Date: Mon, 17 Dec 2012 22:04:11 -0500
From: lokiaga@austin.rr.com
Subject: Visit to the Plantation 9

Visit to the Plantation 9

Montford Jackson had to leave early the next morning for an appointment at
his law office, so he slipped out of the tangled embraces of his two black
slave boys, sixteen year old Paris and his thirteen year old brother
Pompei.  Washing the sweat and semen of the night away and dressing
quietly, he was off on horseback to his office just as the brothers were
rising out of sleep, looking around the room for their master, maybe even
missing him a little.

In time they rose and began their daily chores in and around the house.  As
was the case on the day before, they were hailed, and found the sixteen
year old mulatto boy Biscuit at the low fence separating their house from
the neighbor's.  The milk chocolate slave with the chrysanthemum frizz of
medium brown hair visited with them in a friendly way, the three taking a
break from their chores.  Eventually Pompei and Paris were called away by
their mother, shouting for them from the house.  But before they left,
Biscuit told them that he had an arrangement with his master that he could
work for someone else for pay for a few hours each day, earning enough
money to buy himself some treasure or even to purchase his freedom
eventually.  Biscuit asked his fellow slave boys to tell their master he
was for hire if any additional help was needed.  The boys promised they
would do so, and they parted for the time being.

Jackson returned home for lunch, which he ate by himself, served by his two
slave boys.  As he was finishing, they broached the subject of Biscuit, and
his offer to do extra work for money.  Jackson thought about it for a
minute.  It was not an unusual situation.  Masters often allowed their
slaves to work for others when their own services were not needed, and some
slaves even earned enough to buy their own freedom in that way.  Jackson
asked Paris and Pompei to see if Biscuit was available to come to his study
and discuss the matter.  They scampered off as Jackson went to his study to
wrap up some paperwork.

In a few minutes the boys returned with Biscuit in tow.  The mulatto boy
bowed respectfully and stood there awaiting Jackson's action; the boys had
told him that their master was considering his offer, so there was nothing
else to be said.  Jackson motioned to Pompei to close the study door.  He
studied Biscuit carefully.  The boy was a little tall for his age, and
lean, his skin a coffee and cream, his hair a carnation crown of medium
brown frizz with a few blonde highlights in it.  The boy's face was
handsome, full lips and a wide nose with the Africaness leavened by
European color.  Jackson thought for a moment and pulled out fifty cents,
laying it on the table near Biscuit.

"Biscuit, there is fifty cents," Jackson said.  "You may have it if you
will remove your clothing."  The boy looked startled but did not look
Jackson in the eye.  He paused for a moment considering.  He looked at the
money.  Then with a slight shrug he pulled off his shirt and dropped it to
the floor, then untied the rope that held up his trousers, dropping them.
He wore no undergarments.

It takes a lot of white blood before Africa is washed out of the genitals,
and this was true of Biscuit.  His penis curved out and down, the glans on
the end like a tulip bud, and it was chocolate colored...not the midnight
black of Paris or Pompei, but definitely chocolate.  He had a man's balls
behind, hanging down in an equally dark sack.  A spray of medium brown
pubic hair splashed out from above the penis.  His chest showed a little
development, two thin shields sporting dark purple nipples above an abdomen
that displayed just the beginnings of real muscular development.  The boy
looked down, averting his gaze, his full lips parted.

"Turn around," Jackson commanded.  The mulatto slave boy turned 180 degrees
and stopped.  His butt, too, was African, rounded, slab sided, rolling up
instead of hanging down pear-like as a white boy's bottom will do.  The
back showed the start of muscular development, muscles rounded and rolling
down the back, alongside the valley of the spine, spreading out into the
lowlands above the butt.  Jackson looked long and hard, and noted the boy's
willingness to get naked for money.

"Thank you, that is enough," Jackson said.  "You may put your clothing back
on and take the money."  The boy breathed "yassuh" and dressed with his
back to the white man.  All this time Paris and Pompei had watched the
spectacle with lips parted, eyes wide, slight bulges at their crotches
growing evident.  Dressed again, Biscuit turned, quickly pocketed the
money, whispered `Thank you, Massa," and awaited further instructions.

