Date: Sat, 21 Oct 2006 22:55:01 EDT
From: Ecnelis133803912@aol.com
Subject: A History of pre-bellum South -- 6

Many faculties in universities  around the world study Ante-bellum slavery in
the Southern States. The following  stories are pure fantasy, but based on
events that really happened: academic  studies document similar events in the
ante-bellum past. Many are published in  internet. The author does not require
any copyright. Within nifty's guidelines,  anybody can copy the following
invented story, without mentioning the author's  name and reference. The author
does not condone slavery that was common until  the Civil War in the States ended
it, and he deeply regrets that such infamies  could happen. Comments are
welcome. Person names are purely  fiction.
For your information, please note  that $1 of the year 1800 is equal to about
to-day's $30
Chapter 6
Jacky's impressions: from his  diary.
It was the day of my  14th birthday; I expected my parents to call me into
the living room  to receive the promised important (I presumed) presents. Thus,
you can  understand how impatient I was. My mother, in the morning, did tell
me to  prepare myself after a warm shower, to remain naked with only a towel
around my  waist. I was foreseeing something sexually tangible and interesting.
When they  called me into the living room, I found a marvelous show:
My father and mother were sitting  on their comfortable easy chairs, each
having on their knees a beautiful slave  male child. My father was holding a deep
black muscular Negro; my mother a  charming bronzed white blond smooth kid.
While the slavelets, entirely naked,  were kissing and licking their masters,
my parents, absentmindedly, were playing  with the almost hairless infantile
cocks and testicles of the two slavelets,  causing their sizable erection, and
enhancing their erotic assaults.
But the most astonishing show were  two white-bronzed slaves, their backs
toward me covered by waiving golden manes,  almost reaching their buttocks.
Attached with red silk ribbons to their necks  were two good wishing cards, with
written "happy birthday dear Jacky!" I thought  that they were two bed warming
wenches as my present. Encouraged by my  grandfather, I approached them, and
to my great astonishment I discovered that  one was a boy, and what a Boy!  A
magnificent muscular nude Apollo with well-proportioned limbs, powerful biceps
 and pectorals, narrow hips, and fantastic bottom cheeks was parading in
front of  me, smiling happily in his show, meant to please me, his new owner.  I
hesitated to finger him, but the  youngster did put his almost stiffening cock
in my hand, while at the same time  he started to kiss me by introducing his
tongue between my lips. I felt almost  dizzy with happiness, and I started to
caress his magnificent muscular body, his  smooth velvety skin. One does not
have any idea of the paradisiacal Ecstasy in  touching the hard muscles of such
a beautiful white blond bronzed male. However,  my grandfather insisted,  "you
have to examine  also your other present. The wench is anxious to please her
new  master!  "
I reluctantly left the gorgeous  youngster, and started to examine the wench.
Surely, she was extremely  beautiful, slightly shy, but this enhanced my
desire for her. I must admit that  so far, I had only dry orgasms, and I truly
hoped that the defloration of this  birthday present would produce a real spurt
of seeds. My father told me just  last week how impatient he was to see the
future product of my coupling on top  of a desirable female.
Seeing my hesitation, my new blond  slave, very efficient in his glorious
nakedness, took my hand suggesting me to  squeeze his sister's titties, while
sucking her tongue between her luscious  lips. I was astonished that the boy
would encourage me toward the wench  defloration. He well understood my
hesitation, and explained me that they both  were more then happy that the first
intercourse would happen with such a young  and inexperienced fellow. Surely, my
handling of the assault would be a moderate  mounting of the girl: she would both
enjoy and suffer, but finally resulting, if  not immediately, in a happy
pregnancy.
I didn't notice that my slave boy,  surreptitiously, had taken away the towel
from around my hips: thus I did find  myself totally naked, pressed against
the body of the most beautiful naked white  slave girl I couldn't have imagined
even in my dreams. What astonished me was  the assault of the wench toward
me. She pressed her naked body against mine,  sucking hungrily my tongue in deep
and long French kissing, while her hands were  trying to caress my buttocks
cheeks, slowly introducing one finger into my ass  hole. All this aroused me
tremendously, causing my cock's hardening and moving,  almost independently, out
of any control.
It was at this moment that my  grandfather advised: "Let us go and leave
Jacky with his  blond bull, his twin sister and our two slave kids. They will
manage together  much better than in our presence. I ordered the blond athlete to
supervise the  coupling, because of his long experience. Moreover the wench
has been schooled  to please my grand son, and the two kids will be a good help
in the forthcoming  actions.  "
Thus, everybody, but the slaves,  left.
While I was enjoying the contact  with my beautiful wench (a present that I
really did appreciate), her twin slave  brother did fluster in my ear: "Your
grandfather ordered me, my sister and my  kid brother to assist you for a
perfect achievement in your sexual education.  Therefore try to follow my advice,
and you will really appreciate all the  advantages of a sexual activity, while
deflowering my virginal sister. She was  quite relieved, when told that she
would loose her virginity under a handsome  young white master. She always feared
to be compelled to be coupled first with a  burly Negro male"
I tried to answer my  acknowledgement, when I heard the opening of the door,
and I looked astonished  the entry of my father's bastard slave daughter (my
half sister!). As she came  in, I saw her completely naked for the first time,
parading in all the beauty of  her splendid caramel colored body. My father
and I, due to the narrow blood  relation, did always avoid any touching her.
