Date: Sun, 3 Mar 2013 22:02:54 +0100 From: Internet Subject: Plantation Temptation Part 8 This story is completely fictional. Any similarities to any persons or events, past or present are purely coincidental. This story contains scenes which involve sexual situations between youths and adults. If this type of material is offensive to you or is not legal for you to read this type of material, please do not read any further. Please leave comments at succumballs@hotmail.com AND PLEASE REMEMBER TO CONTRIBUTE TO NIFTY. NIFTY NEEDS YOUR FINANCIAL SUPPORT. PLEASE FIND THE LINK AT THE TOP OF THE NIFTY HOME PAGE TO LEARN HOW TO CONTRIBUTE. YOUR CONTRIBUTIONS HELP KEEP THIS WEB SITE ALIVE. Every bit helps, Thank you. Part 8 Before dinner, as the light turned yellow and the crickets started making a racket a carriage turned up the drive to Double Long Farm. The driver was a handsome negro in black and white livery. Under the back canopy sat a white man in a straw hat, yellow paisley vest and white jacket. Next to him sat a nearly naked negro, dressed only in a pair of thin cotton drawstring shorts slit up the backside far enough so that his testicles hung out onto the leather seat. When the carriage pulled to a stop in front of the big house Jeb came out the front door. There was no mistaking Eric's brother Tom when he stood up; the family resemblance was strong. Another broad shouldered blond with a bubble ass and fine bulge down his left thigh. The driver jumped down, unfolded the step and opened the door. Tom hopped down and stretched, then turned and said, "Come on, "Mikey." Mike jumped down and stood behind Tom as Jeb came down to greet them. "You must be Tom, Mr. Weston." The tall, light-skinned butler said. "My name is Jeb, Sir." "Nice to meet you, Jeb. This is Mikey. He's my very own negro." Tom laughed and continued, "He's my first one I mean, but I'm thinking of getting some more because Mikey here's got an ass that just can't get enough white meat up it. Turn around and show him your ass, Mikey." Mike turned, embarrassed. Tom pulled the seam open and ran his fingers into the black crack. "Shit, Mikey. You're still sticky from this morning. Hope you didn't leave a mess on the seat." Mike looked at the leather carriage seat. "No, Master. I clean myself up good after taking you and the sheriff after breakfast." "Well, must have been the bumpy ride that shook your ass loose. Where's my big brother. And he is big, Mikey, so get ready for some major meat up that hungry ass." Just then Eric and Dongo came out the front door. Tom's jaw dropped at the sight of Dongo who shook his hand and then held it in both of his as he massaged the middle finger. "Eric didn't say what a fine looking brother he had, Mr. Tom." His grin assured Tom that he would soon be lapping on the finest negro cock within miles. Eric came up behind Dongo grinning. "Close your mouth, Tommy, unless you want to suck him right here in the drive, which you can if you want. I told you, you'd like him." Tom turned to Eric. "Ricky. You son-of-a-bitch." He laughed and hugged his brother who felt his semi-erection. "I can wait until we get inside, but only if you promise to fuck Mikey here. He likes big white cocks, and I told him you're the family phenomenon this generation, so be nice to him and put some dick up his ass." "Where'd you find him?" "Bought him in Richmond. I couldn't resist. Look at this ass. Turn around again, Mikey." This time Mike turned grinning so Eric slipped his fingers into the sticky crack of the new negro who pushed his ass flower open over the curious fingers. "He certainly is ready, Tommy, but --" "Mikey's always ready. Aren't you, Mikey?" Tom held his negro by the cheeks and sucked his full lower lip. "But we came down here to free the slaves, not buy new ones." "Well, we can free this one any time you want, Ricky. I only paid $75 for him and he earned me back $12 the first night in a bar." "Doing what?" Eric asked. "What do you think, Ricky? Taking dick up his ass for a buck a shot, except for the kids. They only paid fifty cents a piece, but they came real fast too. The sheriff last night in Franklin got him for free this morning because Mikey got a case of drooly dick hearing how the sheriff fucked a cute white prisoner, especially after finding out you got the two white boys here working off some stupid prank they pulled on one of your poor slave. Are they cute? Because Mikey's ass is running empty, and since he's mine I want to keep him happy." As they spoke Bud and Russ came