Then they rose to go shower, but when they got to the door of the bath they
could hear the sound of retching inside.  They quietly discussed their
concern for Elsie and Mary, who from the sound of it were still being sick
down the toilet hole in the bath.  They waited a few moments and King and
Cloud emerged from a nearby bedroom, similarly naked and glistening with
sweat and fluids.  The news was shared and the four men and boy waited
until Cleopatra emerged—with Delilah and Niobe! who looked a little the
worse for wear.

Now everyone was really concerned.  "Is it the grippe?" asked Scott in
alarm, as the men clustered about.  Cleopatra gave them a knowing and
somewhat disgusted look, then quickly gave each of the four men and the boy
a gentle slap on the cheek.

"They are pregnant," she said, a slight smile playing on her lips. "I am
surprised it took so long," she added.  "What, these two?" Scott asked.  "I
thought Mary and Elsie..."  "Also pregnant," Cleopatra replied.

You can imagine the hubbub this created at once.  It was loud enough to
bring Moses and Sampson running, also naked and shiny with fluids, from the
left wing to see what was the matter.  In a moment Elsie and Mary, looking
a bit bedraggled, joined the household as well.  Everyone talked at once
until Scott broke in by asking loudly, "Surely this is a bad sign to be
ill?"

"You big booby," replied Cleopatra, "it is a very good sign.  It means the
little ones inside are growing.  Now I suppose the lot of you men and boys
are happy with yourselves!"  She spoke sternly but with a smile on her
face, and in the chaos of conversation that ensued, it became clear that
everyone was very much concerned for the two women and girls, and also very
happy at the gifts that would be given to their community.

And then Sampson loudly asked the question that brought it all to a halt.
"But who are the fathers, of which babies?" he asked.  In a moment everyone
realized it was an impossible question to answer.  Cleopatra gave voice to
it by gently chucking her son's penis under its knob and saying, "Any one
of you with any one of them if I am not mistaken.  You men and boys, have
any of you NOT been with any of these four? Ladies, if I'm not mistaken you
have each entertained everyone here with a penis, and probably those
without, am I correct?"  Everyone thought for a moment and then burst out
laughing.  It was true.  Even twelve year old Sampson was able to squirt
out a little semen and had indeed done so into every female there,
including his own mother and sister.

The twelve year old mulatto boy persisted: "But how will we know who is the
father of which baby when they come out?" he asked.  There was a moment of
silence and then Scott said, thoughtfully, even reverently, "We will not
know, Sam.  A lighter colored baby could have been fathered by me, or by
you, or even by Cloud.  A darker colored baby by King, Adam, Moses,
James...or even you or Cloud, or even me for that matter and it simply took
its mother's coloring.  The babies," he concluded firmly, "will be
everyone's, and loved and cared for by everyone."  Now the household
applauded and an air of celebration replaced the wonder and confusion of a
moment before.  Then that was replaced by tender solicitation for the
women's morning sickness.  Cleopatra assured everyone it would not last,
and prescribed rest and ginger tea in the meantime.

Now the men sprang into action, bathing as quickly as they could and
speeding to the kitchen to take over food preparation work and to prepare
some tea as prescribed.  The women insisted they were not invalids but yet
were treated royally, and as the tea helped with their nausea they insisted
on bathing and then resuming their chores.  An air of general excitement
pervaded the whole house.  Each male considered in his own heart that he
might actually become a father, and that whether that were biologically
true, he would be regarded as a father and would be expected to act like
one toward all the little ones to come.  It was a heavy and a joyful
responsibility, and the two youngest boys especially seemed to strut about.

Over breakfast the group discussed what to do regarding the newly
discovered tunnel system.  It was decided that they needed to build stout
oaken doors, set in newly mortared stone, for the entrance to The Annex and
the entrance to the main house.  Some raised the question of building
barriers across the tunnel in either direction away from the houses, but
the group cautiously decided to wait.  There had been no barriers when they
discovered the tunnels (as there had been barriers to The Annex and to the
main house).  Mama Désirée had placed talismans of protection across
the tunnel in two directions, and Scott and Cloud had added their own
spells of protection, anchored with their magic rings.  To wall the tunnels
off might do more harm than good, since they still did not know what
purpose they served, who had built them, or whether they were still used at
all now.  All evil purposes should be held back by the magic already
done—or so they hoped.

Moses had some experience with carpentry, Adam with masonry, and so those
two were now charged with building the sturdy doors.  They inspected the
materials already arrived, and placed an order for more, including iron and
lead sheets for strengthening frame and door, and massive locks for
securing them.  Then Moses and Adam, with Scott and Cloud in case of a need
for magic, and with Sampson and James for running errands and to take
notes, trooped down into the tunnels, stopping first to take measurements
for the door that would secure their own cellar.