Thus, everybody well knew of her  intact virginity.  My beautiful  blond Hercules
stopped his activity, and looked at the gorgeous young wench with  eager
admiration.
"Your grandfather" he started telling me, "required my stud service in  order
to deflower your half sister. I can thus demonstrate how to proceed toward
an efficient breaking into a virgin wench and her reaction against the assault
of a likely male.  Moreover, both  your parents expect that fast pregnancies
will be the result of our actions,  yours and mine.  "
I was  more than happy to hear those words. I was fondling my beautiful blond
wench,  but little I knew how to proceed further. Therefore, I looked with
great  interest at the movements of my splendid slave boy. I saw him jumping
with a  springy leap toward my half-sister slave. I knew how sex hungry she was,
because  she tried several time to make love with me, something that my
parents always  forbade. My blond athletic slave was like a sexually excited lion
toward the  luscious half-blood female. Although she was my age, really she
looked a  well-developed nicely tittied girl. In a jiffy, my new slave buck took
hold of  the pretty half-blood female and suddenly they both were fighting
wildly on the  floor. I could well see his male sex getting hard and big.
Suddenly, I saw the  young nigro muscular boy, the slavelet so eager to excite just a
few moments ago  my father while playing on his lap. He took hold of my blond
athletic slave's  now rigid penis with one hand, frantically inserting it into
my half sister's  sex. With the other hand, he was plunging one finger into
the male's anus. These  operations only enhanced the sexual male rage, causing
him into a wild pumping,  while the girl was screaming, with her hands
voluptuously squeezing the muscular  biceps and shoulders of her assailant. Of
course, she was keeping her thighs  well squeezing the powerful hips of his gorgeous
male  opponent.
The  situation was getting out of hands, mainly because of the dreadful
screams of  the shouting wench: my covering slave cruelly bit indeed her breasts.
He  interrupted his ferocious action by shouting me: "Master, master, start
squeezing, cover my  sister, and enjoy her as much as I am enjoying this rape!  "
I was going to follow his advice,  when I felt the other blond slavelet
embracing my legs, and start licking my  balls and the sensitive tissue between
balls and anus.  Already I was feeling a strange boost  toward squeezing my young
blond pretty female. She was now licking the inside of  my left ear. This
combined licking aroused me, my cock started to have almost a  life of its own,
and we fell, all three of us, on the nearby couch. The slavelet  apparently had
well learned those provocative sexy actions. His tiny hands took  hold of my
penis and I felt myself pushing and entering for the first time (for  both of
us) into the virginal womb. An acute scream signaled that I had really
succeeded in breaking into her. The slavelet strongly put first one, than two
fingers into my anus and, oh miracle, I felt for the first time a wet orgasm, my
sperm spurting with great pressure invading the innermost duct of the now no
longer virgin slave girl.
Really, I felt myself happy, and  could not stop pumping repeatedly, until I
fell exhausted on the panting wench.  However, it was not enough for me. I did
not extract myself, and already my  youthful sexuality compelled me to start
anew. I did not even listen to the  complaining wench, who again and again was
saying:  "Thank you Master,  but please it hurts and get out of me". The
blond male slavelet, still pressing  his silky hard-soft body against my back,
whispered in my ear "Don't pay any  attention. You are the master; if she keeps
crying, I will whip her. I have  nearby a dog whip handy. They taught me how to
handle the whip against unwilling  wenches!  And I will enjoy doing  it".
I became  curious to witness the realisation of this proposal. Thus, I
reluctantly  withdrew my cock from the wench, which I left on the pillows still
crying and  moaning. The blond muscular youngster, dog whip in hand, approached
the shaking  wench: he started hitting her with precise and cruel strokes. I
thought how  painfully my beautiful female slave would feel this torture, and, on
a sudden  impulse, I grabbed the boy, and we both fell on the floor. It was a
new  sensation for me, so intimately touching the boy's smooth body.
Instantly my  penis became again rock hard, and the boy, laughing, with one smooth
hand took  it, and, sitting on my lap, tried to introduce it in his narrow anus.
I was  enchanted both by the feeling of the youthful body against me, and by
the riding  movements of the now impaled slave on my rod. My hands were
squeezing and  pinching the still promising slave's muscles, while again I was
spurting my  seeds into him. With a large smile, showing his tiny white perfect
teeth, the  boy turned his head toward me, and kissed me on my lips, slowly
introducing his  rosy tongue into my mouth. The delicious taste made my mouth water.
I really  thought how thankful I had to be toward my parents for such a
wonderful  anniversary present. Throughout these actions, I was fingering the
maleness of  this pleasant blond animal. Caressing the tiny balls, stroking the
hardening  still small cock, gave me a new sensation of happiness. I could have
gone for  hours with this play.
On  the other side of the room, my young Hercules was now impaling the nigro
boy,  acting in the same way as myself. He looked at me and said, "I  see you
enjoy my brother's body, but you should taste also black muscular  slaves.
Their smooth hot skins will give you quite some more pleasure. Do ask  your
parents to purchase a couple of strong black males. I will teach you how to  handle
them for your sexual satisfaction. My former master, at Blackhot  plantation,
has quite a choice to offer. Your visit, I am sure, will be more  then
welcome! "
That  gave me something to think, if my parents would allow me this visit, I
will  register it on this diary.
To be continued only if somebody  is still interested.
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