Date: Sat, 14 Jan 2012 8:35:01 -0500
From: lokiaga@austin.rr.com
Subject: Rue Dauphine 13

Rue Dauphine 13
Lance Kyle

Niobe and Delilah had been occupied in the kitchen, reorganizing and
planning for feeding a household that had nearly doubled in size.  They
came a little late into the main building.  Niobe kept a smile to herself,
knowing just exactly what was planned in each room.  The Grand Plan had
even reached the stage where King had slipped into the room with Scott and
Cleopatra.

"Ever'body asleep, I guess," whispered Niobe as the two entered the hallway
of the central wing.

"I guess so," said Delilah.  "Well...I suppose I should retire to my room
upstairs.  I suppose my mother and brother are up there."

"Maybe not," said Niobe, smiling.  "We been sleepin' together mainly, or in
two rooms, but so many people in the house now, I think maybe they split
up."  Delilah looked at her thoughtfully.

"Sam...Sam went down early this morning and came back and told us that
everyone...that a lot of people...seemed to be in Master Scott's room," she
said carefully.

"Oh yes," said Niobe, matter-of-factly, "We was all together there las'
night."

Delilah now stared open-mouthed, her family's main conjecture proven true.
"Isn't it crowded? What do all of you do in just one bed when there are so
many other beds?"

"We pleasure each other," said Niobe, and here Delilah's jaw positively
dropped.  "I'll tell you all about it.  You wanna sleep with me tonight?"
she asked casually.

"I...I should be upstairs with my mother," said Delilah.

"She ain' upstairs," said Niobe, flatly but kindly.  "She with Master Scott
tonight."

A knowing look flashed across Delilah's beautiful milk brown face.  "Ah,"
said.  Clearly, she had expected...perhaps her mother had expressed a
hope?....that it would happen sooner or later.  "Well, then Sam," she
concluded.

"He and James gonna sleep together tonight, they down there," said Niobe,
jerking her thumb in the direction of the second central wing bedroom.
"Come on," she said, now forcefully taking Delilah by the elbow and
steering her with a sense of purpose toward the shower room.  "We a little
dirty from all the work, le's clean up," she said.  Delilah had no time to
consider or ask, and was still processing the news that her mother and
brother had paired off for the night.  Niobe pulled her into the shower
room, shut the door, and in a wink had dropped her own dress to the floor.
Delilah took a step back and gaped at her.  She gasped when the brown
fourteen year old girl sat on the toilet seat and the sound of urination
could be heard.

"What...let me step outside!" said Delilah.

"Naw, it's alright, tha's how we do here," said Niobe, finishing, standing,
and then in an instant unbuttoning Delilah's top dress button.  The garment
sagged off of one shoulder as Delilah clutched at it.  "Go ahead," said
Niobe, pointing to the toilet, "your turn.  Tha's how we do here," and she
gave a tug on Delilah's garment that brought it most of the way down.
Confused, Delilah let it fall, and needing to use the toilet but having no
good argument to the contrary, she also sat, blushing, and urinated.  Niobe
stood coolly by, but noted Delilah's quick sidelong glances at her as they
stood there.  As Delilah rose, Niobe turned on the water, stepped into the
shower, and began gently pulling Delilah in after her.

"Oh!  I want to bathe alone," cried the twelve year old girl.

"Naw, we shower together, tha's how Masta want it," said Niobe.  Delilah
looked aghast but was silenced by the appeal to the master.  "Masta say
so," said Niobe, nodding, and then pulled Delilah in.  Niobe soaped up the
twelve year old mulatto girl first, running the soap over the small pear
shaped breasts, around the belly and under the arms, making a slow pass
through the crotch, then soaping up the back and rubbing hard on the girl's
anus.  Delilah gasped from time to time and steadied herself on the shower
wall, but no longer refused.  Then Niobe, smiling, handed the soap to
Delilah.  More slowly, Delilah followed the pattern set by Niobe, and the
fourteen year old had the thought that the twelve year old may never have
seen skin as dark as hers, may never have had any kind of intimate touching
in this way.  Stepping out, Niobe choreographed their toweling each other
off.  Then quickly Niobe picked up her dress in her hand, nodded to Delilah
to do the same, and pulled the mulatto girl into the hallway and quickly
into the right wing and into the first bedroom they found.  Delilah gasped
at the prospect of running naked through the hallway, but there was nobody
to observe them.

