Date: Tue, 17 Jan 2012 19:18:19 -0500
From: lokiaga@austin.rr.com
Subject: Rue Dauphine 16

Rue Dauphine 16
Lance Kyle

Scott Barnes, by nature an early riser, slipped out of the tangle of tan
and brown men and boys and went down the hall to the shower bath to relieve
himself.  Opening the door he found Niobe sitting on the toilet, the sound
of urination clearly to be heard.

"Good mornin' Masta!" she chirped.

"Niobe, I am not your master," said Scott, smiling, chucking her under the
chin.  She giggled.

"I'm callin' you masta and tha's the end of it," she said.  Scott sighed
but decided to go with the flow.  The brown girl finished and stood up.
Scott immediately took her place, and the sound of his own full bladder
emptying itself could be plainly heard.  Niobe stood right in front of him
as he sat there.  He reached out to hold both her hands and she smiled.

"How was it with Cleopatra and Delilah last night," he asked.

She smiled broadly.  "It go good, Masta," she said.  Scott pulled her a
little closer.  Her small, pert, grapefruit sized brown breasts were at the
level of his face.  "Firs' we jes' snuggle, Cleopatra she in the middle.
Then Delilah tell her mama she ain' had King yet and ask if he too big, if
he hurt.  Cleopatra say he mighty big and he stretch you, but you can take
it."  Scott kissed one brown breast and then the other, and Niobe giggled
and sighed, but continued.  "Real quick, Delilah say, `O! Mama, did he
stretch you too bad?  Let me see!' an' she dive down there to look at her
mama.  Cleopatra she surprised and half sit up, but Delilah she too quick.
`Oh, Mama, let me kiss it so it will feel better,' she say, and Masta! She
start lickin' her mama!"  Scott smiled and then grunted hard; the sound of
a load dropping down the shaft was plainly heard.

Niobe giggled again and continued.  "Delilah start kissin' and suckin' and
her Mama sigh great big and moan and lie back again.  I think Cleopatra
change a lot since comin' here," she said, and Scott nodded agreement.  "So
then while Delilah doing that, I move in towar' Cleopatra and tell her she
got pretty breasts, an' I give a li'l pat and then a rub to her left breast
an' I mash my breast agains' her other one."

"This breast?" asked Scott, nibbling the nipple of one taut, grapefruit
sized brown breast.  Niobe giggled.  "Naw, Masta, the other one," so Scott
shifted over to nibble that one, his hands now sliding around Niobe's back
and clutching her buttocks.  The fourteen year old deep chocolate brown
girl sighed, and continued.  "So I rubbin' her breast, and then she start
rubbin' me, an' Delilah lickin' her, and then she come, Masta, moaning and
whining an' her legs thrashing.  So Delilah come up and start rubbin' her
other breast and I shift over and squat on her chest.  Well, Cleopatra, she
get the picture and she slide me up so my thing is above her mouth and she
start lickin' me and befo' you know it, I come!  An' then Delilah, she
climb on board but turn the other way, she back her thing up to her Mama's
mouth an' her mama start lickin' her and I slip down and start lickin'
Cleopatra and they both come about the same time.  Then we jes' hug and
kiss and rub till we go to sleep.  Tha's it."

Scott smiled and then looked down at his rod, which was rising up stiffly.
Niobe reached down and squeezed it gently, then acrobatically leaped up
onto the toilet seat, facing Scott, and with her feet on either side of his
thighs she lowered herself onto his rigid rose rod.  Scott cupped her
buttocks in both hands while the dark chocolate brown girl pulled her body
into Scott's cream colored one, and Scott began moving her up and down, up
and down.  Aroused by her story, and in the fresh vigor of morning, Scott
knew he would climax soon.  But Niobe beat him to it, a deep whine coming
from inside of her, her fingernails scratching his back as she moaned and
shivered.  The contracting of her vagina brought Scott over the edge and he
shot his load straight up inside of her.  Gasping, recovering breath, the
two sat like that for long minutes, holding each other tight.  Then Niobe
pushed back and said, "Le's clean up," and the two went together into the
shower bath, soaping each other up in turn.

