Date: Fri, 8 Mar 2013 8:48:13 -0500
From: lokiaga@austin.rr.com
Subject: Visit to the Plantation 12

Visit to the Plantation 12
Lance Kyle

Paris was pulling someone out from behind a bush.  Whomever it was seemed
smaller than him but was putting up a terrific struggle.  Paris wrestled
mightily, his sixteen year old midnight dark rod swinging in the effort,
but might not have prevailed had Biscuit not run up onto the bank to
assist.  Between them the two subdued the person, who was dragged to the
water's edge for Jackson to inspect.

It was immediately clear that it was a young black girl, clothed, with a
boy's short haircut and a look of defiance on her face.  Held on both
sides, she stood at the water's edge, breath heaving with the struggle and
indignation.  She said not a word.

"Look here, gal, what were you doing?  You spying on us?" asked Jackson.
He was still in the water up to his waist, as was the thirteen year old
Pompei nearby.

The girl looked defiant and was silent, but Paris shook her hard and said,
"Answer Masta!"

She looked daggers all around and said, "I saw what y'all did.  I saw
y'all!"

Jackson considered.  "How old are you, gal, and what's your name, and where
are you from."  Stubborn silence again until Paris and Biscuit both shook
her like a rag doll.

"I is Venus, I is thirteen, and I is from The Ashes plantation."  Jackson
nodded.  He knew the owners, the Winthorpe family.

"And what does Master Winthorpe think about you spying on people down
here?" asked Jackson.  The girl drew herself up haughtily.

"What does he think about y'all doin' what y'all was doin'?" she said.
"T'ain't natural."  Jackson thought about it for a minute.  It was
intolerable to be lectured to by this young wench, but what to do?

"Well see here, Missy, you are all concerned about what is natural and not,
we will show you what is natural.  Paris, Biscuit, strip her off!"

Then she really struggled but the simple shift she wore was easily and
quickly removed by the two sixteen year old boys on either side.  Still
holding her, they—and Jackson and Pompei—feasted their eyes on her
naked body as she struggled a moment longer and then gave it up as a lost
cause.  What impressed Jackson immediately was how much she looked like a
boy with a vagina.  She was not beautiful, nor even pretty, but attractive
in a boyish way.  Her hair was boyishly short, her features regular and
definitely African. A small triangle of dark, crisp pubic hair was forming
at her crotch.  He body was a slim tube of dark brown, the hips perhaps
only just beginning to widen, still slim enough to be a boy's, though.  Her
breasts were the size of half oranges, just forming, taut and pert.
Despite having just enjoyed the boys, Jackson's penis began to rise, and he
saw that was certainly true of Biscuit and Paris, although being younger
they might well be expected to have faster powers of sexual recovery.
Taking a quick glance sideways at Pompei, he saw the thirteen year old
holding his member under water.

"Well gal, we are going to show you what's natural if you think what we did
is not natural.  Maybe you'll like this better.  Bring her down to me!" he
commanded.

Now she struggled again but Paris and Biscuit easily prevailed, one on each
arm, and brought her down to stand directly in front of Jackson.  Not
wasting a moment, he pulled her to his body with both arms and reaching up
to grasp her cap of thick black wool he tilted her head back and kissed her
on her full, thick lips.  She gasped—it was all happening so quickly.
"Behind her" gasped Jackson in between kisses, and Paris immediately took
his place directly behind her.  Now she was trapped, pinned between the
dark brown slave boy behind and his rampant black rod, and the white man in
front, whose rosie erection was now complete and pressing against her belly
under water.  White man and black slave boy ground into her, kissing her
lips, kissing her from behind, cream and dark brown hands reaching to cup
her small breasts and tweak her nipples.

Then Pompei came up and nudged his brother aside and took his place,
grinding his thirteen year old erection into the girl's backside.  Then
Biscuit took a turn as well.  Venus, meanwhile, was gasping, unable to
control events, pinned in front and back.  This went on for several
minutes, Jackson fondling and grinding her in front, the boys taking turns
from behind.  Then the white man suddenly broke off.