In the room, the girls draped their clothing over chairs and then Niobe led
the way to the bed, pulling the covers and sheets back.

"Are...are you going to sleep here?" asked Delilah.  Niobe nodded.
"Should...should I go to the servants' quarters?" she asked.

By answer, Niobe leaped into the bed and pulled Delilah in after her.
Tumbling into the center, Niobe pulled the sheets up over them and turned
companionably to Delilah, the two girls lying side by side, and Niobe put a
companionable arm across Delilah, just grazing the mulatto girl's pear
shaped breasts.  Delilah looked at her in some confusion; clearly she was
trying to assess what was happening.  "What...what do you mean you pleasure
each other when you all sleep together?" asked Delilah, carefully.

In answer Niobe giggled and rolled right up next to Delilah, her arm firmly
across the chest of the twelve year old, and propped up her head with her
other arm.  "We make each other feel good," said Niobe.  She paused a beat.
"We have sex."

Delilah gasped.  "You mean, you had sex with Master Scott, right?  I
understand.  I was waiting for old Master Tom for my first time, but he
died before he could," she said.  Clearly she was trying to relate what
went on here to her own experiences.

Niobe giggled again happily, and began a very slow, friendly rubbing of
Delilah's shoulder and arm, trailing her forearm across the girl's tiny
pear shaped breasts as she did so.  "Oh yes, with Masta," she said, "and
James and Scott, too."  Delilah nodded slowly.  But then her eyes widened.

"But...all together?  All at once, I mean, in the same night, I mean, in
the same bed?"

"Sometimes," said Niobe.

Now Delilah actually giggled herself, and thought for a moment.  "Did it
hurt?  All three of them.  Do the men have large...members?" she asked.

With an air of calculation, Niobe replied, "Well, King is great big, and
then Masta Scott.  James, he only thirteen so he not so big, but he gonna
be when he grown.  But ever'body careful with each other when we do it, so
nobody get hurt."  Delilah frowned, puzzled.  Then a look of shocked
realization came over her face.

"You...you don't mean that King and James do it...to each other?"

"Why sho'," said Niobe, smiling happily, "and Masta Scott too.  Any which
way and all ways."

Delilah gaped, open-mouthed.  Then she looked thoughtful.  "I would hear
about things like that back home...back at the old plantation," she
corrected herself.  "About men and boys together some times.  But never all
at once.  Is it strange to do it with more than one?" she asked.

Niobe laughed out loud and then looked directly at Delilah: "Honey, your
mama doin' it with Masta and with King right now."  No! mouthed Delilah
soundlessly, rising up and shaking her head.  "Yes they is, in Masta
Scott's bedroom.  An' in the room next door, yo' brother and James, they be
havin' a good time, too, if James got anything ta do wit it."  Delilah
continued to stare, open mouthed, and then burst into laughter.  She laid
back flat against the bed, thinking deeply.  She turned to Niobe.

"Master Scott wants this?" she asked.  Niobe nodded yes, and then
deliberate, gently, moved her hand from rubbing the mulatto girl's shoulder
and arm to cupping and then rubbing her little breasts.  "Masta Scott wan'
this, too," said Niobe.  Delilah simply stared at the dark brown girl, then
at the dark hands on her own coffee and cream flesh.  She heaved a deep
sigh.

"You sho' is pretty," said Niobe. "Yo' hair is pretty, you the prettiest
color..." here her hand slid down over the mulatto slave girl's
abdomen..."you got cute titties, too," she said, and both girls giggled.
Niobe reached over and gently seized a light brown hand of Delilah's and
placed it on her own grapefruit sized dark chocolate breast.  "See, it nice
to do that," she said now gently rolling one of Delilah's nipples between
her fingers.  "You pleasured anybody yet?" Niobe asked.