Emerging naked from the shower bath they saw Cleopatra and her daughter,
both naked, arms around each other tightly, come from the nearby room to
clean up.  Greetings and good morning kisses were exchanged all around,
Scott's penis trying to get hard again, and then everyone went on their
way.  As Scott finished dressing in his room the tangle of dark chocolate
and coffee and cream man and boys on the bed began to stir, and drowsy
greetings were made.  One by one, after bathing, everyone trooped
downstairs for a breakfast.

The morning brought the usual chores to everyone but Scott, who retreated
again into the secret library cellar under the central wing and began to
study in earnest.  Going back and forth from one volume to another,
constantly cross-checking with his book, he began to arrive at a deeper
understanding of what magic was and what it could do, and of the powers of
the ring.  He saw what he could NOT command: life and death, and people's
true emotions and feelings; he could not create love or hate.  But there
was much he was learning to do.  He broke for lunch and was going to
suggest to his friends that they adjourn to the school room, when the
distant sound of the front door bell could be heard.  James rushed to
answer it and returned, eyes wide, to say that Mama Désirée wanted to speak
to Scott.

Scott hurried to welcome her personally into the house and to escort her to
the sitting room in the left wing.  She settled regally into a comfortable
chair and looked sharply at Scott.

"You are learning new magic," she said.  "Something strange and different.
I can sense it in you."  By answer Scott merely said, "Yes ma'am."  She
nodded and continued to stare at him.  Then she said, "You have freed your
slaves," to which Scott nodded yes.  "And discovered that you did not need
the bond of slavery to keep them with you," she said, whereupon Scott
heaved a sigh of relief and agreed that this was true.  She regarded him in
silence for another moment.

"Have you heard of the Underground Railroad?" she asked.  Scott had not,
and shook his head in the negative.  "All over this country, white people
and free blacks, and Creoles, are helping black people to escape slavery.
Many go north, to free states or Canada.  They go by land mainly.  It is
very perilous and not all succeed.  But," she said, now leaning forward a
bit for emphasis, "many come south, to ports such as New Orleans, where
with the help of sympathetic captains and crews they make their escape by
sea, some to South America or to the free Islands, some around Florida and
then to northern states or Canada."  She paused to let Scott soak in this
news.  "There is a network of people who assist these efforts across the
country, and of course here in New Orleans."  She paused for emphasis.
"This is the work I have for you.  You can help people escape slavery here
in New Orleans."

Scott paused before answering.  It sounded difficult and dangerous.  "I
have my studies..." he said.  "Of course you do," Mama Désirée interrupted,
"why else would I choose you for this work?  You can use your powers in
this effort.  The families torn apart, the cries under the lash, the moans
of despair and loneliness.  You have heard them.  You are acquiring powers
to help, if not end, these practices.  I have chosen you."  Scott realized
it was not a question nor a request, but a statement.  He thought for a
moment and then made a quick decision.  In some way he had been led to this
house, to the ring and the cellar.  It seemed the work Mama Désirée
proposed was but the next step.  "I accept," he said softly but with
determination.

"Good," she said.  "Call your people here."  Scott went to open the door of
the sitting room and nearly bowled over James, who plainly had been
listening at the keyhole.  Scott frowned at him and asked him to call all
the others.  They assembled, and Mama Désirée explained the Underground
Railroad all over again to them, but now with greater detail.  Once again
she declared that she had chosen them for the work, and they all agreed to
what was clearly a declaration and not a request.  To no small extent, they
felt honored.  She rose from her chair and produced a talisman, a tuft of
hair or fur tied to a blood red bead.

"We will start you with simple tasks.  If you find this on your kitchen
door," and she gestured toward the back of the house, "it means that at
midnight a wagon will deliver some people to you.  You are to keep them
hidden, well fed and rested, until you find this taliman on your door
again.  That means a wagon is coming for them at midnight, for a ship is
ready to depart.  This is how your work will begin."  Everyone gathered
around to inspect the talisman, and Niobe and Delilah agreed to check
outside the kitchen door to the alley often throughout the day.  "Expect
your first...guests...soon," Mama Désirée said.  "One can never predict how
long they will stay; it depends on the availability of a ship."