around the side of the barn. They'd just washed for dinner in the trough behind and wore just their pants and boots. Bud was drying his blond hair with his shirt, and Russ was shaking the water out of shiny brown curls. They both looked masculine and virile in the evening light. "Whoa," Tom said. "How long you got these two around." "Another few weeks," Eric grinned. "Well, Mikey and I may have to extend our stay, huh, Mikey?" Mike stared at the two handsome men coming their way, rubbing his hands on his thighs. "Master Tom," he whispered. "Can I? Please." "Don't get all hot under the collar, Mikey." Tom looked at his negro whose pants began to rise up in the front. "Oh, you don't have a collar, do you?" Then he laughed and took hold of the rising cock shaft through the cotton pants. "Well, don't get all hot under the pants, you wet assed nigger." Then he called to the two white man, "Hey boys. I got a negro here getting all drippy just looking at you two handsome bucks. He loves white cock anywhere you want to put it, so if you got the time, Mikey here's got a nice tight ass and loves pulsating white cocks shooting him full." Bud grinned back stopped and put out his hand. "You must be Mr. Weston's brother, Tom. Nice to meet you, Sir. I'm Bud." "You can call me Tom, Bud. And you look like you got enough juice in you to take care of Mikey here and me as well. Whoo." He sighed. Bud laughed, thanked him for the compliment and held the fine hand that had obviously never seen a day's hard work. Russ stopped in front of Mike whose smooth, chocolate cock head hung visible in the tear of his pants like a forbidden fruit. "I'm Russ." He said and put out his hand. Expecting the white man to grab his cock or stick a finger up his ass Mike just stood and waited until Russ took his hand and shook it saying, "I ain't never thought of liking no nigger before, but this morning we both got took real good by a couple of real fine fucking nigger dicks. And then there was Abe whose dick is --" "Shut up, Russ." Bud shook his head. "Don't get mad, Bud. I do anything you want me to do. Just don't leave me alone. I can't get on by myself." Russ got scared. Bud turned him around showing them all his scared back. "His daddy whipped him half to death all his life, so he's kind of skittish, but he's a good man." Bud hugged him tight and continued, "You can fuck the nigger any time you want, Rusty Butt. I ain't going to get mad. We ain't fucking married." "Can I, Bud?" Then he turned to Mike. "You look like you got a nice dick on you too, Nigga. Can I see your ass?" Mike turned around. "Shit," Russ put his fingers into Mike's crack. "Shit, Bud, he's sticky already." Then to Mike, "I got to go clean up Abel. You want to come help. Can he, Mr. Tom, Sir?" "You can just call me Tom." "Hi. I'm Russ." "Yeah," Tom shook his head. "I just heard, and yeah, you can take Mikey off for a while." "Don't be late for supper, Russ." Bud commanded. "OK, Bud. Come on, Nigger." He put his fingers into Mike's crack again to get him walking. A few steps on he said, "Why don't you just take those dumb pants off, Mikey." Mike stepped out of his pants and hung them over his shoulder. "Jeeze, what an ass. Look everyone." But when he turned the others were on their was into the house. Around back Abe sat on his bed studying the reading book Eric had given him. Russ entered with a bucket of water. "Where's your shit pot, Abe?" "I emptied it already." "That's my job, Abel. You know that. Let me see your feet. This is Mikey." Mike stood with a half erection already dripping." "What's he doing here. Is he going to fuck me?" "No, but look Mikey." Russ loosened Abe's pants and pulled them off. "Isn't that the longest dick you ever saw. It's so nice to suck on too. Let me wash your feet now." Russ knelt before the dark negro and started washing his feet. "What the hell happened to you?" Mike asked. Russ started crying. "Shit, Abel. I'm so sorry I did that." He buried his face in Abe's crotch and sniffed his pubic hair. "You know I am." Abel pulled up his face. "It's OK, Russ. It's all over now, and I can walk just fine again, so let's just forget it, once and for all. OK?" "But Mr. Dongo says I got to come here every day to see what I done to you. And I so sorry." After washing Abe's feet he began sucking his prick head. "And besides, I like sucking on you, and Pearl ain't so interested no more now you getting used to liking it up the ass and all, so you like me sucking it, don't you?" Abel held the upper third of his shaft