The men were just crouching a little to enter the actual tunnel when they
stopped short.  There was that sound again that they had heard when they
first found the tunnels, a sound like wind but also like angels weeping.
They could almost hear, but yet could not hear, words and voices.
Summoning their courage, and lighting every lantern, they pressed on into
the main tunnel that seemed to run beneath Rue Dauphine.  Entering that
passageway, which seemed to be a main thoroughfare, the sound was louder,
although it came and went. They could feel an actual breeze blowing through
the tunnel that seemed to accompany the sound.  It was a cool breeze and
was not foul, but smelled neutrally.  Scott and King had their rings on and
were at the ready, the rings glowing with a low light in the dark.  They
waited and yet nothing happened.

"What we hear as voices could simply be an effect of the wind," Scott said.
King nodded and added, "And we could somehow be hearing voices from the
street above; there may be some conduit that conducts the sound down here."
But how did an actual breeze manifest itself so far underground, they all
wondered, and could find no answer.

They worked hard at their measurements and plans, and by the time they
emerged into the main house they discovered that all materials had been
delivered.  The rest of the day was spent in preparing the materials,
sawing wood, cutting and bending metal, and generally getting ready for
construction.  They decided there was no way to conceal the massive door
that would seal their cellar off from the tunnel when closed.  Should the
authorities again invade the house, they would simply be invited to see for
themselves what lay beyond.  Likewise they could not conceal the door to
The Annex, but they could feign ignorance of what it led to, and could
claim they had no key to it.

That work took the rest of the day, and it was a tired but happy group that
shared the evening meal.  In anticipation of the usual pairings of the
evening, Cleopatra advised everyone to let the four younger women alone
until their illness passed; they would then be available until late in
their pregnancies, she explained, then added, "Of course, I am not
pregnant, nor ill," smiling coquettishly, and in answer Moses and Adam slid
behind her chair and embraced her together from behind, all three
exchanging smiles.

After the usual attention to their studies in the evening, the remaining
men and boys began pairing up, James and Sampson claiming King and his
enormous organ for the evening.  Scott and Cloud smiled at each other and
slipped arms around one another as they walked off to the bedroom.  Once
there they stood clothed, quietly embracing and kissing, and then slowly
and deliberately began undressing each other, engaging in the dance that is
the prelude to intimacy.

Both naked, they embraced again, pushing back from time to time to admire
each other's bodies: Cloud's long straight black hair, the copper penny
color of his smooth sixteen year old body, the full lips and nose of the
Indians, while Cloud admired Scott's pink and cream body, its dirty blond
hair.  Not for the first time nor for the last, each was grateful for the
variety of bodies that had found their way into that house.

Scott led Cloud to the bed, bidding him lie on his back, and then
gracefully Scott climbed on top of him, head to groin for each.  Scott
admired Cloud's deep rusty cock, fully erect, springing from a wild shock
of stark black pubic hair, while Cloud could see Scott's wrinkled dark rose
ballsack and puckered anus just back of the white man's dusky rose penis,
which the Indian boy now took into his mouth, the white man's bush of brown
pubic hair touching his chin.  Scott likewise took Cloud's somewhat lighter
colored knob, pushing out of his foreskin, into his mouth, at first
nibbling and mouthing just the knob between his lips, then taking the whole
shaft into his mouth.

Their hands grasped the other's thighs, gently tweaked the sensitive skin
of the other's scrotum, slid along backs and reached out to grasp rounded
chest muscles and to tweak nipples.  As moments passed breathing came
heavier, each began grinding his penis a little into the mouth of the
other, pushing a little but not so much as to cause choking.  Now each had
the other's penis fully in his mouth and was pumping, sliding up and down,
as each body trembled in anticipation and desire, and stifled moans escaped
from each occupied mouth.  Up and down, up and down heads and penises went
and then Cloud came first, squealing as he thrust his groin up now,
launching his iron hard penis like a missile into Scott's mouth who
received the shower of sperm the Indian boy released.  Cloud was just
finishing as Scott came, trembling and clenching his buttocks, being
careful not to choke the Indian boy by ramming his rampant penis straight
down the boy's throat.  Each held their position for a while, swallowing
the last of the other's seed, trembling, and then Scott rolled off and,
turning around, lay alongside Cloud, pulling the Indian boy into him for a
long, loving embrace.

The two fell asleep that way, as they usually did, as peace rolled over the
house, as new life sprouted and grew in four young women.  Deep below in
the tunnels, the wind blew again, full of whispers and, had anyone been
there to hear it, perhaps a song.


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