KEPPI (ff, Mf, Mff, slavery, interracial, first)
Copyright 2004
Fra Peter Abelard

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KEPPI
Somewhere in South Carolina, circa 1853

Keppi looked at me.  She shouldna, but she did. I knowed it was wrong, too, 
but I kinda couldn help a little giggle.

	Keppi!

	Yes, Miss? She says, all demure like, eyes lowered. What a faker!

	Keppi, you was lookin at me.

	Cain hardly hep it, Miss Abigail, you so pretty an all.

	What you mean, pretty, girl?  Im ony thirteen, and I got amost no 
womanly shape at all.

	Oh, Miss Abigail, you growin up right smart.  You got you some little 
titties, and you starting hair on your cooz, too!

	KEPPI  JOHNSON ! Shame on you, lookin at my cooz,. I giggled. Then the 
devil kinda took hold of me and I said, You got hair on your cooz, I 
betcha.

	 Course I do, Miss Abigail, I goin on sixteen! Keppi said proudly.

	Well, sixteen or not, girl, you shouldn be studyin on my body. Now come 
hep me get dressed, and no more of your sass.

I said this with more volume than conviction.  Secretly, it thrilled me that 
Keppi noticed me growing up.  She had been mine for as long as I can 
remember.  We grew up together, played together, even ate together in her 
mammys shanty.  Slept together too.    In the big house, of course, she 
slept on a pallet in the corner of my room, but sometimes, in the night, she 
would slip into my bed with me. When we was younger we shared a bed for 
afternoon naps sometimes at her mammys in the quarter, too.

	Keppis mammy, Esme,  is dark, dark; what we call a blue nigger, and she is 
tall, and lithe, and stately.  Keppi told me I must never tell, but her 
mammy said she was a African Princess. Keppi was warm chocolate brown 
herself. White man in the woodpile somewhere.







The first time Keppi kissed me on the lips I was totally shocked. Nigger 
slaves are NOT supposed to kiss their mistresses.  But the warmth of her 
body close to mine, the full softness of her lips, the depth of the look in 
her big brown eyes stopped my throat before I could cry out.

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Two weeks later:

Suddenly Keppis hand was at my sex, cupping, stroking. Insinuating brown 
fingers divided the lips of my cooz.  I felt the melting wetness begin.

	Keppi, NO! I gasped.

	You wet, Miss Abigail. You like it. Don you be tellin me no. And Keppi 
ran her long brown finger along the length of my slit, pokin in at the 
right place. Teasing me, making me hot and bothered.

Keppi lay on my bed beside me, stroking my sex, her pretty brown face inches 
above mine.

Keppi Johnson, I just purely give up, I said.

Good, was all she said, and lowered her big soft lips on mine. Then that 
nigger-girl stuck her tongue out and licked at my lips.  Then she pushed her 
tongue between my lips and I nearly fainted.  Her hand, all the while, was 
rubbing and flicking around on my cooz, and I began to feel feelings I had 
never felt before in my life.  Hot arrows of desire shot through my belly, 
and one particular point in my cooz began to feel like it was growing huge 
and sensitive, and needed to be touched, again and again.

Keppi seemed to know.  She flipped and flipped her finger under the little 
hood on my cooz, and I couldnt help but kiss her back and suck on her 
tongue, and writhe on her finger.

I finally felt a big rush of something, and then wave after wave of hot 
spasms swept through me.  My thighs were on fire.  I just plain NEEDED to 
open my legs and fit them around something. Clasp it to me. Pull it into me. 
  Fill me up.  Oh, Keppi, help mehelp meoh, please, help me. I needI 
needSOMETHING!

Keppi grinned, Damn, girl, you good!  You cummed right on my finger, right 
smart.

I what?

Cummed, girl. Had a womanly ecstasy...Theys other words for it too, but I 
like havin a womanly ecstasy myself.

Well, whatever it was, it sure felt good. But Keppi, you know you could get 
into a whole mess of trouble doin stuff like this.

A look of fear crossed Keppis pretty brown face. She lowered her eyes and 
said in a subdued voice, You gonna tell on me, Miss?

Well, I don hardly know, Keppi. I teased in a haughty manner. I may just 
have you horsewhipped for takin such liberties.

OH, MISS!