that was very slowly swelling with blood, and swizzled the spongy glans around Russ' lips as he bent over the white man's head and massaged his throat. "Yeah, Rusty Butt, I like you sucking me real good because you like doing it so much, don't you, pussy man?" "I do, Aby baby." Russ throated at least half the long hose." "Tell me again, pussy man. Tell me you like nigger meat." "You know I do, Abe. You so fucking black, like nighttime." He took the glans out of his mouth and stared at it, and then kissed it and licked and kissed it again. "Look at this. Like a black diamond, so shiny and sweet. Look Mikey. Don't you love it?" Mike had stroked the white cock until it was good and hard. "You going to fuck me now, Mr. Russ. I sure do want you to, and your Bud friend too, if he like fucking nigger ass." Russ stood up and bent Mike over Abe's bed. "Is it OK, Abe, if I do Mikey here for a minute. I think he kind of needs it." Abe got up to go. "No, you stay right here, Abel. Suck on him, Mikey. He's got a fine monster snake here. Look." Russ bent over Mike, shoved his cock right up to the end of his eight fat inches, took hold of Abe's long snake and shoved it into Mike's mouth. Abe moved against the wall to sit back comfortably with Mike between his legs, his head bobbing up and down on the long shaft as Russ worked his ass full of white meat. "Shit, Mikey, you got a nice round ass, and tight too. Bud's going to like it too. You want a go at it too, Abel?" "I can't take that thing up my ass." Mike protested. "Course you can. I can." He slapped Mike's ass. "Come on, Abe. Fuck him." "I don't want that thing up my ass." Mike said. "Well, I'm going to tell Tom you ain't doing what you're told. And I'm going in to eat." Russ pulled his fat cock out of the hungry brown ass. "Mr. Russ --" Mike almost cried. "Please don't go. I do whatever you say. Come on and fuck me now, Abe. Do whatever you want. I be a good boy. Come on back. Please." "I'll fuck you later, Mikey. Bud said not to be late for dinner. Come on. Let's go eat now." "Mr. Russ --" "Nigger Mike. You get up right now and get those pants on. Shit, somehow. With that big dick sticking out somewhere. Come on, now, or I Won't fuck you later." Mike jumped up at once and followed Russ into the backdoor of the house. Nelly and Pearl were helping Sara and Jeb get the dinner ready for the dining room when Russ and Mike came into the kitchen. "You got to eat in the dining room tonight, Mr. Russ," Jeb said. "Dressed like this?" Russ asked and looked at his sweat stained shirt. "No," Jeb answered. "Mr. Weston laid out a suit of clothes for you and Mr. Bud in the blue guest room. He's up there changing now, so get your ass up there so the master don't have to wait all night for his supper." "Yes, Sir, Mr. Jeb." "Don't you let nobody hear you calling me Mr. Jeb, white boy. You want to show your respect, you can call me Jebson. You hear me?" "Yes, Sir, Jebson." "Now get your pretty white ass upstairs, boy." Jeb laughed, "They going to get some use out of that tonight. Hee hee. And you, Nigga," he continued to Mike, "Take those pants off and put this on." Mike stripped buck naked, took the white square and studied it confused. "Like this," Jeb pulled on Mike's cock and balls, then went to a drawer and brought back several steel ring. He chose one carefully, then eased the balls through one at a time and then oiled the penis and slowly squeezed it through too. "What'choo doing?" Mike asked. "This ring will give you a lift so you got a nice bump in the front." He then helped Mike tie the apron around his waist so that he was covered in the front down to his knees, but half of each ass cheek and his crack were exposed. Then he oiled up the negro's ass and said, "Now you ready to serve dinner. And don't go dropping anything. And do what you're told, especially with that meaty ass." "Yes, Sir. Mr. Jeb." Bud and Russ came into the dining room dressed like they'd never been dressed before. Bud's shirt was a bit small since Eric's biggest clothes weren't quite enough for the huge man. He had no pants on and wondered what was going on. Russ looked funny in a shirt that was long and thin for him. Even though he'd rolled the sleeves up it was too small. He too was naked below the waist. When Dongo, wearing a fancy purple brocaded vest, stood up to greet them they saw he too wore no pants. "Sit down, gentlemen," he said as the two newcomers stared at his magnificent sex organ. The two approached a table like they'd never seen before. Eric