Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2013 19:02:46 +0100
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Subject: Plantation Temptation Part 7

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Part 7


At the sheriff's office Eric insisted the two be treated gently if
found. He claimed they were not run-aways, just lost. The sheriff shook his
head disapprovingly but remembered Eric's uncle was one of the state's
Senators in Washington and bowed to his wishes with the words, "You going
to get yourself in trouble down here, Mr. Weston. I suppose you know about
the men in the white hoods who set fire to houses and lynch niggers."

"Thank you, Sheriff. I know, but they're human beings and good people."

"Whatever you say, Boy. They're your property." The sheriff organized two
hunting parties to set out the next morning. Eric went with one, Dongo with
the other. By nightfall they still had not been found.

"We going home, Mister Weston." Dongo said for the benefit of the others in
the search party as they ate dinner in a nearby town.

"We can't," Eric said, "Not until we've found them."

"We might never find them, or it might be weeks. Best let the law do it."

The following evening as dinner was being cleared from the dining room Eric
and Dongo heard a commotion in the kitchen. Pearl sat at the plank table
covered in scratches, her dress torn. Through her crying Sara could make
out that Abel had been caught by two slavers and sold to the Dandy
Plantation in the next county north.

By the time the U.S. Marshall arrived at the Dandy Farm with Eric to
identify the run-away, Abel was in a fever. The slavers had cut off the
little toe of each foot and one was badly infected. Eric packed the boy
into the carriage while the Marshall and his men went after the two
slavers.

Back on Double Long Farm Eric put Abel in the foreman's house behind the
big house. The boy was delirious with fever, his foot black and
stinking. Eric washed it, had leeches brought from town to take the
swelling down and on Dongo's advice let the maggots stay on the open
wound. In a few days the the puss was gone, the leeches had brought the
swelling down, and the fever tea Eric made had brought Abel around to a
quiet dozing consciousness.

The two slavers had been caught and sat in Franklin's jail waiting Eric's
meeting with Judge Julius. After the meeting the sheriff told the two
slavers their position. If the negro dies, they would owe Mr. Weston
$100. If he lived they would owe him $40 for damaging his property.

"But we only got $22 between us." Bud Whistle, the big blond boy said."

"You just got $75 selling that nigger to the Dandy Farm." The Sheriff said.

"And we spent some of it, didn't we?" Bud said.

The Sheriff studied the two, good looking men both of them, and grinned
wondering what Eric would do with them. Bud was a tall, muscle man, about
twenty-two, with a friendly open face and shocking blue eyes. His partner
Russ was stocky and dark and would have been a real fine looking man if
hard living hadn't weathered him beyond his twenty-five years. "Which one
of you cut the boy's toes off?"

Bud looked down at the floor. Russ looked away, "Me," he admitted.

"Shit, don't you know --"

Russ interrupted the sheriff. "He ran away from us once we caught him, the
son-of-a-bitch. What'd he do that for?"

"You ever heard of tying a body down, you stupid piece of white trash." The
sheriff shook his head. "Maybe Mr. Weston will let you work it off. Thirty
bucks a month is the going rate for a hired hand round here. He might give
you more if you get on his good side."

"A month!" Russ said.

"Or you can sit right here until the Judge gives you six months for
stealing and damaging Weston property. Now bend the fuck over, you stupid
ass."

"What the fuck for?" Russ asked.

The sheriff didn't answer. He handcuffed Russ to the bed frame and ripped
his pants down. "You got a nice ass, you know that, pretty boy?" He ran his
hand over the firm round cheeks and into the hairy crack. Then he went to
his office where he kept a tin of lard. He returned stroking a thick six
incher that he immediately swiped over Russ' ass hole. Russ braced himself
for a lunge, but the sheriff went nice and slow, pumping ever deeper until
he dug in good and hard. "Looks like you're used to this, pussy boy. Your
blond friend here been breeding you regular?"

"What's it to you?"

"Ain't nothing to me." The sheriff held Russ by the hips and repid-pumped
him good and hard, then reached under. "Shit, pretty boy's hard and
leaking. Suck his cock, Blondie." Bud got under his friend and did as he
was told until the sheriff let out a hoot and sprayed a hefty load up Russ'
ass.