"If you want to make more money, arrange to spend the night here this
evening," he said.  "Come about eight."  Biscuit dared a quick glance at
the white man, then looked away.  Then looked at Pompei and Paris, who were
now showing grins.  He looked back at Jackson's feet.

"Yassuh, Massa," he said.  "Cain I ask what you wan' me ta do?  You wan' me
ta take my clothes off agin'?

"Yes, take your clothes off, and then we will all four of us have pleasure
in the bed.  You will do what I tell you to do, with me and with these
boys," said Jackson.  "For this I will pay you two dollars."  This got
Biscuit's attention; he was used to making a dollar a chore.  With the half
dollar he had just "earned," this could be lucrative.  But to "have
pleasure in the bed"... Did that mean what he thought?  He glanced quickly
again at Paris and Pompei's grins.  Yes, he concluded, it likely did.
Well...it WAS two dollars.  He could think of harder ways to earn that, and
he HAD in fact earned as much in harder ways.  "Yassuh, I be here," he
said.  Jackson bade him off and with a respectful nod he turned and was
off.

Pompei and Paris now had clear bulges at their crotches.  "You wan' we
should go upstairs wit' you, sir?" Paris asked.  "No, we will save it for
later," Jackson replied.  "And no pleasuring each other or yourselves," he
went on.  "Save it for tonight."  The boys showed just a touch of
disappointment, but it was also clear they understood what was in store and
the need to save up their capacity.

Off Jackson went to work again, and the boys went about their chores.
Halfway through the afternoon they heard Biscuit calling them from the
fence, so they went over to see him.

"Hey, yo massa...what he goan do?" Biscuit asked.

"Ah, man, you KNOW what he goan do.  You gonna pleasure him, maybe us, he
might pleasure you.  We do ever'thin' wit' him, it ain't hard and it kinda
fun," said Pompei.  Biscuit looked astonished.  "You mean," the mulatto boy
asked," he put his thing in yo?"  Pompei nodded and said, "Yeah, and he
might let yo put yo thing in him.  He all ovah de place.  An' Paris and me,
we gonna do it wit ya, too!  If'n Masta say so," Pompei concluded.  Biscuit
stared open mouthed at one boy and then the other, but their frank grins
gave him to understand it was true.

"Huh," he said.  "Well, I guess I be there later" he said and smiling went
back to his work.

True to his word, at eight that evening Biscuit came to the back door,
where he was ushered in by a grinning Paris and Pompei, who escorted him
through the darkening house up to their master's bedroom.  Biscuit gasped
upon entering and quickly averted his eyes, for the white man was already
naked, sitting in a chair with his penis half erect in anticipation.
Biscuit muttered "Yassuh" and stood quietly, awaiting instructions.

"You boys undress each other" commanded Jackson, and the three did exactly
that, each helping another, and when they stood naked in front of him they
sported three semi-erections, even Biscuit.  Perhaps this was not the
mulatto boy's first such experience, Jackson thought.  At any rate, he
wasted no time, and rising, motioned Biscuit toward him.  The boy
approached cautiously, not knowing what to do, but when he was a step from
the white man, Jackson stepped forward into him, wrapping his arms around
the boy, each hand squeezing a firm, slab sided buttock, his white man's
erection pressing up against the black boy who gasped, his arms still
hanging at his side, looking everywhere at the white man but in his eyes.

Then Jackson's hands slid up the boy's back and grasped his shoulders,
squeezing the strong muscles, then he pulled the boy tight into him with
one arm while with his other hand he grasped the back of the boy's head and
tilted it so that the mulatto's green eyes had to look into his own, and
then after a moment of holding the gaze he planted his mouth on the full
lips, kissing the mulatto slave boy passionately, his erection now pushed
against the slave boy's full, chocolate erection, now tongues sliding along
lips and now into the other's mouth, playing one with the other across
mouths.

