The Mansion and the Madam (Closed Homerun2611)

[Homerun2611]

Miriam left but I watched her exit, the tail only highlighted her small, but muscular and perfectly shaped heart ass. The idea that my nieces and daughter would spend the night with my surprises in the asses, meant they should be in fine shape for the morning where for at least one of them, my cock would replace the toy and enjoy their tightest hole!

I expected Mary to soon follow, I had been glad that Mary had joined us, and having all three of lovely, young McCook girls in my bed was simply delightful. However, I was ready now for just hope. The oldest and most mature of the girls. From her daily behavior, no one would have been able to guess how she was in bed. However, and perhaps it was because she was the first of the new generation I got to enjoy, or because the first time I had enjoyed her, I had done it in front of my brother, but Hope had a special place in my heart, and the mere thought or mention of her name always made my prick hard!

However, Mary was showing a new side. Demanding and wanting, she was young, but knew exactly what she was doing as she paraded and stalked back and forth on the floor. She challenged me to take her, and show her how a Southern Gentleman could stir a woman'st soul in a way no field hand ever could, even Toby. "I mean Toby gave me a pretty good present earlier...But I bet you could do better still.." I smiled at the bold attempt to stir the embers of my fire, and I acknowledged he attempt.

As Hope realized, for at least tonight, she had I were not going to happen, I let her slip by, but squeezed her ass, and kissed her on the way out. "Perhaps not tonight, but tomorrow after the party...and don't forget about the morning, neither you nor Miriam shall leave your bed until I have 'inspected' your lovely tails."

Hope closed the door, and I could only imagine the type of girl on girl debauchery my two dismissed fillies were about to enjoy. Little did I know that her mind and mind had both flashed back to her eighteenth, the night my brother taught me the McCook initiation tradition, and I had first so enjoyed Hope's mouth on my cock, and the greater enjoyment of having my brother watch and encourage me to defile his daughter. I sighed as Hope left, she was the one who had first satisfied me, and she tended to revel in how both James and I enjoyed her. There were almost no bounds as to how hard she liked to be enjoyed.

I turned to Mary, "So daughter, of course I can do better, there is nothing so thrilling and yet forboden, as the feel of her father's cock in a young southern maiden. I must admit you have grown into quite a specimen." I went down on my good knee, and I ran my hand up the back of her firm, and muscular thigh, over and around her hard, tight ass, and up and down her muscular back.

"You know your sisters are quite the competition, they have each learned how to fine tune their bodies and apply their skills in ways that have brought me, and their father, delights that most men only dream about." I positioned myself behind her, her legs spread as she was still on all fours, my cock impossibly hard in my hand. And with one hard stroke, I slapped the shaft of my cock down hard on one of her perfect ass cheeks. Then the other, then I rubbed out the sting, then kissed it, then gave it a bit of a bite, a slap of my hand, another slap of my cock, and then more gentle rubbing.

"Daughter, you have a spectacular ass, I do believe you have such possibilities. Are you prepared to be Daddy's little slut, the pieces of ass I most dream about...the cunt I crave the most?" Mary pushed back, her ass pressing hard into my thighs. "Yes Daddy...I want to be the best...or dirtiest...I want you to crave me!" Her tail pressed into my stomach, and somehow her warm, wetness pressed back and found my cock. She rubbed and pushed, and then my 18 year old, just deflowered virgin daughter, let loose a string of the most vile and filthy littany of words my rather experienced ears had ever heard. I drove my cock into her, the slap of my body as I thrusted into her was loud and obscene, but nothing compared to her word. She slowed for a second, "You like it dirty don't you Daddy, you want to hear it, have me beg for Daddy's cock...and all the ways I want it. Do you like what I'm doing...do the others talk like this...and then back it up?" I let out a groan, as I fucked my baby girl. "No, my little slut...not like you...you are good!"

That only pushed her more, and she requested, or perhaps demanded, that I take her and enjoy her, every conceivable way. She praised and worshipped my manhood in ways that even made me blush, and by the end of the night, my sheets soaked in perspiration and my daughter's juices and my cum, I had lost count of the orgasms. Her words and filthy tongue had stirred me to heights incredible. And when I get up, I left my young 18 year old, sleeping soundly with a body that had to be aching in the best possible way.

I awoke and slipped out of bed, it was only a half hour or so past sun up, and Mary's body needed to recover. I opened Hope's door to see her bed still made and untouched. I then slipped into Miriam's room and what a site greeted me. They were both on their backs, with the sheets pulled down so their breasts were naked and beautiful in the morning light, their golden hair fanned out across their pillows. There was enough room for me to crawl up between them. I was naked, and as I joined them in bed, I lowered the sheet further and basked in the sight of their gorgeous young mounds.

I reached down and began to caress their sweet sex, and awaken them in a way both let their legs slide apart, and they naturally pressed up, moaning into my strong hands. "Good morning lovelies...you two look spectacular this fine morning!" There were little smiles and murmurs but no words, just the slight arching of backs to give me greater access to their wettening sex. I felt Miriam's hand first as she brought her hand across and wrapped her delicate fingers around my large, dirty, hard cock. "I told you, I'd come in this morning...now which of you would like their tail inspected first?' I had anticipated Hope after our interruption the previous night. But as Miriam started to stroke me, I thought perhaps the middle sister was perhaps the most anxious for a good morning ride....

 

[wickedpen]

I was not unfamiliar to awaken to a hand between my legs or if it be my uncle's. I enjoyed waking slowly and letting the full sun rise on fingertips before opening my eyes. I was not surprised as motion of a hand on a cock, not easily hidden in a hard bed as this. began to massage my sleeping body.

I smiled as Uncle Charles's attention was soon distracted from me letting my infinitely more talented hand take over this morning chore.

Miriam was an early riser, usually out on her horse chasing the sun as darkness slowly rose off my sleeping bed. This was not different as I felt her climb up and straddle Uncle Charles. She was letting him watch her slid her lips up and down his cock. The taste of sex filled her as she performed and then after. I opened my eyes to watch as she began to slurp and groan with a real intensity. She woke up full on and Uncle Charles was nearly overwhelmed when I rolled into him, groaning and grinding on him.

He moaned "oh god." as though he may be having a spiritual moment of bliss or a heart attack, potentially both.

