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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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