I could see I had gone too far.  The possibility of a horsewhipping was just 
too real to Keppi.  Too real to all the niggers on the plantation.

Oh, Keppi, Im sorry.  Don worry.  Itll be our little secret.  You can 
play with me, play with my body, jes as much as you wanna.

Keppi looked up and smiled. An you could play with my body, too, iffen you 
wanted.

KEPPI !, You want ME to play with your brown body? The idea really did 
shock me, but it teased me at the same time.  What would Keppis body feel 
like?  Would it feel like a white body?  How would I know? Id never felt a 
white body either, male or female.

Whatever it was, it felt good.  Keppi was soft and warm, and wet between the 
legs, and her skin felt like brown silk.


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Keppi and me pleasured each other for several months.  Whenever we could get 
away.  Whenever we could find time alone together.  Which, to tell the 
truth, wasn too hard, what with it bein hot summer, and everybody takin 
afternoon naps.

Since Keppi was mine, she didnt have other duties in the house, and we 
found lots of time to be together.  At lunch Id just say, Esme, you send 
your Keppi up to me bout three with some lemonade and some cold towels.

And up shed come, all sly and smiley.  Keppi wore a loose cotton dress that 
she could kinda push off one shoulder when she wanted, and it would slide 
down so the root of one breast was mounding out, almost to the nipple. I 
loved the way she looked then.  Shed get this lazy, sleepy look, and her 
scarf would slide sideways over one eye.  Then shed billow out the front of 
her dress, sayin how hot it was, an all, and then shed lift up the hem a 
little, and Id know she wasnt wearin nothin under her dress at all.  
Course none of the women slaves wore any underwear, cept when they had 
their monthlies. Just wasnt necessary or economical, daddy said.


	Anyway, Keppi would come in, and wed have some lemonade, and shed strip 
me naked and pat me with wet towels, and get me feelin REAL good.  Then 
shes shuck out of her dress and lay down beside me and wed start kissin, 
and touching, and feeling, and wed both have womanly ecstasies at least a 
dozen times, it seemed like.

Keppi was a medium built girl, with apple size titties that stood out right 
firm and smart. Pointy things that just about begged to be played with and 
suckled on.  And the hair under her arms and on her cooz was tight kinky 
curls, but not very heavy, so you could see lots of skin in between the 
curls, and her cooz lips showed out all plump and dark.  One thing that 
surprised me, though, was how pink and pretty she was inside her cooz.  The 
first time I opened her up with my fingers, I said, Oh, Keppi! Look!  
Youre pinker inside there than I am!

The first time I tasted her, she tasted like honeysuckle.  She said, I make 
a little nectar perfume, and I dab it on meYou want some?

 Why? I said, Do I taste bad?

Oh, no, Miss, says Keppi. I only meant, in case you wanted to try it.



So we spent the long hot summer when I was thirteen and growin up and Keppi 
was almost sixteen and teachin me how.

Only one time during that summer did we almost get caught makin love with 
each other.  One afternoon my older brother, George, who was nineteen, 
knocked on my door while Keppi and I was in bed.  Instead of waiting for me 
to answer, he just come right on in.  Keppi rolled off the bed on the other 
side and scooted under it. I grabbed the sheets and pulled them up around 
me, quick as I could.  I guess the flurry of bedclothes covered Keppis 
escape, but George didnt seem too flustered to catch me lying in bed with 
no clothes on.  I guess he got a glimpse of me, cause he said, all casual 
like,

My, you growin up Abby!

George Andrews, you git, I said.  What do you mean crashin into a girls 
bedroom like that?

Well, now, no need to get all worked up about it, sister, I just wanted to 
ask you have you seen Keppi? I want her to shine my boots.

Now, that was a outright lie.  Keppi never shined Georges boots in her 
life. Old Mose always did that.

Well, I didnt like to call him on his lie, on account of the current 
situation, what with Keppi right there under my bed, all naked, so I said, 
George, I think she went down to the quarter, she was feelin a might 
poorly.

George just stood there for a minute or two, then said huh and left my 
room, leaving the door wide open.  I bounced out of bed and went to shut it. 
  George hadnt gone more than two steps before hed stopped and was 
waiting, and looking.  When I hopped out of bed, of course, I didnt have 
nary a stitch on, and when I got to the door, George was grinning at me from 
the hallway.  He gave a low whistle, and said, Abby, girl, I do believe you 
ARE growing up!