I rolled back and spread my legs enough to knock into Miriam's thigh, gaining her attention. She watched me, waiting, making me ache for it. She licked her lips and ran her eyes over my body. I slowly as I could, reached down and slid two fingers into my dewy goodness provoking an obscene silence as my abs went ridged with my first orgasm.

As I could my breath, my eyes shot open, now ready to start my day. I rolled back towards them. Miriam's smile turned into a laugh, she was unable to contain as I moved quickly. I tried to straddle Uncle Charles but she was quick to block me. I looked at him laying face up smiling I knew what pleasure was to be mine. I got to my knees and prompted Miriam who grinned like a guilty child and moved up over her dear uncle. She looked into his eyes with one hand on his chest and her other hand bringing him against her.

"Do you want me Charlie?" she said confidently before we all smiled. He had told us the story of Grandma's first time cornering young Charles. He smiled as she glided down him full length with a deep and fulfilling groan. I held my sisters eyes but I did not feel her presence. It was as if her soul left her body or she was just a trembling animal in orgasmic bliss.

"Second Course?" I said kneeling with my hands over my thighs and ready to let him think he is getting the favor when I spread my legs over his face.

He could only nod as Miriam was now upright and gyrating ever so slowly as if in a fog. I crawled up. My hands had no sooner closed around the headboard as his hands closed on my hips and brought me into his beard.

"oh my" passed my lips as I instinctively bucked into the pleasure and his tongue was there. He was like a starving animal but not taking, only giving. I leaned back holding on to the headboard nearly smothering him.

"I fucking so want it" I hissed as my face was contorted straining to take everything Charles had. I knew he was still alive as his endless suction and overactive tongue with a constant need to rub his lips against mine, I was engulfed. Engulfed in primal need, satisfaction of mine was not often. I felt like I could get there. I felt as though with nothing to lose, the war coming to Shallow Loch and I was with people who loved me.

Miriam understood immediately as she replaced his hands on my hips and pulled me back to his unsatisfied cock. Miriam scooted off and to the side as I had been. We looked into each others eyes.

"Sisters forever" we said in unison. Her hand released him as I moved back onto him. Miriam's eyes were empathetic and lust filled, somehow. That feeling of giving in, of taking in life filled me until I felt nothing. Miriam's voice held me in the moment.

"Fuck him now, they will be here any day" Miriam whispered with her hand slide with a purpose up my back now arched accepting the man under me. Her eyes met mine as I fully understood as did she, more so. I began to, for lack of a better word, pound onto him. His smile was endless as I used him. I wanted him, I wanted his seed so deep in me. It was transfixing, consuming, delirious. I worked that ole boy for going on half an hour in nearly every position I could imagine. I worked myself to collapse. It was all I could do to hold myself as he thrust up into my exhausted body wanting, no needing, to finish.

I slid his hands high and stroked the fur tail still attached. He got my attention. Miriam was even quiet in this moment.

Uncle Charlie groaned "too tight" and with that pulled my tail out and exploded into me in one torrid motion.

"Oh yes!" I cried echoing through the house as the cry of a woman experiencing extreme sexual pleasure. Not a surprising sound in this country morning where people live as tribes, far from reality.

It was a satisfying end as he pulled me off him like a used tissue as I fell onto my body savoring the intense orgasm. Miriam immediately pushed my legs up and trying to keep him inside me.

 

[Homerun2611]

Waking up the girls and feeling their responses was such a delight! Miriam's mouth suckling on my prick with an enthusiasm, she usually saved for a sunset ride on a suitable stallion. Hope replacing my hand with her experienced fingers, knowing exactly what her own body needed, while giving me a morning show that was wickedly obscene. I would keep the vision of her on this bed, her fingers teasing her most sensitive and delighting in what I hoped would become a regular morning ritual.

The ebb and flow of fucking and tasting, teasing and enjoying each other played on and on as the girls moved in perfect concert as focused on satisfying each other's needs as they were their own, and I was the lucky beneficiary of each of their needs to feed and satisfy their hungry, nearly insatiable pussies.

As hope spread her legs and opened the tender lips between he legs, lowering to kiss mine. Lips wet without licking, her musky scent the sweetest perfume I could possibly imagine, her taste the most delicious honey!

Miriam was a woman before her time, the way she slid down my pole, and the rhythm and athleticism of her grinding, moving her hips, in such a way that every inch, every cell of the skin of my cock was driven beyond arousal, stimulated beyond any reasonable comprehension, every fibre of my being wanted every fibre of theirs, both of theirs!

The transition was so fast, so well done, I never missed a beat, thrust one into Miriam, my body back down, and the next thrust now into darling Hope, her pussy, so tight, as the tail I had inserted made her tighter than a virgin. "Sisters forever" They moaned as they executed their transition. "Not just sisters, but family...is there anything better?...and girls your father should soon meet us in Nahlins...where we can all be together!" The question was rhetorical, we all knew the answer. As I had taken their Mother and the love of our family had yield our sweet Mary, Hope was at the age she should be birthing children, and we McCook's took our procreation responsibilities seriously. Hope and I had become one, and I wondered if our passion, might yield similar precious fruit from her womb. "Fuck him now, they will be here any day" She rode me, she pounded me, and we became one. She possessed me, and as she gracefully, sexily pulled out her tail as as she looked into my eyes, we exploded, in mutual orgasm that let my body fire and her fertile womb swallow all of my abundant and powerfully delivered seed.

Hope's cry of "Oh yes!" reverberated through the mansion as I rose, drove and fired one last assault on her unprotected womb. I peeled her off of me, breathing hard, and her sister took her responsibility, lifting her legs, encouraging my seed to find its destiny. "Mmmm, girls this was good....makes it HARD to leave you....but I believe the party tonight my lead to even more fun. I have missed you two!"

I slid Miriam's tail from her firm ass, and watched her gape, but I was in no condition to go one more round, even for something that irresistable. "I will get the servants working, tonight ladies I expect your prettiest dresses and your most arousing undergarments. This may be the last party we ever host at Shadow Loch, and I want it to be remembered long after we are gone!"