When he felt his ass getting creamed Russ said, "Shit, Bud. I'm going off."
And he pushed back onto the sheriff as he exploded. Bud held him tight and
gulped down his load as the sheriff pumped slowly over the pulsating ass
ring.

When he pulled out he said, "Clean me up, Blondie." Bud licked the
sheriff's ass slicked cock until it went soft, then said, "I might keep you
here a few days, just for fun." He smirked.


Since Abel was recovering Eric rode into town in a generous mood with Dongo
at his side and Rufus driving the wagon behind them. Once he set eyes on
the two prisoners he offered them a deal; he'd forgive their debt if they
both worked for Rufus as stable hands for three weeks. They took the deal.

Russ exploded when he climbed onto the wagon and realized the negro driver
was Rufus. "I ain't taking orders from no fucking nigger. Not ever." He
jumped down.

Bud grabbed his shoulder. "You want to sit in a stinking jail for six
months, you stupid ass hole. This whole thing is your fault, so I'm doing
you a favor, and you're taking orders from this nigger or we ain't ever
going to see each other again. Ever." Russ looked like he was about to
cry. "Come on, Rusty." Bud pleaded. "We got no choice, and it won't be so
bad. He looks like a nice guy." Bud nicked to Rufus who sat on the driver's
bench with his pants loose and his ass cleavage exposed, ready to go home."

The two prisoners arrived at Double Long Farm in handcuffs. The sheriff
handed the keys to Eric and said, "Just don't kill them, Mr. Weston. That
won't be easy explaining." Before he rode off he whispered, "And the little
one has a pussy ass."

Dongo walked over slowly. He'd taken an instant liking to Bud whose round
ass and bulging crotch interested him. He stood two heads over Russ and
took the defiant man's face in his massive hand, pushing his thumb and
middle finger into the cheeks. His presence so overwhelmed Russ that he
just stared up open mouthed at the black superhuman creature.

Dongo spoke softly, like a lover. "One time, pretty white boy. You mouth
off - One - Time. To Rufus, or anyone else on this farm, and I'll send you
back to jail with your balls tied in a knot. You got that?"

"I don't take orders from no niggers." Russ hissed.

"Strip this son-of-a-bitch naked and tie him to the whipping post," Dongo
commanded. Two field hands stripped the Russ in front of everyone. He had a
muscular, wrestler's body with a hairy chest and huge balls pushing out a
thick cock. His back and full round ass was already covered with scars. He
stumbled as the two negroes pulled him to the post near the barn and hooked
his handcuff chain to the spike above his head.

Dongo took the snake whip, a twelve foot long leather braid, and cracked it
in the air. Then he struck the post above Russ's head. Russ trembled in
terror. Another stroke and the whip curled around the post at his feet, the
tip slashing against his ankle. Russ screamed and cried out in
fear. "Please. I'll do whatever you want. I swear it. I swear I will." HIs
body hugged the post as he wept.

Dongo threw his clothes at him. "Take him down." As Russ dressed Dongo
said, "At the end of every day, after you've done everything Rufus wants,
you will go into the back house and clean out Abel's slop pot, and then
wash his feet, and look at the damage you done that boy. And if there's
even one word of complaint from your lips, I'll smash your teeth in. Do you
understand me, white boy?"

"Yes, Sir." Russ trembled still.

Dongo took the keys from Eric's hand and unlocked the two pairs of
handcuffs. "And don't even think of running. I can track a jack rabbit in
the desert." Bud nodded, Russ looked down terrified. Dongo tried to comfort
them now. "There's a trough in the sun out back of the barn. Water's
warm. Get yourselves cleaned up and ready for supper. The master says you
eat in the kitchen with the house niggers, so be on your best
behavior. They got good manners."

It was a nice, thick chicken gumbo Sara made for dinner. Bud ate heartily,
Russ was still too scared to eat much, but he complimented Sara and thanked
her. Afterwards he went to the back house. When he entered Abel sat up
frightened. Bud stood behind him and said, "Don't worry, we ain't going to
hurt you. We're here to clean you up." While Russ emptied the slop pot Bud
sat on the bed. "I'm real sorry about those toes, boy. I wouldn't never
have done such a thing."