sat at the head, flanked by Dongo on his right and Tom on his left. Bud sat next to Dongo and Russ next to Tom, both of them confused. The table was covered with a brocaded cloth almost down to the floor. Two candelabra with a bouquet of flowers between them were set down the center. The crystal glasses were so heavy they felt full. A confusing array of plates, glasses and silverware sat before them. Sara appeared and took the napkin next to each plate, shook it open and placed it in the lap of each gentleman, being sure to tuck it firmly between the thigh and genitals so it would not slip onto the floor. Then she pulled the table cloth up over their thighs. When Bud felt something brush his ankle he asked confused, "What's that under the table?" Eric grinned. "Just a few little fish swimming under the table. Don't worry about them. They won't do more than nibble on the interesting parts." At that Bud felt two soft hands slide up his calves and spread his knees. Then a mouth covered his prick head. "I say Mr. Weston, you really know how to give a party, Sir." Eric smiled with pride as Russ' eyes popped open. "What's that?" He asked as another mouth licked his balls. "I hope you enjoy the meal, Bud. Russ." Eric grinned. "We want to please you after your anal ordeal earlier." When Russ looked scared Eric soothed, "Don't be frightened, Rusty. No harm will come to you tonight. I mean to please you, whatever that may require." "OK." Russ was not convinced. He looked at Bud, worried. In the kitchen Mike was being taught how to serve the soup. When Eric rang a bell he brought in a large terrine. As he bent toward Eric his ass stood sideways to Tom who said, "Shit, isn't he cute? And at the table." He slid his fingers up the oiled crack. "See why I couldn't resist him, Eric. This ass..." "You always did like asses, Tommy." Eric grinned. When Russ looked puzzled Eric opened his hands as if to offer everything he had. "Serve our guest next, will you, Mikey." Tom said. Mike went to Russ and offered him soup. As he ladled two spoons full into his bowl Russ felt the mouth on his balls move to his cock head. "Who's down there?" He asked. "Just some little friends." Eric smiled. "I see you've never had a dinner sans pantalon?" "What's that mean?" Russ looked still worried. "It means without pants on." Tom said. "And the mouthes under the table are just to get you in the mood." Russ downed the whole glass of wine, wiped his mouth on his sleeve and then put his fingers into Mikey's crack. "Shit, Nigger, you are ready, ain't you?" "Yes, Sir, Mr. Russ. That's my job tonight, and I real happy to do it too." He turned his ass into Russ' face. "Shit, Boy." Russ spread the cheeks with both hands and blew into the crack. "I need another glass of wine." Jeb was in the room now with a matching apron and immediately poured Russ another glass of wine. "Here you are, Sir." After he gulped it down Jeb reached down and took the napkin from his lap. "Mr. Russ, Sir?" "Oh, right." Russ wiped his mouth with the delicate cloth, then said, "Where'd he go? There was someone licking my... Ah, never mind." Jeb took the napkin and replaced it between Russ' thigh and genitals, tucking it in with a nice caress. "A mouth?" Eric asked. "Well, there are only two so I'm afraid we have to share." He took two spoons of soup and sat back. "Ahhh." Everyone could tell he slouched down and spread his legs, put his hand under the table and pulled a head to his crotch. "That's my little cock sucker. Lick daddy's balls nice and good." After Mike had served everyone soup Russ said, "Come here, Nigger. I want some more." When Mike began to ladle more soup into his bowl he said, "Not soup." He poked his middle finger into Mike's anus and grinned. "Yeah, that's what I want, Nigga." Mike ground his ass in circles until Tom laughed, "Maybe you better put the soup terrine down before you spill it, Mikey." Mike looked around. "On the sideboard, Mikey, in case someone wants more." "Yes, Master Tom, Sir." "Now go back to Russ, Mikey." Tom ordered. "He seems to want seconds." "Yes, Master Tom." He went and stood next to Russ who immediately began fingering the negro butt hole again. Eric and Tom watched amused as their guests enjoyed the novelty of the evening. Both Dongo and Bud had sat back enjoying the mouthes of their cocks. Russ was in another world, fixated on Mikey's ass. He had two fingers in it and then spread the cheeks and popped both thumbs in, his mouth open and his eyes fixed on the brown hole. He spoke half to