Many faculties in universities around the world study Ante-bellum slavery in the Southern States. The following stories are pure fantasy, but based on events that really happened: academic studies document similar events in the ante-bellum past. Many are published in internet. The author does not require any copyright. Within nifty's guidelines, anybody can copy the following invented story, without mentioning the author's name and reference. The author does not condone slavery that was common until the Civil War in the States ended it, and he deeply regrets that such infamies could happen. Comments are welcome. Person names are purely fiction. For your information, please note that $1 of the year 1800 is equal to about to-day's $30 Chapter 6 Jacky's impressions: from his diary. It was the day of my 14th birthday; I expected my parents to call me into the living room to receive the promised important (I presumed) presents. Thus, you can understand how impatient I was. My mother, in the morning, did tell me to prepare myself after a warm shower, to remain naked with only a towel around my waist. I was foreseeing something sexually tangible and interesting. When they called me into the living room, I found a marvelous show: My father and mother were sitting on their comfortable easy chairs, each having on their knees a beautiful slave male child. My father was holding a deep black muscular Negro; my mother a charming bronzed white blond smooth kid. While the slavelets, entirely naked, were kissing and licking their masters, my parents, absentmindedly, were playing with the almost hairless infantile cocks and testicles of the two slavelets, causing their sizable erection, and enhancing their erotic assaults. But the most astonishing show were two white-bronzed slaves, their backs toward me covered by waiving golden manes, almost reaching their buttocks. Attached with red silk ribbons to their necks were two good wishing cards, with written "happy birthday dear Jacky!" I thought that they were two bed warming wenches as my present. Encouraged by my grandfather, I approached them, and to my great astonishment I discovered that one was a boy, and what a Boy! A magnificent muscular nude Apollo with well-proportioned limbs, powerful biceps
and pectorals, narrow hips, and fantastic bottom cheeks was parading in front of me, smiling happily in his show, meant to please me, his new owner. I hesitated to finger him, but the youngster did put his almost stiffening cock in my hand, while at the same time he started to kiss me by introducing his tongue between my lips. I felt almost dizzy with happiness, and I started to caress his magnificent muscular body, his smooth velvety skin. One does not have any idea of the paradisiacal Ecstasy in touching the hard muscles of such a beautiful white blond bronzed male. However, my grandfather insisted, "you have to examine also your other present. The wench is anxious to please her new master! " I reluctantly left the gorgeous youngster, and started to examine the wench. Surely, she was extremely beautiful, slightly shy, but this enhanced my desire for her. I must admit that so far, I had only dry orgasms, and I truly hoped that the defloration of this birthday present would produce a real spurt of seeds. My father told me just last week how impatient he was to see the future product of my coupling on top of a desirable female. Seeing my hesitation, my new blond slave, very efficient in his glorious nakedness, took my hand suggesting me to squeeze his sister's titties, while sucking her tongue between her luscious lips. I was astonished that the boy would encourage me toward the wench defloration. He well understood my hesitation, and explained me that they both were more then happy that the first intercourse would happen with such a young and inexperienced fellow. Surely, my handling of the assault would be a moderate mounting of the girl: she would both enjoy and suffer, but finally resulting, if not immediately, in a happy pregnancy. I didn't notice that my slave boy, surreptitiously, had taken away the towel from around my hips: thus I did find myself totally naked, pressed against the body of the most beautiful naked white slave girl I couldn't have imagined even in my dreams. What astonished me was the assault of the wench toward me. She pressed her naked body against mine, sucking hungrily my tongue in deep and long French kissing, while her hands were trying to caress my buttocks cheeks, slowly introducing one finger into my ass hole. All this aroused me tremendously, causing my cock's hardening and moving, almost independently, out of any control. It was at this moment that my grandfather advised: "Let us go and leave Jacky with his blond bull, his twin sister and our two slave kids. They will manage together much better than in our presence. I ordered the blond athlete to supervise the coupling, because of his long experience. Moreover the wench has been schooled to please my grand son, and the two kids will be a good help in the forthcoming actions. " Thus, everybody, but the slaves, left. While I was enjoying the contact with my beautiful wench (a present that I really did appreciate), her twin slave brother did fluster in my ear: "Your grandfather ordered me, my sister and my kid brother to assist you for a perfect achievement in your sexual education. Therefore try to follow my advice, and you will really appreciate all the advantages of a sexual activity, while deflowering my virginal sister. She was quite relieved, when told that she would loose her virginity under a handsome young white master. She always feared to be compelled to be coupled first with a burly Negro male" I tried to answer my acknowledgement, when I heard the opening of the door, and I looked astonished the entry of my father's bastard slave daughter (my half sister!). As she came in, I saw her completely naked for the first time, parading in all the beauty of her splendid caramel colored body. My father and I, due to the narrow blood relation, did always avoid any touching