Delilah slowly shook her head no.  "I haven't hardly even seen anyone else
naked.  I guess...I guess I was pretty sheltered.  All our plans depended
on Master.  When he died...so you pleasure Master, James, and King?" she
asked.  Niobe nodded and smiled.  "King is big and handsome," said Delilah,
"but James, he's kind of pretty."  Niobe laughed out loud and planted a
kiss on the mulatto girl's cheek.

"You gonna get a chance wit' them," she said.

And then Delilah turned very serious.  "But Master first," she said.
"That's the way it has to be.  Master first."  Niobe just smiled; this
insistence was something she didn't quite understand, but she would leave
it for later.  For now, the two girls were lying on their sides facing each
other, companionably rubbing.  And then Niobe slipped a hand behind
Delilah's head, into her halo of dense brown curls, and pulled her face
toward hers, covering the mulatto girl's full lips with her own.  Delilah
gasped and gave a muffled sound, but did not resist.  They played with
tongues, sliding in and around mouths, teeth, and gums.  The breathing of
both girls began to grown heavier.  Then Niobe pushed Delilah gently onto
her back and slipped on top of her, their small breasts mashing together,
hands pulling shoulders, arms, back, and buttocks in together.  They
continued in this way for long minutes and then quickly Niobe simply
flipped around, positioning her vagina and clitoris over Delilah's mouth
while she dove for the mulatto girl's own genitals.  Delilah gasped and
moaned, and took a quick moment to figure out what was happening.  Then,
pulling Niobe down into her, she likewise began tonguing and sucking the
genitals of the dark brown girl on top of her.

The girls moaned, they clutched each other, Niobe grasped Delilah's
buttocks from underneath and pulled them apart, kneading them while
Delilah's hands ran up and down the dark slave girl's back.  And then Niobe
climaxed, gasping and sobbing but not pulling off of Delilah's love knob,
her legs trembling as she rode through the wave of ecstasy.  And then it
stopped, she lifted her loins up off of Delilah, and went for the mulatto
girl's genitals with a sense of purpose.  In a moment she heard Delilah cry
out: "Oh!  What is it?  What...ah!  Ah!  Ah!"  And from the shaking of the
twelve year old's thighs, Niobe knew she had climaxed.  But Niobe
wondered...

After Delilah had calmed, Niobe quickly repositioned herself at the mulatto
girl's side, cupping her breasts again gently, and asked her, "Was that
your first time?"

Delilah gasped and smiled and said, "Yes!  Is that what sex is?  Is that
how it feels?"  Niobe laughed and nodded yes.  "I...I fingered myself
before, but not so that happened.  That's what it feels like with men and
boys, too?"  Niobe laughed again and nodded.  And then the two exchanged
another long kiss and, arms around each other, drifted off to sleep, dark
chocolate and coffee and cream colored limbs entwined together.

Coincidences shape our story the following morning.  Niobe awoke early,
Delilah still soundly asleep beside her, but she needed badly to urinate.
So she quietly slipped out of bed and went, naked, over to the shower room
in the central wing, where she relieved herself.  She was just emerging
from the room when Scott Barnes slipped out of his bedroom right next door,
also naked.  The two startled each other, but then quietly embraced in the
hallway.  "Wait a moment," said Scott, slipping into the shower bath,
evidently needing to relieve himself as well.  Emerging, he put a friendly
arm around Niobe and asked, "How did it go?"

She smiled and replied, "Really good, Masta!" and then frowned a little:
"But she say she only gonna have you for her first man.  She like King and
James, but you gotta be first.  She right set on it."  Scott looked
thoughtful for a moment.  Niobe continued, "How it go with you?"