himself, "Isn't this the nicest, meatiest ass you ever saw?" "If you're done with your soup you can have a little ass between courses, Russ. Anything to please our guests." Eric encouraged. "You mean -- Is that OK? At the table?" "That's why we're all here. To amuse ourselves however we want." Just then Bud closed his eyes, put both hands under the table and pulled a head back and forth over his prick head. "Fuck, yeah, baby. Suck my cock," he whispered. Russ pulled Mikey over by the hips and said, "Bend over, Nigger." Mikey aimed his ass in the direction of Russ' face and pulled his cheeks open. He was rewarded by a hot tongue lapping up his crack. After a minute Russ said, "Look at this hole. It's coming open all pink and pretty. Shit, Mikey." Russ pushed his chair back. "Sit on my dick, Nigger Mike." Mike looked at Tom for permission. "Do what you're asked, Mikey." Mike grinned his thanks and backed onto the thick seven inch cock. "That's it, Mikey." Russ held him in his lap and dug up between the split black cheeks. MIke groaned, raised and lowered himself on the fat white dick that was making him so happy. "You're such a good nigger ass, Mikey. If I had the money I'd buy you from Tommy here." Tom laughed. "I'm not sure he's for sale, Russ." "Well, I can see why." Russ had reached under the apron and grabbed Mike's own drooping cock and used it to steer his ass around his shaft. "Now get up, Mikey." "Oh, Mr. Russ." Mike moaned sadly. and squirmed his ass as deep down as he could. "You doing my ass so good." "Get the fuck up, Nigger!" Russ grabbed him by the balls and pulled him off. Mike rose holding his nuts, and Russ continued, "Now, lay over the end of the table here." The far end of the table had not been set since the five sat at one end, and the table could easily have seated twelve. As Mike bent over the table's far end Jeb removed the apron and laid it onto the table cloth to protect it. Naked now Mike laid his torso down, his legs spread and ass crack ready for more. Russ went behind him and slapped both hand on the naked ass cheeks. Mike winced but arched his ass upward. Russ pulled the cheeks apart. "Look at that pucker close up." He bent down and put his tongue to it. "Come on, baby. Open up." Mike's hole relaxed, and Russ shoved his cock right in until he slapped against the negro's buttocks. Mike groaned again. "Oh, yeah," Russ ground around the hole. "Mikey's in nigger heaven. Ain't you, Mikey? Getting your nigger ass stuffed with white meat." Russ leaned over the negro, grabbed his testicles with one hand, his cock with the other and stretched them in opposite directions until Mike moaned and panted. Then he humped the negro hard and deep until the glasses on the table shook. Then he slowed down and bit the negro's ear. "You like that, don't you, Mikey?" Mike nodded. "Don't you, Mikey?" He whispered into the negro's ear. Mike reached behind and held Russ to his ass. "Let's hear it, Mikey. You want my white meat?" "Yes, Sir, I want your white meat fucking my nigger ass." Russ stood up and pounded Mike until the table shook again. "You like white meat, don't you, nigger?" "Yes, Sir. Fuck my nigger ass with your white dick." "Fucking nigger." Russ pounded the negro as hard as he could as Mike ground his hips in ass heaven. He couldn't get enough. "Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah." Russ kept saying as he rode the man hard. "Oh yeah, nigger. Here we go." Dongo caught a water glass that nearly fell over as Russ pounded Mike to heaven. "You got it, nigger!" Russ slammed into the black hole, dumping his load. "Fuck, yeah, Mikey. You good nigger ass." He slowed his pumping and panted, "Oh, yeah, Mikey. Take my cum. Take it, Mikey." Since Mike held Russ tight to his ass Russ fell over his torso exhausted and bit his ear, giggling. "You liked that, didn't you, Mikey?" Mike dared to whisper back, "I know you just trash like me, Rusty Butt, but I love white meat up my ass. I just do, white boy." "Hey," Russ said to the table. "Mikey here likes white meat best. "Come on, Bud. Get off Dongo's cock and fuck Mikey here. He likes it, and we should be good guests." Tom laughed. "I think we should all do Mikey in ascending order of greatness. That makes you last, Eric. Stand up, Bud and let's have a look at you." When Bud crawled out from between Dongo's legs Tom judged them to be about he same; nice, fat nine inches. You can have him next, Bud. Get him all goopy for me. I like Mikey with cum slowing out of his ass. Hee hee, and so does he."