"I don't want that man around me anymore," Abel sounded scared.

"Well, you got to. Mr. Weston's nigger Dongo --"

"Dongo's a free man."

"Well. Mr. Dongo says Russ got to clean your shit pot out and clean your
feet every day, so's you get well and strong again. And don't be too mad at
him. He's a crazy son-of-a-bitch. His dad's been whipping him since he was
a baby. That's all he knows. He ain't a bad man underneath, just fucked up
on top. The missing finger tip his dad did with a table knife when he took
a piece of bread without asking. He don't know nothing else, but he's fine
as long as you keep him calm. He's even real sweet, once you get to know
him. Got a cute ass that likes fucking, too."

Bud pulled the covers off to look at Abel's feet. "Jesus, boy, you got
enough cock meat there for three men. No wonder Mr. Weston wanted you
back." Abel began to cry. "Hey, don't cry. You'll be fine again. You're
healing real good." He studied the toes. "Little toes don't make so much
difference when you walk, do they?" Bud held the long cock shaft in one
hand and tenderly stroked the foreskin over the head with the other. "Come
on, please don't cry."

Abel cried because he'd never thanked Eric for saving his life. He'd been
strong enough to sit up for a few days now, and Eric came twice a day to
tend to his wounds, but Abel was too ashamed to talk to him.

The next morning Russ brought Abel his breakfast porridge. As he stood
waiting for the boy to finish he stuttered, "Can I, can I, you know, can I
see, see it?" He knelt next to Abel's bed

"What?" Abel asked.

Russ slowly pulled back the covers and stroked Abel's super long cock, as
black as an ebony walking cane and almost as long. Russ panted at the sight
of the dark purple prick head when he stroked back the foreskin. "I'm so
sorry about the toes. I didn't mean to do that. I didn't. OK?" His eyes
filled with tears. "I'm sorry." He was softly petting the shaft now and
talking to it. "Look at you, all nice and shiny smooth. I'd put your toes
back if I could. I would." He was just about to put his mouth on the ripe
head when Eric came in. "What are you doing in here?" He asked.

"Just bringing the boy his breakfast, Mr. Weston, Sir." Russ got up.

"That's nice of you, Russ. How you doing, Abel?" Eric examined the
feet. "Looks like you'll be as good as new in another week. You ought to
start walking a little if you can. It'll hurt, but try it if you feel like
it. Getting your balance on your new feet might take a few weeks too."

Just then Dongo came in. "I think that son-of-a-bitch Russ has run -- Oh,
there you are. What you doing in here?"

"Nothing. I'm going to find Mr. Rufus right now." Russ left the room.

"Rufus wants to make the stables bigger, Eric, if you like the idea. Says
Bud, and this Russ guy especially, are good carpenters. Might be a good
chance to make the addition. Horses could use more space, and we could use
another stud."

"Whatever you think, Angel." Eric whispered. He spoke without thinking, and
Abel looked surprised that Eric called Dongo Angel, but Eric took no
notice. He was fascinated by the boy's long cock that rested over his thigh
and lifted it, holding it in both hands. Then he bent forward, stroked the
foreskin back and sucked in the purple cock head. When the shaft began to
swell he sat up again. "Pearl is lucky to have you." Eric whispered
again. "And lucky you got back home alive, and with your balls too."

Abel burst into tears. "Oh, Master. I so sorry. You ain't even whipped me
or nothing."

"What good would that do?" Eric looked confused.

"I do whatever you say from now on, Master. For the rest of my life. Dongo
told me how you took care of me when I was out of my head. I don't even
know how long I been lying here, but now I'm all healed and alive. And you
did it. You can have my cock and my ass whenever you want. I be happy to
give it to you, to make you happy any time you want me. I do whatever you
want, Master Weston. I make you as happy as I can. I ain't never had
anybody so good to me before." Abel sniffled his nose and wiped it on his
sleeve.

