Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2012 16:13:00 -0400
From: lokiaga@austin.rr.com
Subject: Rue Dauphine 27

Rue Dauphine 27
Lance Kyle

Scott awoke the next morning with the feeling he was being watched.  He
was.  Twelve year old Sampson, naked, stood at the foot of the bed where he
and Moses were pleasantly intertwined after spending the night together.
The mulatto boy grinned, and Scott shifted a little apart from Moses,
patting the new space between them.  In an instant the medium brown boy
scrambled into bed between the two men, his boy's penis bobbing with its
morning erection.  He snuggled up against Scott.  Moses stirred but was not
fully awake.

"Do you miss Cassius?" asked Scott.  Sam shook his head yes emphatically
and hugged Scott tighter, burying his face against Scott's chest. Scott
stroked his smooth back.  "I'll bet he misses you," he said.  "Who did you
sleep with last night?" He asked.  Sam whispered, "Nobody."  Scott nodded
in understanding.  Sampson snuggled in more, waking Moses, who smiled and
put an arm around the boy as well.  Sampson giggled and settled in tightly
between the two men.  Then he looked down at the morning erections of the
two men, one dusky rose and one deep purple black.  He giggled again and
grasped each gently with a hand.

"Dark brown and light cream...that's what I'M from," he said, giving each
shaft a gentle pump.

"And you ended up ALL beautiful," said Scott, squeezing him more tightly.
Moses moaned a little and kissed the medium brown boy on the ear.

"May I suck them?" asked the boy.  Scott nodded and thought for a moment,
then shifted around in the bed to rearrange the three of them.  He pushed
Moses up a little on the pillows, lying on his back.  He himself squatted
on Moses's dark brown thighs, so that his penis rose right next to the iron
hard black man's penis.  Then he motioned Sampson over and showed him how
to squeeze the two penises, white and black, together tightly while he kept
both ends at about the same height and got them into his mouth.  Sampson
immediately understood and got into position.  His mouth was laughably
distended, but he managed to get the bulbs of both penises into his mouth
and began pumping the joined shafts with both hands, a little drool mixed
with clear precum leaking out of the sides of his mouth and down the
shafts.

Scott and Moses smiled at each other.  Each could see the abdominal muscles
of the other ripple rhythmically as each clenched his buttocks and pushed
his hips up, together in time, as the boy sucked.  Each looked the other
carefully in the eye to gauge progress toward an ejaculation.  For minutes
the boy pumped, sucked, and bobbed his head up and down in time.  Each man
entwined fingers, cream and chocolate colored, into the caramel brown curly
hair of the mulatto boy.  Finally Moses nodded and began breathing heavily,
and Scott began willing himself to come closer to an orgasm.  Each checking
on the other, moving ahead or holding back, they did manage to come at the
same time, sending two gushers of semen up into the mouth of the twelve
year old mulatto boy.

Both men roared and Sampson moaned, crying out as he tried to swallow all
of it, some nevertheless escaping his mouth and running down the shafts and
his hand.  He did what he could to lick it all off as the two men
shuddered, trembled, and gasped, and then there was a moment of stillness,
and Sampson looked up.  He had a huge grin on his face and shiny fluids on
his lips and around his mouth.  His own medium brown little twelve year old
cock was standing straight up out of a sparse bush of curly brown pubic
hair.

Scott immediately slid up alongside Moses, as tightly together as he could
get, and then motioned Sampson to stretch out on top of and between them.
In an instant it was all arranged.  The boy pushed his already leaking
penis between the two men's upper thighs while stretching out on top of
them, one brown arm stretched out against Moses's dark brown chest, another
stretched against Scott's cream colored one.  With encouragement from the
men Sampson began fucking them between their bodies, which the men
continued to push tight together.  Sam held his head up, now gasping, now
looking from one man to the other as his thin boy's bottom began pistoning
up and down, up and down until he too gasped and shuddered and thrust his
groin down and shot his small load between their legs.  Then he collapsed,
still perfectly between the men, panting and sighing.  The two men looked
down at their three colors, three shades of human, and each knew it was the
loveliest sight he had ever seen.

When Sam recovered, Scott reached down and gave a hard but playful smack to
the boy's bottom while Moses began tickling him unmercifully in the ribs.
The boy howled with laughter, and then all three jumped out of bed and went
to shower, all three together in a round robin.

It was with some eagerness that the household gathered for breakfast, for
everyone was discussing the newly found tunnel system connecting their
house to the Annex...and beyond, as it went off in different directions
into the pitch dark.  The group discussed how best to dispose themselves
for exploration again and it was decided that the same three who went the
day before should lead the way, with James and Sampson behind them.  The
boys were chosen because they could run messages back and forth quickly,
since they didn't need to stoop.  Adam and Moses were in reserve at the
entrance near their own cellar.  The women would fan out all over The Annex
to see what might be discovered and to do what they could to find secret
passages.  Delilah and Niobe were a little frightened by the whole prospect
and remained behind to do household and cooking chores.

