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This was before the war, of course. Then the Goddam Yankees came and screwed everything up really good. My Daddy owned a large cotton plantation. I was born in the big house, a mid-wife helped pop me out. Lived in that house till I went to war. There was nothing to return to. The Plantation porn stories had burned the mansion down. At six years old I had my own slave. He was six years old too. He was called Atwood. Lots of times the slaves would grow up serving their master all of their lives. Atwood stayed as my servant until the war.

Atwood was given to me at my sixth birthday party. He had been bathed till he shined and was wearing clean hand-me-downs my brother had cast away. He was led in just after I had blown out the cake candles. He had flashing eyes and a sense of awareness. Atwood was led away unceremoniously. Other than the housekeepers, a nigger was allowed to stay only momentarily in the main house living quarters.

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Another gift I received was a small whip so I could control my slave. After the party, I hurried to find Atwood who would now stay with the servants. I want to show you my fort. Atwood looked apprehensively at my whip. My Daddy tells me if you get real uppity I can Plantation porn stories you all I want. Atwood followed me as I ran down the path to the log cabin fort my Daddy had built for me.

It was small, but made from real logs and really looked like a fort. It had a room below with a ladder to the roof where we could look for imaginary Indians through the wall portholes. I would shoot at them with two imaginary rifles. After firing I would hand each rifle back to Atwood for reloading. Atwood and I played this game alot but one day our imagination sagged and we climbed from the roof into the main room wondering how we would kill time. A thought came to me. I giggled as I watched Atwood take off his clothes.

I stared at his hard little black peter then touched it. I had him turn around and looked at his Plantation porn stories. I spread his cheeks and looked at his asshole. I dropped my pants. Our sex play had started. We spent a lot of time in the fort looking, examining and playing with each other in our childish ways. Between the ages of thirteen and fourteen things started to happen to my body.

My dick started to grow. I was seeing s of fuzz in my crotch. My dick seemed to be uncomfortably hard much of the time and every so often in my sleep something would be happen and my bed would be wet. Atwood was going through the same experience. Now, when Atwood and I fondled each other, our touching seemed intensely stronger. We learned how to jack each other off. Dug up a bunch of worms and headed to the creek. Came upon a white friend of mine. My friend had his young slave with him.

Neither heard my approach.

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My friend had his pants down. He was pushing his slaves head into his crotch. I moved in very close. This was fascinating. I dropped to my knees and put my head to about six inches to where the action was. I had to have a real close view.

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I watched as the slave opened his mouth and slid his masters cock inside. He then took it out and licked it, like it was an ice cream cone, his tongue moving around over and under the head. Really lapping. My friend started to moan, he pulled his dick out of the niggers mouth and started to furiously pull it.

The nigger stayed in front of him with his mouth open. Cum shot from the white boys dick into his slaves mouth. The slave swallowed, waited till his master was done pump- ing, then licked off the white stuff that remained on his dick. My friend held out his hand which was also wet with cum.

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The slave licked his palm and all his fingers. I was hard as a rock but too shy to drop my pants and be touched by just any nigger. I really wanted to but shook my head. I could hardly wait to find Atwood. I would try it with him. We were outgrowing the small fort, but it was still useful for our purpose. I took Atwood up the next day for more jackoff and peter play. Both of our bodies had now developed into those of young men. I looked at Atwood. Contours of muscle development showed. Black hair surrounded his dick and balls.

Fat from his butt had been replaced by muscular buns. He was a fine looking buck. One regret, his peter was bigger than mine.

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I did the same Plantation porn stories him. Atwood was down on his knees fondling me. I moved my cock closer to his face. Atwood reluctantly moved towards my cock. I gripped the back of his head and pulled it forward breaking what resistance was left. Atwood pulled back my fore- skin. Testing, his tongue came out and gave my tip a quick lick. He paused before trying it a second time. His next lick was longer. I could feel the warmness of his saliva lubricant.

The roughness of his tongue pro- ceeded to cause intense, pleasurable, new strange feelings. In a sense of frenzy, I pushed his head farther against me, my cock slipping to the back of his mouth and down his throat. Atwood gagged but did not push me away. With automatic reflexes my hips started pushing back and forth as I held his head in a firm grip. It seemed like everything was spontaneous. The feelings were so intense I could not stop. An explosion of cum made me feel I had momentarily lost my mind. Atwood removed his mouth, my cum running from his lips. A tree house is a boys realm. My fort served as my tree house.

Now I was older I used my fort for one purpose only. Atwood was my usual guest. Atwood was becoming an expert with his tongue. One day, I really had Atwood turned on. I had been giving him a real slow hand job…extra slow.

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