"Very well," said Scott, "all as planned."  Niobe grinned and nodded, for
of course she knew the plan.  Scott thought another moment, assessing the
situation.  A slight morning erection had remained after relieving himself.
"Delilah says I have to be first, eh?" he asked.  Niobe nodded, and then
she looked thoughtfully at her master's semi-rigid rod.  By way of
suggestion, she lifted the heavy organ with her hand and looked quizzically
up at her master.  Scott quickly formed a resolve, and indeed, the thought
that he might put his penis inside of Delilah while it had not been cleaned
yet of her mother's juices and his and King's dried semen seemed to give
him an extra bounce.  "No time like the present," he said.  Looking around,
he saw the arrangement of flowers on a table in the hallway, and from it
pulled a long rose.

"Wan' me to come, too?" asked Niobe, clearly hoping to watch.  Scott
grinned and nodded, then took her by her brown hand and led the way to the
bedroom.  Slipping in quietly, they saw that the mulatto twelve year old
girl was still asleep.  Quietly, Niobe slipped into the bed.  Scott sat
carefully on the side of the bed and with the bloom of the rose began
tracing lines over Delilah's small breasts, between the breasts and up and
down her abdomen.  Delilah moaned, shifted, then opened her eyes suddenly.
With a start she sat up in bed.

"Master Scott!" she exclaimed, and stared frankly at his nakedness.  When
her eyes reached his semi-rigid penis, angling up from his lap as he sat on
the side of the bed, her eyes grew round.  "Oh!" she exclaimed.

In answer Scott put the rose aside, leaned over, and with his hand in the
girl's carnation of medium brown tight curls, pulled her mouth to his.  Her
hands came up in a defensive gesture, but she did not object, and after a
moment of lips and tongues exploring each other, the mulatto girl's hands
reached for her master's shoulders and back, rubbing them.  Then Scott
gently pushed her back onto the bed and began kissing her breasts, nibbling
her nipples with his lips.  He crawled fully onto the bed, parting her legs
and getting into position between them.

"Will...will it hurt?" she gasped, looking back and forth from Niobe to
Scott.

"There will be a little pain, probably, the first time, and a little blood,
but not afterward," said Scott.  Niobe smiled encouragement and seized
Delilah's hand, holding it tight, squatting on the bed right next to the
mulatto girl who was about to be deflowered.  The white man got himself
into position, gently oiled the entrance to the twelve year old mulatto
slave's vagina with the clear fluid from his penis, and then pushed slowly.
He felt resistance and Delilah gasped.  He gave a determined push and felt
something give way inside her.  The slave girl cried out, but Niobe held
her hand tightly.  Delilah's other hand was held against Scott's chest.  He
paused to let the pain pass as much as it could, and then plunged fully
into the slave girl.

He knew she was unlikely to climax given the pain of her first penetration,
and so as not to give her further pain he began pumping quickly, holding
himself up off of her with both palms on the bed, her little light brown
body squirming beneath his.  Her eyes were wide and her mouth open,
gasping, but it did not appear as if she were in more than a little
discomfort.  Harder and faster he pumped, willing his climax, which came
quickly as he arched his back and slammed his groin forward into hers,
shooting sperm for the first time into her virgin loins.  He bucked again,
then shuddered, and then withdrew.  He could see as he slipped out from
between her legs to sit on the bedside again that a small trail of semen
and blood had followed his penis out.  He now held Delilah's other hand
tightly as the girl's breathing resumed normality, and with his other hand
he wiped away the tears that leaked from her eyes.

When she could speak, the mulatto girl said, "Thank you, Master...thank
you.  Was it good, Master?"

Scott smiled and replied, "Yes, and for you it will be even better next
time.  A little skin across your vagina had to be torn, that is all.  Even
by later today, it will all be better."  The three sat there companionably
until Delilah felt fully recovered.  Then the three, arms around shoulders
with Delilah in the middle, went out of the room and back toward the
central wing to shower.

And there, in a second coincidence, they met James and Sampson, naked, just
coming from their bedroom, also arms around each other, morning boy
erections bobbing as they hurried for the same destination.  Everybody
stopped short.  Then Scott, Niobe, and James burst into laughter.  But
Delilah and Sampson blushed deep red beneath their light brown skins,
Sampson putting both hands over his genitals, Delilah throwing an arm
across her breasts and her other hand over her groin.  Neither one knew
where to look, for not only was a naked sibling right there but other naked
people.