Eric smiled at the sad boy. "Stop crying now. And while you're here resting
all day, start getting your ass hole loose. I'll send Raphael and Sammy to
you. They're both nice and gentle. Raphael's not so thick, but Sammy thick
and will plow you good and loose. You got to get yourself in the mood
because I'm going to take that hole of yours, horse boy, and we're going to
see what we do with that giant snake in your pants."

"Yes, Sir, Master Weston. I make my ass so ready, you can walk right up and
bend me over any time you want, just like Rufus. I promise."

"That's a good boy." Eric stood and left the room with a smile on his face.

Dongo followed grinning, his pants tenting out. "Hey, Puppy. Wait up." He
called to Eric who waited until Dongo put his arm over his shoulders. "You
sure know how to make your niggers happy, White Boy. You got Mobu ready to
take you up the ass any time you want, Raphael and Rufus ready to kiss
every inch you show him, and now Abel. He's going to service you the rest
of his life. He's so happy to be alive, with his balls attached to that
long cock, he's never going to forget how good you been to him. You know
how to get as much black cock as you want."

Eric stopped and looked up at his huge negro god. "And then there's you."
He whispered. "The best nigger in the world."

Dongo leaned down and kissed his white boy. "Yeah, Pup, and then there's
me. You got me by the balls forever. I'd die for you. Any white asshole
with a hood over his head come here trying to mess with you I'd stop them
dead."

Eric fondled Dongo's crotch. "Let's hope we don't have that kind of trouble
with the neighbors. Let's go have a look at what you want to build onto the
stables. And be an angel and take your shirt off. I feel like looking at my
man." Once bare chested Eric couldn't resist and sucked on one of Dongo's
nipples right in front of the barn. Dongo's pants tented out still. Eric
stroked the huge shaft and said, "And I wonder about those two white boys."

"They fucking each other for sure, Puppy. I tell you that."

"Think so? Then we might be able to get in their asses too. Come on,
Nigga. Let's go show them what you got."

After explaining how he wanted to enlarge the stables that went off at an
angle toward the creek, Rufus and the two white men started digging a line
for foundation stones and were covered in sweat. All had their shirts
off. Eric studied them in silence. Rufus had a slender, chocolate body that
showed every muscle like in a medical book. Bud was tall, beefy and
hairless like a blond Dongo. Russ was stocky and muscular and looked like
he could whip any one of them. The hair on his chest formed a fine pattern
that accentuated his pectoral muscles and nipples. When Rufus greeted them
the two white boys turned.

Both of them stared at Dongo. In his fine deerskin pants rolled up over his
calves, the fine smooth skin of his torso glowed like an angel. The soft
leather tented out at his crotch half way down to his knee. His grin
shattered any hesitation. Both white men stared in open-mouthed admiration.

Eric grinned, "If this were a slave market, I'd say, Drop your pants." Russ
and Rufus immediately unbuttoned his trousers and let them fall to the
ground.

"This ain't a slave market, you dumb shit." Bud said. Russ bent to pull up
his pants.

"That's OK," Eric encouraged. "We could play like it is. You might leave
here after the month with a little money in your pocket, and not just with
your debt paid off." Eric took hold of Russ' thick limp cock. "Nice." He
stroked it. "Whoa, it gets bigger than I thought it would." Russ grinned at
the praise.

"What about you, blond boy?" Dongo asked Bud, who was big indeed, but Dongo
was almost a head taller. Dazed by the overwhelming black sexuality Bud
unbuttoned his pants and let them drop, never taking his attention off
Dongo's dark eyes. "Ooowee, nice piece of meat, pretty boy." Dongo stroked
him hard. "Now turn around, bend over and spread your cheeks."

"What?"

"Just do as you're told, white boy." Rufus showed him how.

Bud and Russ both turned and spread their ass cheeks. In unison Eric and
Dongo spat into their hands and rubbed the saliva into the sweaty white
cracks. Both men groaned as the middle finger entered their holes, Russ in
a trembling excitement, Bud in dreaded anticipation of what was sure to
come. When Eric unbuckled his belt Russ turned his head. "Jesus,
Mr. Weston. I don't know if I can take that all at once. You're mighty big,
Sir."