I strutted naked from their room, and quickly encountered the envious eyes of Mary, then Betsy and finally Marcy as she was headed to the girl's room to tend to hope and Miriam as only she could. I smiled as they eyed me, my cock still glistening with the remnants of Miriam and Hope. "This is a fine morning ladies, and I look forward to times with all of you soon. I kissed my daughter, and then took Betsy by the hand. "Please help me clean up, we have much to do today! I could smell the roasted pig just beginning, and I knew the slaughter house was in full use preparing some of our prized cattle for this final soiree. It would be a ful day affair, putting out the decorations and preparing the food. A small orchestra from New Orleans would provide the music for dinner and dancing. All the men and ladies would be in their finest. No one threw a party like the South, and in the South, few could equal the McCook's!

 

[wickedpen]

The coming months would certainly clarify the wrongness of the southern way, but right now as Marcy carried hot water up the back staircase and poured it into our matching tubs which overlooked the most scenic view of trees and fields in all of Louisiana. Being on the second story of the house we were higher than the surrounding trees. Only a huge Magnolia and God could look down at our naked souls from above.

The water slid around me as I slowly awoke. Marcy was silent which was odd I remember, as I looked at her beautiful ebony skin, dark and smooth, glistening with perspiration like when we spent long hot nights in her bedroom behind them. She put thick pure white towels on the table between Miriam and my tubs.

"You girls have a good soak." she said in such a tone and with such a look, of almost, dare I say, disrespect?

"Did she know what was coming? Was she happy about it?" I thought as retribution flashed ugly in my head, but it quickly dissipated into the sensation of my hands on my physically spoiled white body. I was sore, in that just won the race kind of sore. My hands were like a salve on a bad burn as the water splashed with my stretching and enjoyment.

"Easy Hope" Miriam said with a careless smile as she laid her head back against the tub and rolled towards me slowly. The steam and morning breeze seemed to surround her in a mist as she smiled holding back laughter. Then we both laughed until we didn't. We held our gaze into each others eyes longer.

"Tonight's the last night we will stay in this house." I heard myself say as though a voice was speaking through me. I did not understand but knew it was completely true. Madame Pomroy had blessed me when I confessed these episodes to her. She said "it is a gift!" excitedly then continued, "but any contact with the other side, the timeless side, can be as bad as it can be good". This was one of those episodes.

Miriam sat up surprised as much by what I had said as how I said it. "Hope you are, scaring me." she said seriously. She was so pretty with her thick curls wet and heavy in their golden rapture, and so happy, until now. "It's the war isn't it? It's here." she said as her voice quivered. What had been the image of joy a moment before was now a terrified cornered animal.

I reached out my hand to her arm as her thin muscular hands gripped the side of the porcelain tub, as her worst nightmare, the nightmare we all had but do not speak of, the chaotic world of change, where they were more likely to meet up with justice, than an appreciation for the way things had been, it was consuming her.

I literally shook her arm to get her to look at me. "Miriam, it's going to be fine. We are going to New Orleans. This is not our end." I told her and smiled. I still felt someone else walking through me but I felt it so true. Her fears slowly took flight and were not there as quickly as they had come. "We have a day and a night to enjoy, this place, these people, one last amazing time." I said swelling with so many emotions, loss, love but mostly lust, since that is the sugar we all prefer over all others as our elixir by birth. But other emotions briefly held the open air sun room.

"We are going to lose everything." she said plainly as more of a statement than a question.

I sat up letting my full breasts rise above my hands on the edge of the tub where they lay. I squared to her as I would to any animal I am trying to control, dog, horse or man.

"Miriam, it's gonna be a hot summer in New Orleans but that is sometimes when it is best." I said laying a command at the feet of an offer that cannot be refused.

Miriam held my gaze longer still as she rose dripping and magnificent. She stepped over and into my tub as we sat together, face to face, like we had as little girls with our legs around each other. The tub was big and we spilled a lot of water but when we hugged, it was something electric. Both of us with little more than our wits and our bodies to navigate a world where we will be seen as the evil menace. We held each other and began to cry. Our bodies shook as tears wet each others shoulders. Our hearts beat as one. We were so vulnerable, and yet we had today. My hands slid down her back pulling her into my opening legs. A literary love moment transformed into incestuous hedonism in a big ceramic tub in the open air of the Magnolia blossoms.

The wave Miriam's kiss generated soaked the floor. Her mouth was on mine and her tongue filling mine before the water hit the floor. I arched my back up and held her against me parrying my own tongue into her mouth. Our moans and groans were not just this moment, it was a whaling and loss of our entire life. We tried to drive the reality from our heads with pure physical ecstasy. And boy did we try. If that Magnolia would ever speak or perhaps at the pearly gates we will need to atone for our sins, this day will be mentioned. The intensity of two intimate lovers, when escape is all you want, but daylight is coming.

By the time I had the soft pure white towel over my body, the tubs were mostly empty and only the dead were unaware we were having some meaningful sex. I stood with the towel around me as I went to the window and three old servants were sweeping beneath our veranda very slowly. Miriam came to the window naked and seeing the men asked "who's next?"

I push her back out of sight and smile down at the men. Their usual lustful looks were tinged with something. There was anger, rage behind the more primal. I began preparing to leave in a hurry and told Miriam to do the same.

 

[Homerun2611]

The time with the girls had me not walking out of the house until 20 minutes after sunrise, but the delay had been well worth it. I hadn't told the girls yet as I didn't want to disappoint them, but their father would be joining us as soon as two weeks from now in New Orleans. The seeds were being planted, tonight would be the last major night here. The troops were getting closer, and I was confident I had at least three days to finish what we could harvest and leave, but I would sent the girls off in the morning with Toby joining the girls prior travel party for security. I could not ensure their security if the troops arrived early. These men had been without women for too long and the temptation of Hope, Miriam, Mary, Marcy and even Betsy would be too much.

I found Jim in the stable and Toby was with him. I looked at my senior foreman. "Have you spoken with him Jim?" The massive man shook his head yes, "I have sir, but he dussn't know why he should stay with you, when he is about to be a free man, suh." I looked at him, "Is that right Toby?" He looked at me and then looked down. "Yessum, massuh, it is...Toby abouts to be a free man." I only smiled, I could understand how elusive and compelling freedom must mean, so I granted it. "Okay then, you're free....you can walk away right now free...I am about to set you all free. However, I am not a Master, nor have I treated you like I was and I think you know that. Not other servants, or share croppers that I know of have been given the food, housing or treatment you have received here as Shallow Loch." I looked at Jim, who nodded. "You know he's right Toby...you've told me as much yourself."