Very gently but firmly, Scott removed one of Delilah's arms from her
breasts while Niobe seized the other hand and, removing it from the slave
girl's groin, held it tight.  "It is alright to see and be seen," said
Scott.  "That is what we do here, that is how we are."  James immediately
took the hint, and slipped behind Sam, his plum black erection pressed
against the mulatto boy's buttocks, and forcefully pulled back the arms of
the younger boy.  "Look, tha's a'right," James whispered in Sam's ear.
Reluctantly at first, then with slowly increasing boldness, the brother and
sister DID look, first at the other naked people and then at each other.
Sampson's sheltered upbringing had rarely brought him the sight of another
naked body, much less that of a white man, and he stared transfixed at
Scott's eighteen year old manly physique, not really registering that the
oily appearance of the rose colored rod came from his mother's and sister's
vaginal fluids as much as semen.  James stepped out from behind Sam, who no
longer needed restraint, so that Delilah might stare at him and his bobbing
penis, which she did.  And James enjoyed staring back, admiring the tiny
pear shaped breasts on Delilah's boyish body.  James noted a little slick
of bloody fluid tracing down one of Delilah's thighs, from which he drew
his own conclusions.  Sam moved his rapt attention from Scott to Niobe, and
his morning erection actually gave a little bounce of excitement at the
site of the fourteen year old girl's rounded body and little grapefruit
sized breasts.  Slowly, slowly, smiles crept across Sampson's and Delilah's
faces to match those of Scott, James, and Niobe, and then everyone was
nodding, smiling, suddenly free in their nakedness.

And then the third coincidence: from Scott's bedroom emerged King with his
arm around Cleopatra, both stark naked.  King's massive penis had no
morning erection but had clearly been distended recently, and it glistened
with moisture; there was little mystery as to what they had been doing.
Cleopatra gasped and wheeled around, but King held her tightly, grasping
the situation, seeing the détente that had been reached.  He held her
tightly in his arms right in front of her, his flaccid organ pressed
against her buttocks, and commanded her, "Look!"  Reluctantly, then with
awe and wonder, she looked at one after another of the group.  She paused
at Delilah, gave a small gasp at the evidence of her deflowering that still
ran down her leg, but Delilah managed a bright smile that reassured her
mother; and the fact that the white master stood beside her, arm around
her, gave Cleopatra to know that the world had turned as it should and that
Scott had been the first inside of her daughter.  The group stood for a
moment more, everyone looking, and then laughter erupted all around,
Cleopatra managing at least a grin.  Her children ran up to her to be
embraced, embarrassment now impossible.  Scott walked over for a morning
kiss from Cleopatra, and then one from James also, taking the slim dark
brown boy in his arms for a hug.  Niobe walked up behind Delilah and put
her arms around her, covering the mulatto girl's breasts, leaving little
doubt as to their level of intimacy.  And then the pressure of bladders
took over and quickly, one after another, each one used the shower bath
toilet.

In an inspiration, Scott organized the showers.  He was saving Sam for
himself, later, frankly, so first he pushed the brother and sister together
into the shower.  There was another moment of shyness at first, and then it
was overcome, everyone in a mood to fling caution to the winds.  Then he
pushed Cleopatra and Niobe in, the two soaping each other companionably,
Cleopatra shaking her head in wonder at these new practices.  Scott pulled
James into the shower with him, enjoying once more the soaping of the boy's
chocolate dark skin.  And then with a swat on the boy's bottom Scott pushed
him out and called for King, the two barely fitting together in the small
space but managing to clean each other nevertheless.  Clean and toweled,
everyone soon dressed and then, in a milling tangle, rushed down the stairs
toward the kitchen for breakfast.  Old and new slaves, dark, medium, and
light brown, with white among them all, they were becoming a community that
seemed to have put caste and color behind them.  And so began that day...

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