Eric nicked Rufus over, who was hard and dripping. "What about this then?
Just to get you nice and loose, and in the mood." Eric slid back the
foreskin of Rufus' perfectly proportioned, smooth as milk chocolate, thick
eight inch cock shaft to expose a more beautiful prick head. Russ panted as
the finger entered him again and swizzled around his hole. "Ever suck dark
meat, white boy?"

"No, Sir." Russ sounded firm. "And I ain't getting fucked by no nigger
either."

Eric ignored his sentiment. "Well, they sure do taste good." He squatted so
his head was next to Russ' and pulled Rufus to him. Then he slurped in the
tasty black sausage and let out a soft, "Mmmmm, the sweetest juice you ever
tasted." He milked Rufus' shaft and let a drop of pre cum string off his
tongue as he pulled away. He then waved the magic wand before Russ' eyes
before saying, "Now take a sweet suck on this beauty before it goes up your
ass so you know what you're getting, pretty boy."

Russ stared at the shining chocolate cock head as Eric's finger swizzled in
his anus. When a drop of pre cum formed at the tip he panted, "Shit, look
at that."

Rufus waved the magic wand slowly before the greedy eyes until Eric pushed
the open mouth over the wet, glistening chocolate cock. Rufus massaged the
white throat with caution. "We going to take good care of you, pretty white
boy. Make our Russell real happy. Don't be scared of no nigga meat. They
real nice." As he spoke Rufus slowly swiped his glans over the trembling
lips, wetting them with his slime. "That's my baby," he whispered as Eric
fingered Russ' hole. "Once you get it, you can't get enough."

"Shit," Russ let out a breathy gasp and reached his mouth out for more
negro prick.

Rufus pumped nice and slow until he felt the white man relax, then he slid
slowly but surely right down his throat. Russ didn't even gag. He took the
fat eight inches like a pro and grabbed the black ass cheeks and pulled the
negro tight to his face. "Oh, baby's real ready." Rufus slid just as slowly
out of the white throat and let Russ lick the smooth and shining prick head
that danced on his tongue. In a sex trance Russ held is mouth open. "Kiss
it, baby." Rufus whispered. "Make yo nigga feel good."

Russ kissed and licked until Rufus throated him again. Russ held the black
ass cheeks until Rufus said, "Get a finger up my ass, white boy." Russ
poked a finger into the sweat wet crack and slid into the hole. His finger
played circles and loops in the chocolate anus until Rufus said, "This boy
like nigger ass." He turned, bent over and spread his cheeks. "Get your
tongue in there, boy." Russ hesitated until Eric pushed his head between
the cheeks. Russ dug deep into the brown ass, sucking and tonguing and
pulling Rufus by the cock onto his face until Rufus went behind his prey
where he began to smear his pre cum over the puckered anus.

As this was going on Bud had three fingers up his ass until Dongo turned
him around. The black cock was so magnificent that Bud took the head into
his mouth without the slightest hesitation, gagging on as much as he could
get in. When he needed some air he released the now treasured organ and
gasped, "Mr. Dongo, I don't think I can take that up my ass. Sir."

Dongo pulled him to standing and kissed him. The soft, full lips melted the
big white man, and Bud fell against the huge negro in a soft protective
embrace. Dongo breathed into his ear, "That's what every single man has
said until I'm pumping cum out their ears, and not one has ever
complained. I know how to get into a tight ass, pretty boy. Don't you worry
about that. Let's take you over here to the grass and get you on your back
with your legs in the air, because I'm going in to that nice round hard and
tight ass of yours."

When Bud looked at him frightened Dongo picked him up and carried him under
the tree by the brook. On the way Dongo whispered, "My Eric's smaller than
you and he can take it every day if I want him, so don't you worry about a
thing, Buddy Boy. I make your ass real happy."

By now Sammy and Raphael had come round the barn and dropped their pants
and stroked their cocks as they watched the fuck fest. Rufus was pumping
Russ good and firm now, about to come, as Russ slobbered over Eric's huge
meat pole. "Shiiiiit...." Rufus groaned and let loose a flood of juice into
Russ' ass. Russ braced himself against Eric's thighs, and Eric held him to
let Rufus have a good hard last pounding in the white ass. When he pulled
out he bent down and licked the white hole. "Nice baby. Nice hole. You
liked that, didn't you, pretty white butt?"