She then rose and made her way to the front door.  Everyone followed her,
in some amount of awe and trepidation.  Turning suddenly she produced a
small bottle of rum from somewhere inside her colorful clothing, and sent a
spray of droplets over everyone gathered there.  "Be blessed," she said,
and then she was gone.  But the people noticed that the tiny droplets on
their skin and clothing emitted the sudden fragrance of roses for a second,
and then it was gone.

There was a moment of silence, and then everyone talked aloud, making
suggestions, expressing astonishment, wondering what was to happen.  Scott
thought for a moment and then suggested that the servants' quarters were a
good place to hide their future guests, far away from the street and prying
eyes...and from their own nighttime activities.  He further noted that the
grand bedrooms of the house were largely going unoccupied, and given his
determination to play the role of the eccentric and hermetic bachelor in
New Orleans society, they were not likely to be occupied by guests.  Scott
suggested that his friends simply pick one of those rooms each for their
own space, and vacate the servants' quarters entirely.  They all were
delighted with the idea, and rushed upstairs to gather their belongings.
There followed an exciting time of choosing bedrooms, all of the blacks
amazed at having such grand accommodations for themselves, the three
younger people simply turning and turning in the middle of their own chosen
rooms, not believing their good fortune. There followed a round of
"visiting" from one room to another, each one putting on an exaggerated
performance of the gracious host.

This work completed, they all went up to the school room in the attic of
the right wing and resumed their studies.  Scott thought they were
progressing very well, determined as they were to learn, and they all
seemed proud of themselves at their accomplishments.  He saw that before
long he would need to order a new set of textbooks, and that eventually
they could simply educate themselves by reading in the main floor library.

Scott still had time that day to go down to the shipping agent he had used
before and place an order for more school supplies.  He took James and
Sampson, who were longing for some exercise even though they both worked
very hard at their duties around the house.  Scott seemed to see the world
differently now, in the company of boys who were now friends and not
slaves—as he saw the ongoing practices of slavery around the city, and
felt how he had distanced himself from them—and as he stopped to survey
the riverboats and ocean vessels that came and went from the port
facilities.  He wondered how many of these might be carrying fugitives,
draining into New Orleans from the Mississippi Valley, or departing New
Orleans for freedom on other shores.  He decided he could not tell, given
the swarm of activity, and perhaps that was what made the Underground
Railroad work here: the very busyness of the port.

The rest of the day, and into the evening, when Scott was not sharing a
meal with his friends, he spent in studying in the secret cellar library.
His new task had given him an idea of where to begin first: leaning arts of
disguise and secrecy, of hiding and confusing others.  With a new vocation
in hand, he redoubled his efforts.  From time to time he would run upstairs
and, standing where he could not be seen, make objects his friends were
using go invisible, much to their consternation.  Laughing inside, he made
them reappear when the person was looking elsewhere, then he slipped away.

Night came on, and an idea came to Scott.  He sought out the twelve year
old mulatto twins, Sampson and Delilah, and invited them to sleep with him
that evening, which they seemed happy to do.  And curious as well—all
the people of the house were learning to throw caution to the wind
sexually, and to follow the creative lead of whomever had an inspiration at
the moment.

Arm in arm, Scott led the twins to his bedroom.  He noticed that the four
remaining others were heading together for another bedroom, and he looked
forward to hearing of what was to transpire there.  In his room, the three
excitedly disrobed, one now helping another with a difficult sleeve,
hanging things up carefully.  Sampson and Delilah had of course seen each
other naked, but they had never had sex together, and each realized with a
sense of excitement that some "firsts" might transpire tonight as they eyed
each other's beautiful café au lait bodies. The twins had an air of
friskiness, and beat Scott to the bed, leaping into the middle, Sam's
semi-erect penis bobbing.