Toby looked quickly at Jim as if he'd just been betrayed. Suddenly I realized this was a negotiation, and Toby had no intention of going cheap. "It's okay Toby, you don't have to answer. The truth is, at least with me, your days of working the fields are about done. I have businesses ready to go in New Orleans, a hotel and casino, and housing we are building. I would like to hire you to help me do that. Jim will have overall responsibility, but I need good men I can trust and that is you. I will pay you $150 per month, that is as much as a colonel makes in the Union army and fifteen times as much as you might make share cropping."

I saw the look he gave Jim, he wanted to negotiate but the offer was outlandish and one he couldn't come close to equaling, the question was if he knew that. "Of course there is the additional perk of the McCook women. You do enjoy them don't you? Particularly my own daughter...." I knew I threw him a bit off guard, "...I'm glad, if you accept the position I offered you, I want you to lead the women to New Orleans tomorrow as your first task, can you do that?"

The smile on the huge field hand made his answer clear. I wasn't sure who if anyone else migh join us, but I was pleased as Jim and Toby, long with Hope's personal drivers were a good start to the staff I would need. I was about to leave when Marcy walked in, quietly, so quietly I was shocked as I turned around. "Marcy, what are you doing down here, shouldn't you be caring to the women folk up at the house?" She had a look on her face I hadn't seen before. "So I sees you have a plan for Jim and Toby, what plan do you have for me?" I could only look at her beautiful dark face, her incredible figure, and ask, "Do you have something in mind?"

She reached out and took my hand. "I'm not foolish enough to think that if and when freedom comes, it is going to necessarily be a good thing for us, is it Mr. Charles?" I wouldn't lie to the woman who had so faithfully 'serviced' Hope and her sisters. "No, Marcy, I doubt it will. The men who will overtake this plantation will have been long at war and looking for, let's just say womanly comfort, and they will be rough with what they want."

She closed on me, and I felt her dark hands on my neck, and her thick beautiful lips on mine. "Mr. Charles, you know I know how to pleasure a man, but in case you've forgotten...." I suddenly felt her hands on the buttons on my trousers and soon my quickly hardening cock was being fondled in her able hands. Suddenly the shriek was heard from the house and she laughed as she looked at me. "It appears Miss Miram and Miss Hope have continued on without you."

Suddenly the gorgeous servant was on her knees, holding my cock above her, and she was tonging my balls in an incredibly erotic and arousing way. Slowly sucking each ball, swirling it in her mouth, as she gently jacked me harder and harder. "Don't you want to fuck Marcy, Mr. Charles....you know I know how to do things those white girls have never dreamed of." With that she laid back on the hay bale and lifted her petty coat to reveal her incredibly sexy dark pussy, contrasted by her hot pink, glistening wet lips. She slid her hands down and spread her thighs, "Please fuck me Mr. Charles..let me have that beautiful cock of yours."

I couldn't hold back and I was suddenly on top of her, driving my cock deep inside her wanting, wet pussy, and fucking her hard. "Harder Mr. Charles...please harder" And I pounded her, as she did the tricks with her stomach muscles and legs which drove me crazy like no other ever had. We fucked and fucked, pounding and thrusting as she said every dirty thing she knew i love and drove the passion to the highest level. It wasn't long before I fired my cream inside of her, as she screamed in orgasm, and milked my cock of every drop. She knew what a visual spectacular she was and after I came she laid there a moment and let me watch the contrast of my cum pouring out of her sweet pink vessel and running down her dark ebony thighs. "Damn, Marcy, you are incredible...what do you want?"

"I know you enjoyed this Mr. Charles...and I want a job. If you are building a hotel, you are going to have girls there aren't you? As you've said the men will need comfort. I want to run your whore house...help recruit, train and run the girls for a cut of the house. Miss Hope or Miss Miriam will not have the stomach for that...and you know it. It is also no job for a proper lady. But Marcy could do it well, I will make sure the girls are treated well, and we have some beauties here who could start our stable." As quick as that, I had a new business partner. Marcy made it clear, she would not be a whore herself, except possibly for the enjoyment of the McCook clan, and we also agreed that Betsy would not be put to work in the oldest profession directly, she would be Marcy's and my assistant.

"It's a deal Marcy, I will give you 20% of all profits, and you may offer any two of the field hands you want to provide security, their salaries and the amount we pay the ladies I will let you decide, just remember that you make a percentage after we pay all of them....Now Marcy, this is our last night, make sure my girls are beautiful and dress up yourself, some of our guests tonight may prove to be some of your best customers, and I want this to be a party none of us ever forget!"

 

[wickedpen]

The word was out and by three that afternoon the house was buzzing with rumors and gossip.

"No one is coming" the main cook, an old black woman said as she slowly stirred a large cauldron of gumbo. "Big Jim told me, he heard through the grapevine, whites are headed north to fight , women to the city. Her resolve to her fate was as firm as her feet on this kitchen floor.

"What are we gonna do?" an apprentice girl in her teens asked as she husked corn then began cleaning string beans.

As the war swaggered towards them closer than they knew, the house went on about it's day.. There was no other way for the house to go. Generations of master and slaves had built a life of ritual and systemic normalcy, to do anything else was impossible.

As we walked down the staris to dinner, we knew it would only be us. Not one carriage or excited young man dressed in his finest hoping to find a woman willing to as much as take off her glove and touch his hand he would have a good month of hard ons satisfied in the out house.

Entering the foyer Uncle Charlie stood with a glass of whiskey, leaning against the wall.

"Looks like it's just us" he said with a smile trying to ignore the bigger issue.

Mary walked in looking magnificent. We were all blow away as she stood a beaming woman. I don't know what it was but Ielt all of us drawn to her like vampires to a virgin. Her white dress low but holding her maturing breasts. Her hair pulled up and her neck, supple and pale with a black lace strip around it. Her lips red, her eyes dark and we had all seen her earlier.

"I guess we will have to make the best of it" Miriam said stepping to Mary and offering her arm to her. I took Uncle Charlies and we followed.

"Charlie, perhaps tonight we should invite a few of our, servants to dine with us, and discuss the future. " I said as yesterday in the barn begged the question of Big Jim in a bed. "We have plenty to eat" I said with a wicked grin.

