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Plantation Temptation Part 10
The next morning Eric, Tom and Dongo were served breakfast by Sammy and Mikey. The two servants wore just white waist aprons open at the back, exposing their round, firm buttocks. When Tom was served a cup of coffee he put a dollop of butter between Sammy cheeks and massaged it into the boy's anus, lazily fingering the hole as a very young negro arrived out front driving a one horse dogcart. They all looked out the window to see a shirtless brown boy descend to the ground.
In his morning dress of striped pants and a starched white shirt Samuel opened the door and smiled at the boy, not more than ten or twelve and dressed like the master would appreciate, in nothing but thin cotton drawstring pants that exposed a thick organ pushed out by heavy testicles. The boy returned the butler's smile and stuck out a hand holding an enveloped letter.
"This is for Mister Eric Weston, Sir." The boy said.
"What's your name boy? And where do you come from?"
"My name's Peck, Sir. My friends call me Pecker, and I come from the judge's house. Judge Julius."
"Well, come on in boy and give the letter to the master." As Peck walked past Samuel he stopped the lad. "What's wrong with those pants, boy? Don't they dress you right over at the judge's?"
The judge had them split up the ass this morning to please Mister Weston, Sir, or so he said."
"Then go on in, boy, and see if you can make the master happy." Samuel handed the ivory colored envelope back to the happy boy.
When Peck entered the dining room all eyes were on him, an exquisite example of mulatto youth, like a ripe fruit ready to be plucked and fucked. He smiled when Tom removed his finger from Sammy's anus and licked it.
"What can I do for you, young man?" Eric asked.
Peck smiled again and walked over to the master. With his back to Tom the boy bowed and handed Eric the letter. When the pants' seam split open Tom needed no other invitation. He swiped his finger through the butter bowl and slid it into the boy's crack. Peck immediately pulled an ass cheek to afford better entrance, and Tom inserted his middle finger into the buttery anus.
Eric read the letter and announced, "We're invited to a little soirée at the judge's tonight. Loose clothing suggested."
Tom laughed. "Can we take our niggers with us?"
"The judge asks that we bring our prized possessions for general admiration and enjoyment. As many as we think might fit in." Eric laughed and pulled the drawstring of Peck's pants, which would have fallen to the ground if they hadn't hung on Tom's finger up the boy's ass. "Like this one bringing the letter." Eric took the thick long penis in his palm and turned it from side to side. "How big is it when it's hard?"
"About ten inches, master, Sir."
"Oowee. Let's see." Tom said. "Come here, Mikey and suck this negro. What's your name, boy?"
"Peck, Sir. My friends call me Pecker."
"Well, I can see why. Get over here, Mikey and suck his cock."
"Master Tom," Mike frowned.
"I do it, Master Tom," Sammy said and jumped at the thick organ. A minute on his knees and Sammy had Peck as hard as a rock, and thick and luscious.
"I say, Peck. You're almost as big as little Sammy."
Peck's eyes lit up at that, and Sammy stood up proudly, pulled his apron around so the opening was in the front and exposed his own erection sticking straight out. Peck's mouth watered. "Master Weston..." He squeaked out.
Eric laughed. "Why don't you get on your knees and return the favor, Pecker."
"On his knees hell. Just bend over, boy." Tom coaxed. Peck bent over and slurped in Sammy's smooth gigantic cock head. Tom added more butter to the loose anus and fingered the boy good. "This one's ready to go, I think." Tom stood and unleashed the straining erection in his trousers. When he swiped his cock into the buttery crack the boy immediately reached behind with both hands and spread his cheeks. "And is he well-trained." Tom laughed. "I say."
He slid his thick eight inches right up into the tender young anus without the slightest flinching from the boy. "How long you been getting it up the ass, boy?" Tom pumped.
"Since as long as I can remember, Sir. The master's not as big as you are, Sir, but he bounces me on some of the big niggers every day just to keep me nice and ready. He likes to just shove it into me any old time, so I got to be ready for him. Plus he likes watching my big hard-on bob up and down when I'm getting fucked."
"So Pecker likes it. Just any old time." Tom repeated.
"Yes, Master, but we get it mostly right after he drains our nuts, he fucks me or one of the others."
"One of the others?" Tom was getting intrigued my southern customs.
"One of his juicy fruits, he calls us. He hand picks us when we little from the size of our daddies and our mother's brothers. Then he feed us bull juice and plus he don't let any nigger juice go to waste. We maybe eight of us, ten including the little ones, but they don't get nothing but drinking from the meat faucet, as the master say, until they older."
By now Mikey had come over and exposed his ass to Tom who laughed at his slave. "Mikey, you just can't stand to see a white man fuck a negro ass that isn't yours, can you?" Mikey whimpered. "Well, you better get used to it because we're going out tonight and you might see some white meat up negro ass that isn't yours. Now get down on your knees and suck this boy's dick."
Mike whimpered, "Master Tom."
"Do as you're told, you goddamn nigger before I take my belt to your ass."