The plan being set, everyone began their work.  Scott, King, and Cloud
brought measuring lines and carefully measured everything, distances from
point to point, while James wrote them down and Sam double checked them.
Once they were beneath The Annex they thought it best to run the
measurements out to Adam and Moses and ask them to compare to distances as
closely as they could on the ground above.  The answer came back that they
were very close, and that the tunnel did indeed lead around to Rue Dauphine
and then in one branch over to The Annex; in its other extensions, nobody
knew where it led.

The three men in the advance guard measured the rectangular tunnel system
with the stairs going up, and these measurements likewise being run out to
Adam and Moses, word came back likewise that it appeared as if the tunnels
went under the outside walls, generally, of The Annex.

Now it was time to explore the stairs.  They were very narrow, barely
enough for one man to climb up, ascending into darkness.  Scott went first,
holding a lantern, on the wet and moldy steps and then stopped with a cry.
King and Cloud crowded up beside him as best they could.  In the narrow
shaft that held the stairs there was a single point of light.  It was not
strong, but it was clearly visible in the gloom.  Crowding together as well
as they could, they looked at it in wonder.  Finally, Cloud put his eye to
it.  He gasped.

"It...it's a room in The Annex!" he cried.  "It is distorted because I can
see all around, but I can clearly see.  I think perhaps the library?  And
look!  There is Cleopatra!"  All three men took turns looking and sure
enough, they found Cleopatra, who had evidently chosen that room to
investigate.  She was prodding and poking wall panels and book shelves
systematically.

On a sudden impulse, King shouted to her: "Cleopatra!"  Scott, looking
through the mysterious hole, reported that she startled and began looking
around in wonder.  King shouted again, and again.  Her hand to her bosom,
Cleopatra now came nearer to the hole, whatever it was, with evident
trepidation.  "King?" she shouted in a trembling voice. The men found it
not that hard to hear her.

"Cleopatra!" shouted Scott, "look for some kind of round glass hole in this
area.  I will put my hand over it and then remove it rapidly to help you
find it."  He did, and after only a few repetitions of this they heard her
shout.  "Yes, it is a glass cabochon in a mirror frame!" she said.  "Let me
look."  Cloud, now looking through the hole, saw it grow dim, but clearly
it was designed to be looked through only in one way.  Cleopatra shouted,
"I can't see you!  Are you in the wall?"

"Yes!" shouted King.  Then seized by an inspiration he yelled, "Go to the
room directly overhead and see if you can find something similar."  Cloud
confirmed that Cleopatra scurried out of the room, and so as fast as they
could go on the narrow, slippery stairs, they went up as well.  Here the
stairs stopped below a low stone ceiling, but sure enough, there was
another round light in the wall.  Scott looked through to see Cleopatra,
now followed by Elsie and Mary, hurry into the room, looking in their
general direction.  He saw her throw her hands up and come toward the
light.

"Yes, another cabochon in a mirror frame, just like downstairs!" she cried.
"We have all seen these for months but never thought anything of them.  Is
it...is it this one?" she asked, as the hole went dim with her hand over
it.  They shouted back that it was.  So at least that part of the mystery
was solved, and perhaps the whole thing.  The stairs were a way to spy on
the occupants of The Annex.

The men decided it was time to get some fresh air and to bring their
findings back to the group, so they shouted to the women to gather everyone
back at home and they went carefully down to the tunnels where they shared
the news with the boys as they scurried back, stooping, to the house.
Everyone was excited at the news, but nobody had a clear idea as to what it
meant or what to do about it.  They all had lunch and took some rest.

After lunch it was decided that Adam and Moses would return through the
tunnels, with the boys.  Scott, Cloud, and King would go over to The Annex
to see what all of this looked like from the other side.  The men in the
tunnel and on the stairs found the light holes about the same time Cloud,
King, and Scott, found the cabochons, and some experiments confirmed what
they had learned in the morning.  The boys took careful notes just below
Adam and Moses, but were allowed to come up the narrow stairs by themselves
to see the light holes and look through them.  In discussing the matter,
everyone agreed that the purpose must have been for spying on the white
occupants of The Annex, for although it had a top, attic floor with
servants' quarters, the stairs did not go that far.

Now Scott shouted to the men on the stairs to go to the next turn in the
tunnel, to find the next set of stairs, and to go up them.  While that was
being done, everyone in The Annex scurried over to the set of rooms on the
ground floor against the next wall.  They were all sure they had found an
identical mirror frame with cabochons in it by the time they heard the men
shouting on the other side of the wall that they had found a similar light
hole.  And so it continued on all four sides of the house, identical mirror
frames in rooms on each side, with cabochons allowing a clear view of what
went in the house in those rooms.  And it appeared as if the largest and
most important rooms, or most social, were the room on each side and each
floor with the spy holes.  So parlors, master bedroom, largest guest room
and so forth could be observed.

Careful notes were taken and measurements made and recorded.  As Adam and
Moses and the boys were coming out of the tunnel at the cellar opening of
the main house, there they found Scott, Cloud, and King with Mama
Désirée, who had just arrived having received word from King to come.
They relieved Adam and Moses, who were a little tired from bending over,
and took their guest into the tunnel system, followed by the irrepressible
Sam and James.  From time to time Mama Désirée stopped, especially at
those junctures where the tunnel went on into darkness beyond sight.  She
seemed to be listening and waiting.