 

[Homerun2611]

"Sir Charles, they will not be coming tonight, the guests, all of them, have sent their most sorrowful regrets. But the women are fleeing, and we best be sending at least our women off, tomorrow as well." At first I was most disappointed, with Big Jim's news. I had been most looking forward to tonight, and for one special last memory of Shadow Loch. Margaret Baxter had been planning to attend. But it was not Margaret who had my embers smoldering needing just a little blow to burst back into flames, it was her just turned 18 daughter Peggy.

I loved and enjoyed my niece, my daughter, and our servants to no end. And if that was all pussy available for me te service the rest of my days, I would still be a happy, happy man. However, young Peggy was as pure as the driven snow I had encountered early in the war up in Northern Virginia training with General Lee. An unexpected, but delightful consequence of my early dismissal from the war was I was the only able bodied, other than missing my one lower extremity, Southern Gentleman and renowned cocksman, left within 200 miles to service certain needs. At the top of the list, was the appropriate deflowering of some of the tastiest young morsels of Louisiana and Mississippi. Word spread quickly amongst the mothers and maiden after maiden was send to Shallow Loch for Charles' Initiation and Education. In they would come, wearing some predominantly white or light pastel gown, indicative of their chastity and innocence of maidenhood.

In they would come and Betsy would care for them. Before meeting me, they would be fid a fine meal, but one not to rich as to make them bloated or sluggish. A perfumed bath would be drawn, flower petals floating and their bodies would be cleanly shaven, and adorned with oils to make them angel soft. Only Betsy applied the oils and she would give me a thorough report on how easily the young lady was aroused, how minimally she needed to be touched to find her nipples erect, and how soon wet, and too wet depths each maiden displayed her arousal to Betsy's expert attention to her inner folds.

Once cleansed and perfumed, her make-up and hair were addressed, as I firmly believed each girl deserved to feel like a princess in the moment I made them a woman. I had perfected my technique over time and now had it down to a performance that a woman never forget nor any man easily equaled. Betsy would escort them to my chambers, wearing only a sheer nightgown.

Each was more beautiful than the last, I would be waiting in my chair, dress shirt and dress slacks on. Most of these maidens shared some type of clothed male, nude female fantasy, not to mention, daddy/daughter wants and needs. I didn't miss a trick in satisfying each taboo kink. I would slowly rise and smile, tell each little 'baby girl' that I had never seen anything so precious and beautiful. In one quick movement, I would reach out and rip their gown open, completely revealing themselves to me. Every time, I saw pure fire, ignite, nipples get hard and small as pebbles, and if I took a deep breath, the surge of intensity and wetness residing between their young thighs. The smell of musk was heady, and if I wasn't already, admittedly a rarity, I was not rock hard.

It was now, I stepped away and undid my shirt, and let them enjoy my muscular chest. Next I undid my pants, my cock inevitably firing straight out, only to watch their eyes get a most aggressive and enthusiastic introduction to the master's tool that would soon take ownership of them. I would come up and kiss them, a single long kiss, letting them feel my cock press against their spectacular firm, young bodies. I always marveled at the perkiness and gravitational denying positioning of a virgin's breast. There were few things made by God, more appealing or arousing.

Kiss completed, both of us awash in gorgeous nakedness, I escorted them to my bed, resting their heads and upper back on rich down filled pillows. They almost always were staring at my large and throbbing cock, partly in excitement and awe, partly in fear and trepidation of what that mighty snake might do to their young, perfect, yet untouched bodies.

I would get up on the bed and kneel between their legs. I would tract their eyes and attempt to relieve their worry. "I am large, but you will find it gives you great pleasure. I will take time, go slow and help you open your body up. Remember this when you are with particularly large men, like some of the field hands back at home...." They would blush at the taboo reference, but inevitably the lips of thier pussies glistened all the more at the mention. I then foreshadowed our next few days together. "....I am going to teach you how to prepare all of your holes, to both enjoy and please a man. I am going to teach you skills such that you came to me a lamb, but leave a huntress...hungering for the kill, and skilled to wield the considerable power the access of your virtues should command." I was both dominating and liberating. "However, your must let your body go, trust me and you will be rewarded with both knowledge and skills few possess. You know the regard the women of Shallow Loch hold, the command they power, this is not luck, they are skilled, deeply skilled in the carnal arts..as you soon will be too.'

By the end of my little speech, they were frothing and as I went down on them, they opened wide and welcomed lesson one. However, it was the actual deflowering that was my favorite. The moment of resistance, the piercing of the veil and the inevitable transition of screams of pain into cries of pleasure. We fucked long and hard. There was nothing I enjoyed more than the maiden voyage down a tight virgin cunt. We timed these visits carefully, as I only rode bareback, and I would fully christen their wombs over and over, during these few days. Of course a few mistakes happened, and those girls quickly married off to less reputable gentlemen, but overall the program was a resounding success.

Once done, I would walk the maiden down, to a large meal where she ate heartily, and the bloody sheets were exchanged. Her body rejuvenated, their was a small jar of petroleum jelly in my room and we systematically went about intiating her tightest hole. Day one complete, we let the young bodies recover and moved on the next day to all positions, oral skills, and truly enjoying the thick rich texture and flavor of cum.

At the end of our little session I would send the newly made woman back to her home. She was now adorned in a rich satin dress, of a gorgeous jewel color. I would give a fine matching gem ring of ruby, emerald or sapphire to match the dress and forever provide her an adornment of our time together, and the fact that I would know her in a way no other man ever would.

Yes, it was too bad that young Peggy couldn't have been my last and possibly finest accomplishment. To have stolen her away to my quarters for a more abbreviated session, but culminate in a true, drop the mic walk off!

I was now smiling, enjoying my whiskey, with the fondest memories filling my brain as Hope came up to me."Charlie, perhaps tonight we should invite a few of our, servants to dine with us, and discuss the future....We have plenty to eat" I had seen Mary, which had helped trigger my walk down virgin memory lane. "Indeed we do...and yes we should include them...but we need a party...a party that truly closes this old mansion in a manner befitting her. We can address business at dinner but we need a theme. You attended one, when you were 19 and your sisters had been sent over to Aunt Katherine's in Jackson. Remember as we all were dressed in those dark purple robes, and wore the masks from Carnival. Your mother, father and I used to throw those often. The masks offer just enough anonymity that peoples can eliminate all inhibitions.