Russell panted and nodded, "Yeah," as he licked Eric's grand shaft. "Shit,
you're one good fucker, nigger. You know that? One real good fucker." He
trembled.

"Let's get you on the grass next to your friend, Russell, before you fall
over." Eric led the weak man to his next appointment with a huge white
cock. "Bring us some horse blankets, boys," Eric yelled over to the two
watching.

Sammy ran into the stables and grabbed a stack of thick cotton quilts. He
spread them out on the grass under the mulberry tree. Russ and Bud got on
their backs next to each other. Dongo and Eric stood over them. One white,
one black. One ten inches, one more than twelve. Both equally, and
frighteningly, thick. Sammy and Raphael took off the men's boots as Eric
and Dongo unbuckled their belts and stripped.

Kneeling before their prey they gently swabbed their leaking glans over the
anus puckers. Russ was loose and wet and leaking negro sperm, which made
him pant and groan, "Get yourself up my ass, Mr. Weston."

Eric smiled and leaned over the stocky beauty. "The name's Eric, at least
while I'm fucking you, Pussy Russ." He poked his glans into the wet
hole. Russ groaned and pulled his ass cheeks wide open.

Dongo held his long shaft and circled the tight anus, smearing juice over
the pucker, waiting. "Come on, baby. open up. Swallow my fuck pole with
your pretty pink man hole. You got to want it."

"I do. I'm just scared." Bud panted.

Dongo lifted his hips and tongued the hole open, digging in deep. When the
pucker responded he lowered the man again and swiped his glans over the
swollen anus, poking little by little, patient and tender until Bud slid
toward the huge black weapon, poking the head in. He rocked slowly on the
head, trying to get the white hot burning out of his head. "Oh, baby,"
Dongo whispered. "We don't want that. Get me some oil, boys." He pulled out
and tongued the injured hole again. And again he lowered the man and fucked
into him with his oiled shaft.

Again and again he tongued and fucked into the poor white man's tight anus,
each time going a little deeper, each time soothing the tight hole with
kisses and fingers, and each time digging deeper and deeper until Bud
pulled his black man's hips. "Come on, Nigger. Get that thing in me. Let's
see if I can."

Dongo slid in one full stroke deep into the white ass until Bud groaned in
pain. "You can take most of it, Buddy boy, but you got some growing to do
in there. But we got time. Lots of time to get your innards in shape."

 As he rocked ten inched into the stretched ass Bud wrapped his legs around
Dongo's torso. "You know something, Mr. Dongo? You really know how to take
an ass. You really do. I never did think..." He pulled the black god to him
and sucked on the ripe lips as his ass was spread wide and hot. "Shit,
Nigger." Holding Dongo with his legs Bud raised his hips off the ground and
rotated them in a circle around the impaling shaft and said, "Fuck my white
ass with that piece of black horse meat. I want to feel your cum shooting
out my ears."

"Yeah, pretty boy," Dongo growled. "Let's go for a ride. See if you can
stay on a wild stallion." They kept their eyes locked on each other as
Dongo started giving him deep thrusts. Bud rode him in circles and jolts,
reaching behind to hold the huge testicles as they slammed his ass. "You
OK, baby?"Dongo panted. Bud nodded for more, but when Dongo slammed full
length into his white ass Bud put his hands between them to hold him back
just a little.

Dongo slowed to a hard grind and pulled Bud's hands away. "Oh, kitten. You
got to take it all. Big Dongo wants in. All the way." And he slowly
pushed. Bud groaned and squirmed as the whole shaft slid deep into his
soul, stretching his bowel where it had never been before. He panted. Dongo
pulled back. "You did it, Kitten. Next time it'll be a lot easier." He
kissed the panting white beauty who held him tight with his legs.

"Shit. You got to do me again until I can take it real easy, Dongo. OK?"