Scott laid down beside them, Delilah in the middle, the twins giggling and
lying side by side but so far doing nothing more.  Scott said, "Sam,
Delilah has such nice little breasts, like little pears.  Have you felt
them?  Try rubbing them softly—yes, like that," he said, as the boy
obeyed, "and try pinching her nipples just a little, not very hard.  Yes,
like that."  The boy turned on his side toward his sister, who giggled as
the boy's hand ran over her chest, so boyish except for the little breasts.
"Delilah, see how hard Sam's penis has become!  You may grasp it and stroke
it if you like, but be very gentle with his balls, they are sensitive."
Delilah now turned on her side toward her brother, and gently they each
began exploring the other.  Scott slid over on his side just behind
Delilah, his dusky rose rod now completely erect and pressed against her
bottom and her lower back.  He reached over her and inserted his own hand
into the explorations that were ongoing, cupping her firm little breasts,
tweaking Sam's nipples and giving the knob on the end of his brown penis a
friendly squeeze.  All three were now breathing hard.

Scott said, "you have both experienced my penis, of course, but perhaps you
have not seen a white man's penis closely.  Remember, it was from a penis
like this that you came.  Want to have a closer look?" Here he lay on his
back and spread his legs somewhat, and the twelve year old mulatto twins
gathered round, now really studying his penis and heavy wrinkled ballsack,
cupping and rubbing, looking closely at every detail of his genitalia.  And
then he said, "Sam, lie on your back, and Delilah, you lie head to toe on
top of Sam, and really look at each other in the same way."  They quickly
complied, and examined each other closely.  Scott called their attention to
how the genitals of all people, regardless of color, have a tendency to be
of darker color than the rest of their skin, and they realized this was
true, the fact being especially plain in Sam's medium dark penis and even
darker wrinkled ballsack that contrasted so nicely with his coffee and
cream skin.  While these examinations were going on, Scott slid his hand up
and down Delilah's backside, rubbing and scratching, giving her bottom the
occasional friendly slap.  Now it was time for the main event.

He put Delilah on her back on the bed and placed Sampson in a squat between
her legs.  Then he reached for the pot of grease and oiled up both his own
hard rod and the mulatto boy's wrinkled brown anus.  He bent Sam forward
into a dog position and slowly inserted the knob of his penis into the boy.
Sam gasped and cried out, but not as much as he had before; he was getting
used to it, and Scott was not nearly the size of King.  Scott paused for a
moment, then in one slow movement inserted himself fully into the boy's
bottom.  Sam cried out again and gasped, panting, but in a moment
whispered, "OK."  Delilah watched all this with excited anticipation.
Then, one palm splayed on the bed and the other hand grasping the boy's
hard cock, Scott pushed forward a little and landed the boy completely
inside his sister.  Fully dilated by the foreplay, it caused her no
discomfort at all, and she pushed her love mound toward her brother to
complete the coupling.  Now Scott guided Sam in pumping slowly, pulling out
as Sam pushed forward into his sister, pushing forward himself as Sam
pulled back a bit.  Each looked down at Delilah, and she shifted her gaze
back and forth from her brother, who wore a crazed grin of sheer ecstasy,
and Scott, who returned her gaze with steady concentration.  The tan
colored mulatto girl was weighed down by the two bodies above her but she
managed to slide her hands along the sides and arms of man and boy, and
reached up over onto Scott's back as much as she could.

Back and forth they went, back and forth, breathing becoming heavier when
Sam, as Scott knew he would, came first, grinding out a strangled cry and
pushing forward hard into his sister while his buttocks clenched and a
small squirt of twelve year old's semen shot into her—although with all
his recent sexual activity, we may assume he was making more semen with
every passing day.  The hormones he absorbed in his body from King, Scott,
and James must be having some effect.