"Lay her down on the bank," he commanded, and when she made as if to resist
he warned her, "gal, we are going to do what you would call natural, and if
you don't want to be hurt you go along with it, so stop struggling."  There
was another moment's hesitation, and then you could see her give in,
acquiesce to what was about to happen.  And to tell the truth, in the time
it took to take her back to the bank and lay her naked on it, her feet and
calves lapped by the water, it seemed as if she resigned herself to it.
She no longer struggled, but looked instead at the swinging erections of
the two boys she could see, one midnight dark and one medium brown.

"Pompei, take her," commanded Jackson.  The thirteen year old grinned
hugely and came out of the water quickly, his small but rock hard erection
waving.  He positioned himself at her crotch and with one push entered her.
She arched her back but did not cry out; it seemed as if the fondling and
kissing in the water may have actually excited her enough to want what was
happening.  Stretching out on top of her, grasping her shoulders tightly
with his hands and covering her full lips with his own full, meaty lips,
the thirteen year old black boy began pounding the thirteen year old slave
girl.  Coming up behind, Jackson slapped the boy's tight rounded bottom
each time it came back up in its cycle.  There was no doubt about it, by
the time he was finished, she was pounding back, and her arms began
clutching and scratching at his slim back.  He came with a deep groan and
pushed once, hard, into her as his young ejaculation emptied out into her.

Pompei was still panting when Paris, at Jackson's direction, pulled his
brother off and with no further ceremony entered the girl himself.  The
sixteen year old lasted longer, now holding himself up off the girl while
she splayed her hands against his chest, watching his rod slide in and out
of her, now lying close against her while his hips pistoned back and
forth. Jackson was still right there, and crowding in close to the
copulating couple he cupped Paris's hard, rounded bottom with one hand and
followed it in its cycle, pulling back and pushing forward, then pushing
forward hard as Paris roared and pushed himself hard into her, shuddering
and bucking as he emptied himself into her.

Then it was Biscuit's turn.  He pushed the panting Paris aside and
positioned his mulatto rod at her love nest.  It slid in easily on a road
of semen left there by the brothers.  Jackson wiped some of the discharge
onto his fingers as Biscuit was entering her and inserted those fingers
into the mulatto boy's anus so that as Biscuit pumped back and forth he
also slid back and forth on the white man's fingers.  The massage that this
gave to his prostate, plus the excitement of watching two boys before him,
brought the mulatto slave boy to a climax very soon.  Making a high pitched
keening sound, he shivered and bucked, still plunging raggedly in and out
of the girl, until he stopped and slumped down onto her body.

Jackson gave the mulatto boy no more time to recover than any of the boys
had had.  He pulled the slave boy off and with no ceremony entered the
slave girl himself.  Stimulated by the fourth penis to enter her, he could
feel Venus climax herself as he entered her, she shivered and thrust her
pelvis up, thrashing left and right as the white man began a furious
pumping, holding himself up off of her as she grasped him by the arms so he
could see his rosie cock sliding in and out of her dark brown body.  Her
vagina was full of slave semen that sucked and gurgled as he pumped, and
then with a roar he added his own discharge to that store.  The black slave
girl was filled with semen on the banks of the river that day, and if she
escaped pregnancy it was a miracle.  Once spent, Jackson collapsed down on
top of her and recovered his breath as the slave boys lolled on the bank
beside him, and the girl moaned softly.

Then Jackson pulled out of her with a squishy sound and looked at her body
once, then said, "You can go.  Think twice next time you spy on people and
tell them they are unnatural," and he entered the water again, as did the
three boys, to clean off.  Rising weakly, the girl splashed herself as
clean as she could in the shallows, a stream of shining fluid running down
her legs, then without a word dressed and ran off.  The man and boys
exchanged smiles and the boys whooped with laughter.

Drained but happy, the four piled back into the wagon.  They had of course
stayed longer than they intended, but they were happy, if tired, when they
reached the lights of town as the evening was beginning.

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