A vision of how spectacular either Miriam or Hope might look in one of their mother's masks ran through my mind. The result is a glorious night of fucking and different types of partnering, a tag teaming of sexual exploration unlike any other. And we can have a twist. Look at Mary, I believe she is ripe for a sexual cleansing. Your father and I, along with Jim and a few neighbors, did this for your mother after she gave birth to you. It had been almost a year, and postpartum depression hit hard. She was the most sexual woman I had ever met, but she completely lost interest.

And so, you father had us cleanse her. She was shackled in chains to a post, and the men wore hyena heads. Even some of the ladies helped pawing and kissing her body, as your mother enjoyed cock after cock, some individually often two or more simultaneously. That night reawakened her libido and took her to even greater heights. Little Mary is certainly not lacking in desire, but she is in experience and she wants it all, I say we give it to her. That should kick the party off, and before long we will all be experiencing that type of enjoyment!"

I was quite excited and talking fast, but then I slowed down. "Hope, I think this type of night is important. Toby, Betsy, even Marcy are questioning what to do, if they belong. New Orleans will be different, we will not be plantation owners, we will be wealthy businessmen and women, factories and hotels, perhaps gaming. We need them with us, we need to show them we want them, what belonging to this family feels like, really belonging...as we are a family like no other!" I stopped and looked into her eyes, I think she understood. Go take the girls, all but Mary and get ready. Marcy and Betsy will not serve us tonight, we will serve them. Oh, and I think I may have a special surprise for you...one you will be thrilled to see!"

 

[wickedpen]

I wandered around the house that day in a fog. My hand slid over the polished by use oak banister as I walked through memory after memory, generations of my people, our people had run their hand over so many things in and around this old house, it was her center. She did not want any of this to change. She knew it was happening but, it had been slow, like that first time a boy asks to walk with you. The long teasing and then silent courtship under supervision of all the men of this house who know exactly what he want to do.

A warm June day eight years ago, I remember it like I am there. The bugs are hissing up a storm as we walk from church up the long and dusty road towards the house. It is warm and I am hot as hell in my Sunday best white dress but I look good and that is what Daddy wanted, and I feel pretty as Walker Dunam kept looking my way.

"May I walk with your daughter?" was basically asking the man most protective of his sweet perfect, better copy of him but female, to make her do every depraved thing he had done to any woman he had ever been with.

Daddy's words neither made me cum as I knees wobbled a few paces ahead with my sisters.

"You look like healthy stock and I know your father, sure, have a walk with Ms Hope there" he said looking at the boy like an old riverboat gambler willing to kill him as quick as let him between his daughters legs, so he better be sure his intentions are honorable.

"Your intentions are honorable now son, aren't they?" Daddy said, his words echoing in my ears as Walker Dunam the second was the first man to kiss me between my legs and bring me to orgasm. Daddy had a keen eye for people. He also had a keen eye for animals in general. His thoroughbred horses were always winning at the races and I had spent more time than a young lady should watching horses fuck.

So many memories, so little time as the look on Betsy's face said everything and nothing as she was having a hard time understanding.

"We are free? What does that mean Ms Hope?" the beautiful girl asked as her face was wet from dears. Her accent was illiterate and slow but somehow primal.

"I think we will answer a lot of your questions at dinner tonight." I said with a comforting smile. For twenty three years of age I was getting good at lying. My eyes could not help but admire her creamy brown skin, smooth and soft and covering an amazing body, that was made for sex. Betsy liked sex too, especially with Toby. She wore a light brown simple dress for house and kitchen work.

"Come here" I said as I opened my arms and bent down pulling the smaller woman against me. I nuzzled against her braided hair and ear.

"It's gonna be alright Betsy" I sigh as I feel her breasts pushed openly and innocently into me. My hand slides down the back of her coarse garment to the upward curve of the top of her ass. I pull her tight and hold her rocking, extremely turned on.

She finally broke the hug that had become awkward in the entry hall. I saw Betsy now frail and afraid and I pitied the girl I had been jealous of since she was born.

My half sister took the best of her parents, her mother's smoking hot body and charisma and my father's intelligence. But she was a single black woman in Louisiana with a penny and only her body and her wits to keep her alive.

I took her hand and said " I need to talk to you" and led her upstairs to my bed room. We sat on the veranda and I explained what was happening.

 

[Homerun2611]

I was standing naked in my study, about to get ready. I had just pulled down the long, black velvet hooded robes the men would be wearing, and the red satin hooded robes the women would wear. Those and the masks would be all the attire anyone had on, as they enjoyed their dinner and then headed into the ballroom for the various erotic exchanges and pairings that would take place as the robes were discarded and the dancing was quickly replaced by the fucking.

I didn't hear her, until her thick beautiful lips kissed my back and her knowledgeable hand reached around me to arouse my cock from it slumber a task easily accomplished. "I am looking forward to the party tonight it has been a while and what a perfect way to close Shallow Loch. I will speak with miss Mary, but I think she will gladly play the role of the virgin. However, I hope you plan to save at least one 'dance' for Betsy Sir, if I may be so bold. If we are closing down this old house, we need to say goodbye the right way."

I turned and kissed her. "Of course....I hoped you would feel that way." Betsy was gorgeous, her perfect ebony body. "You are free Betsy, you know that right, but that doesn't mean you have to leave us...just that we all need to leave here."

I had known this day would come, I had envisioned it long ago and prepared, not just for Hope, Miriam, Mary and their father bur for the servants as well. "If you want to go, you can, I have a bit of money for you and you can take any remnants you want from here, but I think you know the uncertainty that awaits...particularly for a woman as beautiful as you."

I had never complimented Marcy, Betsy, for that matter even my beautiful nieces that often. I let my actions and obvious desires reflect the high regard I not only held their physical forms in, but the women inside as well. "You have served my brother, our parents and the girls well, but more than that, more than anyone you have been my partner, both in my bed and in running this place, you and big Jim. You and I have had a special bond, you are the closest thing to a true mate as I am ever likely to have I will never be able to thank you enough. I will make sure you have money to care for yourself and our children, but I cannot guarantee yours or their safety, if you leave my protection. I am hoping you don't want to leave though, but instead be in my employ? I don't know exactly what yet, but I can promise you significant responsibility, good wages, and the ability to continue the fringe benefits of your relationships with me and the rest of the family if you so choose to do so!"