Suddenly Jackson broke it off and fell to his knees, one hand grasping the
mulatto boy's fully erect penis as the boy gasped, and then taking it fully
into his mouth, tonguing the great knob of the glans, sliding the penis
into his mouth as far as it would go, squeezing the boy's buttocks hard
with both hands.  Biscuit moaned and writhed with pleasure; if he had
experimented with boys before he certainly had never had a white man, and
had never dreamed one would take his stiff organ in his mouth and suck it,
but that is what Jackson was doing.

Then the white man broke off, panting, and stood up.  Turning to Paris and
Pompei he commanded them to come embrace Biscuit, one from behind, his
erect penis sliding in the tight valley between the buttocks, his arms
around the mulatto's chest rubbing nipples, while the other dark boy
pressed in from in front, his midnight black shaft slapping against the
medium brown mulatto's erection, slipping his hands between his brother's
body and Biscuit's bottom and kneading the buttocks hard, finding the
mulatto boy's mouth and kissing it.  Jackson took it all in, allowing it to
continue until he knew by the heavy breathing that the boys were ready.

He commanded Biscuit to lie on his back on the bed and to pull his knees
up, exposing the rosie ring of his anus.  Jackson lubricated his penis and
the anus, the mulatto grunting as the white fingers were partially
inserted.  Then crouching in position, Jack placed the head of his red
penis against the anus and pushed.  It went in, Biscuit crying out and
moaning, but his hands still holding his knees up against his chest.
Jackson paused a moment and pushed again, landing himself entirely with one
slide, Biscuit now crying out, throwing his head back, a tear starting in
each eye.  Jackson waited there a moment, his iron hard rod never slacking
inside the boy's bottom.  Then he bade Pompei come lie head to crotch on
top of Biscuit, and he ordered each boy to take the other's penis in his
mouth.  Jackson pulled Biscuit's legs down now so that he was spread
eagled, his hands free to fondle the dark black boy on top of him while the
black boy sucked him off and the white man fucked him.

Jackson pumped very slowly, enjoying the spectacle of the dark black and
the mulatto slave boys sucking each other.  He knew Pompei, at thirteen,
would come first and he did, making a high pitched squeal around the brown
penis stuffed in his mouth as his own penis shot down into Biscuit's
throat.  "Swallow!" commanded Jackson, and although he heard a grunt of
surprise from Biscuit he also heard the sound of swallowing as Pompei
shuddered, pushed, and shivered in his quick boy's ejaculation.  As soon as
Pompei was done, Jackson ordered him off, and told Paris to take his place.

Now the two sixteen year old slave boys were more evenly matched, and with
Paris on top sucked each other vigorously as Jackson picked up a pounding
pace in and out of Biscuit's bottom.  His lower belly slapped against the
tight, black hair of the slave boy on top.  Observing the boys carefully,
Jackson timed his own orgasm to coincide with Biscuit's.  The mulatto boy
screamed with Paris's penis in his mouth, moaning and seething while his
pelvis bucked up and down, up and down as he shot his load into Paris's
mouth.  The clenching of the mulatto boy's insides brought Jackson to his
crisis, and he groaned aloud as he filled the slave boy's gut with his
white man's semen, pushing hard even as Biscuit was still shivering.

Paris, a little behind the mulatto boy and the white man, now began
pistoning down and up, down and up, into Biscuit's mouth as fast as he
could while the mulatto reached up and and squeezed his buttocks hard, as
if to coax out the semen by kneading them.  It didn't take long for Paris
to roar, releasing Biscuit's wilting penis from his mouth and shouting
directly into his master's lower abdomen, as the white man had stayed
anchored in the mulatto boy.  Gasping and swearing, Paris bucked and roared
again and then collapsed in a heap.  Pompei came to lie alongside Biscuit,
kissing him, tasting the dual loads of semen on his mouth.  Jackson
shivered once more and then pulled his penis out.  Moving Paris over he
slipped in between Paris and Biscuit, one arm around each, his left arm
just reaching Pompei's crispy hair, and the four lay there, fondling each
other until they drifted off to sleep.


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