Once on his knees Mike had a real good time sucking on Pecker's huge sleek erection. With the pumping up the ass and the mouth work he was getting Pecker got close real fast. "Don't make him come, Mikey." Eric commanded. "We want his juice nuts nice and full for tonight."
"Dat's OK, Master Eric. I can come again, and again." Pecker grinned and pushed Mike's gobbling mouth off his meat pole. The huge mast stood almost straight up and glistened like a most perfect organ. "Look at these nuts. Master Eric." Pecker stretched his ball sack proudly and pulled up two large, almost purple, orbs as shiny as fine Moroccan leather. After displaying them to Eric and Dongo he swiped them over Mike's lips. "Suck my nuts, you sloppy mouth nigger." The boy said.
Mike obliged him and slurped one giant testicle into his hot mouth. "Get them both in, nigger." Pecker held Mike's head and pushed the other testicle in. Mike gagged, and Pecker groaned in pain. "Now pull on `em." Mike bit down, and Pecker rode the white cock up his ass. As his balls were pulled long and tight his cock danced from side to side like a lacquered meat metronome, giving Dongo a dripping hard-on.
"This boy needs to feel some real meat." Dongo stood and dropped his pants. At the sight of the humongous dark organ Pecker's eyes lit up like it was Christmas.
"Get up and lay your belly over the end of the table, Mikey." Tom commanded as Dongo stuck his fingers into the butter pot and greased himself up. "And you right next to him, you sleek pecker boy." Eric said as Dongo pressed his apple huge glans against the boy's anus. The boy braced himself for the onslaught. The judge had put his prize stallion on the boy once, and the animal rode him for five minutes so he knew he could take this giant black man's horse cock, but still it'd been a while.
Tom jabbed eight and a half inches straight up Mike who cried out in pain. "Mikey's on fire. Huh, Mikey?" Tom soothed him by nibbling on his ear. "You need more practice like Pecker here gets. I should send you out every morning at dawn to get stuffed by the big boys in the slave house. Would you like that every morning?"
"No, Master. I like you. You know that."
"Then here you got it, Mikey." Tom plunged long, deep strokes into the burning ass of his negro. Mike looked over at Pecker who groaned as Dongo filled his hole. The two slaves moaned in unison as their asses were plowed open. Soon the moans turned to pants of pleasure as the two ass danced on the joysticks up their asses.
Tom began rapid firing in Mike's ass as Dongo worked slow and sure, sliding his twelve plus inches gently up the boy's tight but willing anus. Eric stood and opened his morning robe. He was naked underneath and his own eleven inch stump stood straight out, dripping and ready. "Here we go, Mikey. Fuuuuck..." The table shook as Tom dumped his morning load deep into his slave's ass. He pulled out before he was completely done, slapped the ass to close the hole and pulled Mike's head to him. "You can drink the rest, Mikey." He pushed his glans into Mike's mouth.
Mike licked at the creamy slit and milked the shaft to get all of his master's juice as Eric slid into his gooey ass. Then Eric turned and kissed his Dongo who had bottomed out in the seemingly bottomless pit of Pecker's ass. They were brought back from their loving tongues by the grinding asses demanding attention. "Let's go riding, Puppy." Dongo said to his lover and pumped at just the right tempo to let his balls slam up against Pecker's now drained orbs.
The two gigantic organs picked up speed together, slammed together, shaking the whole house. They rode the negro asses for ten minutes before grinning at each other. "Ah-huh." Eric panted. "You ready, Beautiful?"
Dongo pulled the two asses together and kissed his Eric as they both pumped hard and deep. Two beautiful round asses, one white, the other dark brown, humped and squeezed, pounded and retracted as two huge cocks, one white, the other brown, ravaged the two hungry slave asses. The two laying over the table braced themselves, and then Dongo howled, Eric sighed, "Yeeeesssssssss..." And shot a huge stream into Mike's leaking ass. Dongo sprayed his boy with a soft flood like the tide coming in. Both slam-assed their holes until there was no more cum to be squeezed out of the huge nuts, now tight against their shafts.
And then they slumped back into their chairs and ordered the boys to lick them clean. Mike on Tom, Peck on Eric, and Sammy on Dongo, the three sat spread-legged and contemplated the evening ahead of them.The three mouthes licking them were thinking about the same thing."Remind me we should take Abel with us." Eric sighed, pulled Peck onto his hard shaft until he felt the throat soften, then he throated the boy.
Peck had no trouble, didn't even gag, and willingly let his head to be rocked on the giant meat shaft pleasuring his throat. His nose crushed into the soft blond pubic hair of the big-cocked white man, and he would have passed out if Eric hadn't let him up for air. When he gasped Eric said, "When you need air, you push off, boy. That's how we do it around here."
Peck looked up into the loving blue eyes of the master of this beautiful organ. He grinned, "Yes, Master." And he dove onto the glans for another round, sliding in one smooth glide down the shaft again.
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