Now Scott whispered fiercely, "Do not withdraw," for he knew Delilah had
not climaxed, nor of course had he.  Pushing forward to keep the boy's
penis inside the girl, Scott placed his legs on either side of Sam's,
pushing Delilah's thighs apart widely, and squeezed inward to clamp the boy
between his legs.  Then Scott began rocking back and forth, sliding in and
out of the boy a little himself each time, but also using Sam as a human
dildo, fucking Delilah with her brother's spent but still semi-rigid cock.
Scott lowered himself, mashing Sam down onto Delilah, so that their skins
were completely in contact, riding on a sheen of sweat.  Holding the boy
tight, Scott pumped slowly, then more quickly, the boy's penis remaining
inside, back and forth and back and forth until Delilah began shuddering
and moaning, her fingers now tearing into Scott's back as she rode the wave
of her climax.  When he could sense that she was finished, Scott pushed Sam
fully forward and then, holding him differently with his own legs, locked
tight into the girl, Scott began slamming quickly into the mulatto boy's
bottom, his lower abdomen smacking against the rounded buttocks, harder and
harder until he also came, roaring, pushing forward now, feeling as if he
could shoot his semen through the tan colored boy and into his twin sister
below.  Shuddering and gasping, he bucked once more and then collapsed.
Responding to a moan from Delilah, Scott rolled off to one side, his penis
coming out of Sam with a pop and a trail of fluid.  Sam rolled off the
other way and Delilah recovered her breath with big gulps.  Then
whispering, laughing, sighing, the three settled into a tangle of arms and
legs and drifted off to sleep.

Down the hall, our other three friends engaged in a round of passion no
less intense.  Throwing clothes off with abandon, King, James, Niobe, and
Cleopatra were soon naked and stood in the middle of the room for a while
in a group embrace, two rigid penises bobbing in between them.  Then King
led the group to the bed and placed Niobe and Cleopatra on their backs.
James made as if to cover Niobe, but King laughed and shook his head no,
and half picked the deep chocolate boy up to place him on top of Cleopatra.
The thirty year old woman threw back her head and laughed, but she drew the
thirteen year old boy down to her, his rigid purple black cock pressed
against her belly, and began kissing him, sucking lips and tongues, her
hands running up and down his sides and back even as James, his eyes wide
at his first experience with an adult woman, broke the kiss from time to
time to nibble her full, taut, pear shaped medium brown breasts.  Cleopatra
arched her chest up in ecstasy at this, and now cupped the black boy's firm
round buttocks with both hands.

King meantime lowered himself over Niobe, keeping himself up off of her
with both palms splayed on the bed so as not to crush her, and they
commenced the same play as the other couple, long kisses, nibbles, tweaks,
and rubs.  First King, and then James, slid down and, placing their rigid
purple black cocks at their partner's vaginas, pushed in.  Both black males
now began pounding frantically, egged on by both females, one encouraging
her own male and then the one inside the female next to her, shouting
encouragement, both black penises pounding and pounding until first James
came, crying out, slamming forward, clenching his buttocks two or three
times to shoot out his thirteen year old's semen.  King was not far behind,
roaring and pushing forward, bucking and trembling, and depositing a load
of seed into Niobe.  King and James collapsed onto their partners, panting
and shuddering.  And then, King did the unexpected.  He pulled out of Niobe
and moved back a bit on the bed, with his strong hands pulled James out of
Cleopatra, and placed James in a dog style in front of him, the boy's still
rigid cock leaking fluid.  With no lubrication other than Niobe's vaginal
fluids and his own semen, King pushed himself into James's bottom
completely.  The black boy cried out in anguish but did not attempt to
escape.  King held his position until James, through seething breath and
gasps, whispered "OK."  Then King began a pounding rhythm such as he had
used in Niobe, his penis never having lost its iron rigidity, his powerful,
rounded buttocks clenching and unclenching in rapid rhythm as he slammed
back and forth.  King towered above the boy and the bed, muscles like hills
on his abdomen rippling beneath the broad mountain plateaus of his chest.
Niobe and Cleopatra now whispered encouragement to King and to James but
for different reasons, Niobe kissing the black boy on the cheek and wiping
the prodigious sweat from his brow, Cleopatra softly stroking his now
flaccid penis and rubbing his chest.  James stood his ground, a look of
concentration on his face, wincing now and then, and then King roared and
slammed forward, climaxing for his second time that evening, grinding his
groin into the black boy's bottom as he shot another fountain of white seed
into the thirteen year old.  King held his position, shivering, then pulled
out of James quickly, and the black boy heaved a sigh of relief and
collapsed forward, his open anus winking and a trail of semen seeping out
of it.  King sat there on his haunches for a moment, then began chuckling
and tumbled down into the pile of bodies on the bed.  Whispering, laughing,
and happy, these four drifted off to sleep as well.

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