her. Thus, everybody well knew of her intact virginity. My beautiful blond Hercules stopped his activity, and looked at the gorgeous young wench with eager admiration. "Your grandfather" he started telling me, "required my stud service in order to deflower your half sister. I can thus demonstrate how to proceed toward an efficient breaking into a virgin wench and her reaction against the assault of a likely male. Moreover, both your parents expect that fast pregnancies will be the result of our actions, yours and mine. " I was more than happy to hear those words. I was fondling my beautiful blond wench, but little I knew how to proceed further. Therefore, I looked with great interest at the movements of my splendid slave boy. I saw him jumping with a springy leap toward my half-sister slave. I knew how sex hungry she was, because she tried several time to make love with me, something that my parents always forbade. My blond athletic slave was like a sexually excited lion toward the luscious half-blood female. Although she was my age, really she looked a well-developed nicely tittied girl. In a jiffy, my new slave buck took hold of the pretty half-blood female and suddenly they both were fighting wildly on the floor. I could well see his male sex getting hard and big. Suddenly, I saw the young nigro muscular boy, the slavelet so eager to excite just a few moments ago my father while playing on his lap. He took hold of my blond athletic slave's now rigid penis with one hand, frantically inserting it into my half sister's sex. With the other hand, he was plunging one finger into the male's anus. These operations only enhanced the sexual male rage, causing him into a wild pumping, while the girl was screaming, with her hands voluptuously squeezing the muscular biceps and shoulders of her assailant. Of course, she was keeping her thighs well squeezing the powerful hips of his gorgeous male opponent. The situation was getting out of hands, mainly because of the dreadful screams of the shouting wench: my covering slave cruelly bit indeed her breasts. He interrupted his ferocious action by shouting me: "Master, master, start squeezing, cover my sister, and enjoy her as much as I am enjoying this rape! " I was going to follow his advice, when I felt the other blond slavelet embracing my legs, and start licking my balls and the sensitive tissue between balls and anus. Already I was feeling a strange boost toward squeezing my young blond pretty female. She was now licking the inside of my left ear. This combined licking aroused me, my cock started to have almost a life of its own, and we fell, all three of us, on the nearby couch. The slavelet apparently had well learned those provocative sexy actions. His tiny hands took hold of my penis and I felt myself pushing and entering for the first time (for both of us) into the virginal womb. An acute scream signaled that I had really succeeded in breaking into her. The slavelet strongly put first one, than two fingers into my anus and, oh miracle, I felt for the first time a wet orgasm, my sperm spurting with great pressure invading the innermost duct of the now no longer virgin slave girl. Really, I felt myself happy, and could not stop pumping repeatedly, until I fell exhausted on the panting wench. However, it was not enough for me. I did not extract myself, and already my youthful sexuality compelled me to start anew. I did not even listen to the complaining wench, who again and again was saying: "Thank you Master, but please it hurts and get out of me". The blond male slavelet, still pressing his silky hard-soft body against my back, whispered in my ear "Don't pay any attention. You are the master; if she keeps crying, I will whip her. I have nearby a dog whip handy. They taught me how to handle the whip against unwilling wenches! And I will enjoy doing it". I became curious to witness the realisation of this proposal. Thus, I reluctantly withdrew my cock from the wench, which I left on the pillows still crying and moaning. The blond muscular youngster, dog whip in hand, approached the shaking wench: he started hitting her with precise and cruel strokes. I thought how painfully my beautiful female slave would feel this torture, and, on a sudden impulse, I grabbed the boy, and we both fell on the floor. It was a new sensation for me, so intimately touching the boy's smooth body. Instantly my penis became again rock hard, and the boy, laughing, with one smooth hand took it, and, sitting on my lap, tried to introduce it in his narrow anus. I was enchanted both by the feeling of the youthful body against me, and by the riding movements of the now impaled slave on my rod. My hands were squeezing and pinching the still promising slave's muscles, while again I was spurting my seeds into him. With a large smile, showing his tiny white perfect teeth, the boy turned his head toward me, and kissed me on my lips, slowly introducing his rosy tongue into my mouth. The delicious taste made my mouth water. I really thought how thankful I had to be toward my parents for such a wonderful anniversary present. Throughout these actions, I was fingering the maleness of this pleasant blond animal. Caressing the tiny balls, stroking the hardening still small cock, gave me a new sensation of happiness. I could have gone for hours with this play. On the other side of the room, my young Hercules was now impaling the nigro boy, acting in the same way as myself. He looked at me and said, "I see you enjoy my brother's body, but you should taste also black muscular slaves. Their smooth hot skins will give you quite some more pleasure. Do ask your parents to purchase a couple of strong black males. I will teach you how to handle them for your sexual satisfaction. My former master, at Blackhot plantation, has quite a choice to offer. Your visit, I am sure, will be more then welcome! " That gave me something to think, if my parents would allow me this visit, I will register it on this diary. To be continued only if somebody is still interested. Comments to ecnelis133803912@aol.com