"I sense no evil," she said.  "Very old, very old.  Movement here a long
time ago; some evil, some good.  But nothing recent.  However, this cannot
hurt," she said, and pulled some dust and some talismans from her bag,
sprinkling the dust and laying talismans where the tunnel went off into the
unknown, muttering some words.  Scott and Cloud likewise laid some spells
of protection at those junctures, their rings glowing brighter than the
lanterns.

When they got to the stairs, Mama Désirée went up the first one with
some difficulty, as the passage was narrow and she was not especially so,
but she went far enough to see the first light hole/cabochon, and
understood what was going on then vis a vis the rest of the peepholes.  She
withdrew and the men returned her to the main house.  They offered her
refreshment, and she took a little coffee with most of the people in the
dining room.

"I must think of what use this may be," she said.  "We are not given gifts
like this without a need and a plan for use, but let me think."  The people
had no better idea than had she, so it was a reflective group that finished
their coffee, and then Mama Désirée bade them farewell, not without
giving Scott a wink and a peck on the cheek.  Would she NEVER forget their
subterfuge against LeRoc, he wondered, shaking his head and smiling.

Everyone spent the rest of the day relaxing and they enjoyed a dinner
together with some air of festivity, everyone speculating in wonder as to
what use the new discoveries might be.  The evening passed in quiet study,
and those who had been in the tunnel took shower baths to wash off the dirt
and mold.  Then it was time for bed.

Coming out of the shower last, Scott was happy to see Cloud heading off to
a bedroom arm in arm with Sampson, copper red and medium brown bodies
hugged close together.  He turned from the sight to find Adam standing at
his door.

"Master Scott, may I sleep with you?" he asked and by way of answer Scott
smiled and kissed him playfully on the mouth, then took his hand and led
him to the bed.  Scott was naked from the shower, Adam had worn but an
undergarment since his own shower, so the two were very soon naked,
embracing tightly and lovingly by the side of the bed.  Scott rejoiced in
Adam's smooth, flowing swimmer's body, muscled yet rounded, and a shade
lighter than deepest chocolate, in contrast to Moses's deep chocolate and
sculpted body from the night before.  Both men were breathing heavily when
Adam flopped on the bed on his back, pulling Scott down on top of him.

The two lay like that for a long time, stroking, kissing deeply, laughing,
exploring the delightful differences in their bodies, grateful for the fate
that had brought both of them to this extraordinary community.  Their
breathing was now heavier and each could feel the hardened shaft of the
other, deep brown or dusky rose, against his own body.  Adam pushed Scott
back a little, onto his haunches on the bed, and drew his own thighs up
against his chest.  Scott understood immediately what to do.  Reaching for
the pot of goose grease, he oiled his fingers and his throbbing hard rod.
He inserted one and then two fingers into Adam's wrinkled brown starfish
hole.  The black man grunted and moaned, but did not refuse the fingers.
When the sphincter was relaxed, Scott put the oiled knob of his rigid shaft
to the anus and pushed.  In two or three tries, with gasps from Adam, it
was inside.

Scott splayed his palms on the bed on both sides of Adam while the black
man spread his rich brown hands against Scott's cream colored chest,
holding him up.  Then Scott began rocking back and forth, pumping in and
out.  Adam pushed his pelvis up to meet the white man's pistoning penis,
then wrapped his legs around Scott's back to hold him in place, his palms
still against the chest of the white man who was plunging deeply within
him.  Each looked deeply into the eyes of the other, seeming to see and
rejoice in the secrets of the other.  Now Scott picked up the pace, faster
and faster, harder and harder, and then he threw his head back and groaned
loudly while his pelvis slammed forward, pushing his groin hard into Adam
while the brown man jerked his pelvis up and down to milk the torrent of
semen shooting out.  Scott held that position, shuddering, whispering
curses and blessings, still held up by Adam's hands.

Then, Adams's need being evident between them, Scott kept his penis inside
the black man's anus but changed position some, now lifting up the brown
buttocks a little with his hands cupped underneath.  In that way Scott
could just reach the rigid, throbbing, deep brown rod with his mouth.
Bending over nearly double, Scott began sucking, bobbing his head up and
down, massaging the bulb of the deep brown penis with his tongue.  Being
expertly sucked at the same time the white man's penis was still anchored
deeply within him drove Adam into a frenzy of pleasure.  He began bucking
his pelvis up rhythmically, giving Scott all he could do to keep his penis
landed while also sucking Adam.  But it did not take long.  Adam's prostate
being massaged with every movement of his pelvis, the black man cried out
and pushed his pelvis up so violently that Scott did come out with a plop,
Adam writhing as he shot his load into Scott's mouth, quivering as his
hands ran frantically over the white man's body and tangled in his hair.

When Adam gasped his last he relaxed his legs and drew Scott down onto the
bed alongside him.  The two men kissed and stroked, whispered about the
events of the day, whispered of their love for each other--as indeed,
they loved everyone in the house.  Sleep soon overcame them and they rested
for the new day.

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