"Whatever baby wants, white boy." And he jabbed again until the pain
came. "We do you every day if you want. I like white boys begging for
nigger dick."

Eric was now deep in Russ who rolled his head from side to side moaning in
pure joy as his ass was pumped slow and deep. Just then Abel came limping
around the barn. "Master Eric -- Oh, you pretty busy."

"Come over here, Abel, and give Russ here something to suck on. Abel knelt
next to them and laid his immensely long cock over Russ' face.

Russ opened his eyes in a start. "Jesus, boy, you got the magic wand there,
don't you?" He opened his mouth, and Abe moved to place his cock head at
Russ' lips. Russ ran his tongue up and down fourteen inches of black meat,
then kissed the head, and then started crying. "Shit, boy. I'm so sorry I
cut your toes. Shit."

"Don't cry, Mr. Russ." Abe bent over the white man. "It's OK now. I'm fine
again. I don't need those toes. Don't you go and cry now or I will too. You
stop that right now. Here, suck on this." He shoved his cock into Russ'
mouth. Russ looked up at him. "Suck me, stupid white man. Suck my long
nigger dick." He swizzled his cock in Russ' mouth. Russ closed his
eyes. His hands stroked and his mouth sucked in total worship of the long,
smooth organ while his ass clutched and pulled at Eric's cock every time it
withdrew from his hairy, cum slicked anus.

"I'm getting there, Puppy." Dongo said as his balls slammed against Bud's
ass.

"Me, too." Eric panted as he ripped into Russ' hole.

In unison the huge black god and the white slave master pounded the two
white ass holes. Abel crawled sideways and pulled the two head
together. Bud could tongue his shaft as Russ lapped at his prick head. Bud
moved down the shaft to the balls that hung like ripe fruit.

"Fuck, yeah, big Bud." Abel groaned as Bud slurped the testicles into his
mouth. He swizzled his prick in Russ' mouth and slowly moved his ass over
Bud's face. Bud released the stretching ball sack as the black pucker
covered his lips. "Eat my fuck hole." As the pink tongue entered him, Abe
shot off. "Shiiiittt, yessss." He moaned and flooded Russ' mouth with a
load of negro cream. His anus clutched Bud's tongue in rhythmic grasps.

When Eric and Dongo saw that they both shot off at once.

"Fuuuuuck...."

"Shit yeeeeeesssss."

And the two slave hunters were filled with cum as a pair of black balls and
a pair of white slammed ass cheeks. Cocks rammed up asses. Panting and
sweating they all crumpled onto their sides, Bud holding Dongo deep up his
ass, Eric pushing hard into Russ' ravaged hole.

Abel lay on his side, his leg raised, one hand on each of the two white
heads. Bud chewed lazily on the big balls in their long sack and nosed the
anus. Way at the other end of the fourteen inch cock Russ sucked soothingly
on the precious, smooth prick head, talking lovingly, "Pretty nigger meat
gave your Rusty a nice sweet load, didn't you? I suck real good, don't I,
nigger meat? You so pretty." He milked the long shaft and kissed the oozing
tip. "Yeah, nigger meat, give me some more juice." He continued
milking. "Yeah, you can feed your stupid white man nigger juice any time
you want, pretty meat." He settled down, eyes closed and suckled like a
contented baby until Bud pulled the prick out of his mouth.

"What?" Russ asked worried. "You mad, Bud? You ain't going to leave me, are
you? I can't get on without you. I was starving when you found
me. Remember, Bud? What's wrong?"

Bud pulled the long limp cock head over to his own mouth and sucked in the
tip. "No, Rusty," he said. "I ain't going to leave you alone. But we done
shared everything so far. We going to still do that, ain't we?"

"Turn onto your other side, Abe, OK?" Russ commanded. Abe did as he was
told and raised his other leg. Now his anus stuck in Russ's face. He spread
the cheeks wide. "Shit, Bud. Look at this. It's like the blackest fig you
ever saw."

Abe pulled Russ' face to him and felt the white man's tongue poke him
deep. When Bud sucked his cock Dongo said, "Looks like we got two new boys
that need looking after, Puppy."

Eric smiled. Life never seemed better.

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