She stood there, still in her simple dress, looking into my eyes, stroking my large cock in both hands as she had so many times before. Marcy, Betsy, none of the women had ever felt the sting of a whip, or any harsh treatment, and she was grateful. But as she stood there holding me, stroking me, there was much more than gratitude. "Mr. Charles, you know I don't want to leave. I know what would happen to me, a black woman on the road, falling into the hands of the northern troops or carpet baggers, no thank you. Besides...."

I looked down at her, she knew of my exploits and enjoyment of the sisters, and Betsy. She and I were different, technically we were cousins, despite the fact that she was 5 years my junior, my uncle had sired her with Gloria the most beautiful of the slaves owned by my grandfather. However while James had his wife, more than anyone I had Marcy. No strings, no commitments, as I don't think either of us desired that, but Lord we had some fun, as she did with the girls she tended, and Big Jim.

She continued, "...who else knows how to throw the types of parties you and Mr. James enjoy, or how to settle Big Jim on those few occasions his dander is up." She licked her lips at the quality and variety of cock and pussy her current positioned availed. She went to her knees, and finished me, soothed me, and sealed our deal with the enthusiastic swallowing of my cum. "I'll go get the ladies ready, but sir, I think we should let little Mary just be one of the regular girls, I believe she will have more than enough to handle as will we all. I think you'll like the mask I have chosen, and remember you owe Marcy that dance!"

I nodded at her suggestion, I almost never doubted her insight and counsel into the girls. With that I looked up and out the window and saw my brother slowly riding up the entry. "Thank you Marcy, and please be quick with tending to the girls, I don't want them to see their surprise until later, when we have a long lost guest join the party!"

 

[wickedpen]

That afternoon Hope and Miriam laid about the bedroom suites as the sun baked the dead cotton having been picked. They spent many days like this, drifting from one room to the other hoping to find something interesting. Most days spent laying naked side by side helping each other satisfy their genetic tick, libido.

To day brought a special urgency and a new coming in Mary who was now of age and able to learn the family history and business.

"Full circle Hope" Miriam said angrily.

"Not at all" I said as I looked at my sister in her dress, with Marcy checking it's fit and any needed last minute alterations.

"We are no, this is totally different." I said not wanting to believe what she was saying.

"Just like Grandma, back fucking for money" Miriam said as she picked up the wine glass she had filled and emptied twice already and hardly noon.

"What is she talking about Hope?" Mary asked nervously.

"Well there is a rumor that before grandma and grandpa hooked up he did not meet her at a church social but at a whore house in Natches." I said watching Mary as she listened.

"Ready to sell that newly opened cunt?" Miriam said pouring her glass full again.

"You need to stop." I said firmly to Miriam. She cowered as usual.

"Doesn't sound so bad" Mary said with a smile as a joke.

"Well I know you are my sister now." I said as I stepped in front of her and took her hands. She was so young and pretty. She stepped forward awkwardly and kissed me. I did not want to stop her as she was a sweet girl so I kissed her.. Her tongue slid tentatively into my mouth. Her hand came quickly to my breast through my night gown. My nipple was hard before her fingers could find it.

"Oh my" I said stepping back as I was quite taken away by this little one's energy.

"Don't stop Hope. I can make you feel good" Mary said chasing me back to the chair where I fell back and she straddled my legs and sat on my lap facing me. She kissed me again and I felt like she was a man forcing himself but she was a woman and god it felt good.

"Suck her clit, she loves it!" Miriam said as he got up and took her glass and nearly empty wine bottle and stumbled back to her room.

"Don't want to watch?" I managed as Mary was now licking my bare inner thigh on her way to.

"OH GOD!"

 

[Homerun2611]

Mary had both delighted and surprised hope with her acclimation into womanhood. It was one thing to suck off Uncle Charles in her birthday ritual, he took what he wanted and made sure a woman delivered to his needs, it was a crash course in cocksucking, but it served its purpose as it opened a woman to the pleasure she derived as well from servicing their man. Or again, joining in as Uncle Charles played his games with the girls, lining up his fillies and fucking and sodomizing them to their combined ecstacy!

No, to show an appreciation to pleasure a woman, give high quality head, well young Mary had earned her oldest sister's respect and would now be welcome into the full joys of McCook sisterhood, a most intimate and gratifying sorority. Young Mary, had been tender and attentive, running her fingers slowly up and down tender folds, licking softly and sweetly before ever sliding her hand out to slowly build the arousal in Hope's sensitive clit. She had combined her machinations with just the perfect amount of moaning to create a nice little purr to please her sister's kitty. She was slow but steady, constantly turning up the heat ever so gradually perfectly, such that when she began her full attack, tongue flicking, mouth sucking on the now swollen clit, while three fingers fucked her deep and hard, Hope spread her legs and drove her wanton crotch up into the mouth of her dear young sister. "Oh Mary...Fuck you're good...how did you know...aren't I your first...how can you eat pussy like that?" As Marcy had walked by toward Mariam's room she only smiled. "Not exactly her first, just her first white woman," Marcy smiled, her young student had learned well.

Marcy walked into Miriam's room and saw her looking sullen, quite a bit different than her other two sisters. "What has you so concerned? Unlike these other fools who are just waiting for the Northern Soldiers to come and lay waste to all they own and are, your Daddy and your Uncle have made plans." Suddenly hope and Mary stood in the doorway, naked as two jay birds, Mary wiping her mouth while Miss Hope stood on wobbly legs at best.

Marcy turned smiling, "Did you enjoy yourselves?" She looked at Mary who winked back at her mentor. Hope had heard Marcy's statement, "How long did Uncle Charles and Daddy prepare?" Marcy smiled, "you didn't know? Your father has traveled Noth for two years before the war with gold that he has deposited in banks in the North and the South, your Uncle as well. They have plans and those plans will benefit all of us, but we need to continue to inspire them."

Marcy laid out the desires their Uncle wanted for this final night, a final celebration of decadence, a tradition that went back to their grandparents. You ladies need to be cleansed and perfumed, the men want to be served, and deserved to be." She looked at the young and petulant group, but who would now perform in the most grand tradition of Southern woman, a responsibility they knew well. Betsy was brought to join them and Marcy oversaw the cleaning, preening and perfuming of all, including herself. She brought out the white silk capes, and the carnival masques, and fitted the women. She fed them so they would be strong to withstand the nights decadence.

Under the robes the women were naked, shaved and lightly oiled. They were soft, smoothe, and ready to be enjoyed. She paraded them into the ballroom, the chairs and sofas carefully arranged. The women's bodies were draped, and as they came in they saw the four hooded men, also adorned in masks. Four? Charles and who? Marcy had told the women their job was to stand ramrod straight, their bodies draped until she indicated otherwise. Only Marcy and three of the four men had been through this spectacle before.

Marcy untied her cloak and let it fall from her shoulders and puddle to the ground, as she moved to the man on the the far left, she pushed the cape back to expose the glorious, naked body of Buck. She brought her hands down to cup his balls and cock and worked it to its full length, an ebony masterpiece aimed directly at the young women. She repeated the exercise next for Jim, and then Charles. The mystery was the last man, and when Marcy whisked his cape back, it was Hope who knew that flaccid cock, that chiseled body more than anyone. "Daddy..." she softly gasped, and Marcy turned and smiled as she too brought his magnificent cock to full rigidity.

Marcy turned, the girls knew the order, Hope as the oldest would move forward first, then by age, Miriam, Mary, and finally beautiful young Betsy, the unique combination of Sisters and Step Sister's ready. "Ladies, there is one fine collection of manhood here, men who will take care and protect us over these next hard days...tonight is our night to show our appreciation!"

 

[wickedpen]

I never thought I would see Daddy again and here he was and I could show him my love directly. I stepped to him in his chair and knelt before him. I pushed his legs apart and his cock was like a rock. He moaned quietly as I wrapped my hand around it.

"Quickly" he said softly and I understood. I got up and straddled him and sank on his magnificent paternal shaft. "OH GOD DADDY!" I cried with the emotion and now impaling of myself on him and his hands tossing me up and down his shaft for five or seven strokes before he jerked like he was hit by lightneing and came inside me. I hugged him and let him finish as he gasped, clearly not having been with a woman since leaving possibly.

"Welcome home daddy" I whispered in his ear and rose off his cock and returned to the girls.

Miriam stepped up and paused then went to Buck. It had the feeling of a fight more than a sexual service. But with Miriam everything kinda was. Buck lasted significantly longer and Miriam was delirious as Charles and Jim sat silent and motionless awaiting their pleasure.

Mary was next and she wasted no time going to Jim, but not exactly embracing the beast cock we all loved so much. Charles called "stop" and all hell broke lose.

 

[Homerun2611]

The road home had been hell. I was part of the shredded South Carolina regiment and as Sherman marched took Atlanta you could say I deserted, that all of us who somehow survived did, but no court would convict us. We had been beaten and surrendered, and getting back home and salvagine anything before the Union trips rolled through was all anyone was concerned about.

Charles and I had been talking and between the two of us, we had done an incredible job of liquidating our holdings, other than the slaves, and we had agreed on who we would hire and leaving the rest whatever was left of Shady Loch for them to trade for share cropping opportunites.

Seeing Charles an hour ago had been bitter sweet. My strong younger brother had given his leg to the Confederacy, and I had given more of my soul than I wanted to admit. "How are they, have you done as I asked?" Charles and I shared everything, and his smile let me know our last night at the mansion would go as I had requested. My sweet Hope, Miriam, Mary...Marcy and Betsy, how I had dreampt of each, and now I needed to feed of the fruit of mine and my brother's loins, along with Marcy, the baby mama to both Charles and I...again we shared everything, and tonight would be no exception.

As the girls walked in the tent in my robe was palpable, and when Marcy slid my cape from my shoulders I knew my eldest daughter would know in a moment, Daddy was home! Her body was as soft, and sweet as I remembered. Like her initiation at 18 or the night I took her maidenhood.

How my cock had missed my lovely daughter, her sister Miriam as well, and now that Mary, Charles daughter with my dear dead wife, was 18, it was all the better. There had never been a cross word exchanged when my brother got my wife pregnant, that very night I had been with her best friend and her daughter. We were civilized men with lusty needs, how could I condemn my own brother for simply enjoying exactly what I would have if circumstances were reversed.

What a tasty little flower young Mary had bloomed to be while I was gone, and I would soon taste of her nectar, exactly as my brother would expect. Then there were the ebony beauties, Marcy with the body still perfect but the knowledge and talents of the most experienced courtesan. Last my youngest daughter Betsy, I could see how she looked at my brother and thought once we all got to the city, they might enjoy a relationship, not unlike my father's old friend Thomas Jefferson.

When the festivities began, Hope did not disappoint, as the eldest she made her selection and soon my long neglected sword was back in the sheath it had most coveted. She was strong, bold and beautiful as she mounted and impaled herself on me. It wouldn't take long, she understood her Daddy had not been satisfied in a long time...but I would come back and the next time would be long, hard and satisfying! "OH GOD DADDY!" I was gripping my sexy daughter's fine ass, and driving her body up and down on me, using her, like a handkerchief I used to masturbate in the officer's quarters. "Yes my darling, but Daddy needs it now...I will make it up...but you undestand..." It was even faster than I feared, and my legs tensed and I damn near blasted her off my cannon as it took its long needed shot! "Thank you baby girl you have no idea..." But she did and all I get back was her soft, sweet, submissive, "Welcome home daddy."

Then next played out differently than I expected, but admittedly this was only round one and these girls should be enjoyed by all as the bourbon was refilled and the candles dimmed. But as Miriam went to Buck and then Mary to Jim, I looked at Marcy who nodded and smiled. I thought my brother knew too, this was no coincidence, no, a special request had been made. "Stop", Charles screamed, thinking he was being dismissed and unappreciated. I laughed, "Don't you see brother, I believe a most beautiful lady has made a special request of her sisters."

Betsy was gorgeous as she moved across the ballroom floor, Her skin a deep caramel, the soft pink lips of her glistening pussy a breathtaking contrast, her figure something that seemed more goddess than human, her eyes a unique green, her features perfect. "Are you not pleased Uncle Charles, if you only knew what I had to offer to them for me to be your first tonight...I am coming to New Orleans because of you...show me I made the right decision!"