I just growled, ouff, and slammed the door in his face.

Keppi crawled out from under the bed and we cuddled each other and giggled.

George must of heard somethin, though, even before he knocked, cause from 
that day forward he kept sniffin and insinuatin, and pokin around, like a 
ole hound dog. See what he could turn up. Which was plenty as you may hear.


Before George could do any mischief though, Keppi and I had another 
adventure, and a very dangerous one.

Keppi and I was lookin out my window one afternoon when we saw Bo workin 
in the field close to the house. Bo was a field hand who was big and broad, 
and pretty handsome, for a nigger. Darker than Keppi, his skin was all sleek 
and shiny with sweat as he hefted hundred pound bales onto the wagon as if 
they was nothin. Keppi kept starin and starin, and I couldn help lookin 
some myself.

That night Keppi came to me and asked could she spend the night at home, 
stead of with me. I said okay, but shed have to pleasure me double next 
day.  Keppi grinned and ducked out of my room into the night.

Well, bout two nights later, Keppi asked me the same thing, and then three 
nights after that, and then a couple nights later, yet again.

Keppi, whats goin on, I finally asked.

Oh, nuffin Keppi says breezily.

Nothin, my foot, I said.  You seein that Bo, aincha?

Oh, Miss Abigail, please don tell!

You gon get yourself in a family way, Keppi.  Then what you gon do?

Oh, Miss, I cain hardly hep myself.  Bo so big and beautiful.  And he 
sweet on me somethin fierce.

But, Keppi, you know my daddy don allow not populatin cept what he calls 
for.

I know, moaned Keppi.  Then she brightened.  Maybe you could talk to 
Massa, tell him what a good match me and Bod be. Tell him he get strong, 
healthy, pretty babies from us.

Now, how could I do that, Keppi? I ain supposed to know nothin bout that 
sort of thing.  I think I gotta tell my daddy you messin round.

OH, PLEASE, MISS, Keppi said. Ill do ANYTHING.  Please don tell on me 
an Bo.  Get him kilt!  Sold down the river at least.  An me whipped too.

Youd do ANYTHING? I asked slyly.

Keppi sobered up right quick, like she knowed what I might be thinkin. 
Well, Id do BOUT anything, she hedged.

You let me watch you and Bo? I asked.

Wa.girl, you got some mind on you.

Well? You gonna let me watch or you gonna make me tell?

Lawsy! What I gonn do?  How we goin arrange that little scene, Miss 
Abigail? Bo work the fields. He never in the house. You in the house, you 
never go in the fields.

Well, Miss Keppi Johnson, where YOU meet Bo, then?

Up in the horse barn. Keppi said in a small voice.

Well?

It mosly dark up there. Cain see very much.

Well, well just take a lantern.

Mosed see. He sleep in the barn. Plus, we in the hay.  Too much chance of 
fire, Miss Abigail.

Well, then, we just have to find another place.  How bout down by the 
creek, next full moon?

Keppi, bowed her head, and then looked up at me under her brows, Bo gotta 
know bout this?

course!

You couldn hide in the bushes, maybe?

Keppi, I wanna be right there. Maybe even touch if I like. sides, if I 
hid in the bushes and made a noise, Bo might jump me.

More like hed run, wouldn know who was sneakin up on him. ButMiss 
Abigailwhat you wan touch?  I knows it ain my sayso, but cain Bo be just 
mine? Please? I do fancy him so.

Well, to tell the truth, I hardly knowed what I wanted to touch. Myself, 
maybe. But I said, You go tell Bo.  Next Friday is a full moon.  Looks to 
be good weather for a while. Ill slip out the house after dark.  Meet you 
at the swimmin hole.

That the white swimmin hole? Keppi asked. We all get caught there, be 
major hell to pay. Better go to the slave pool. Big open area there, anyway. 
  Bushes all around.  Easier to disappear if trouble comes acallin.

Okay, then, the slave pool it is, I said with glee.


What surprised me was how shy Bo was.  He tugged his forehead and said 
Evenin, Miss Abigail, maam. How you?

I just said, Bo, yall jus pay me no nevermind.  Pretend like I want here 
atall.

Bo looked worried, eyes darting around, see could he spy out the trick of 
it.

Bo, theys nobody else here but me and Keppi. Nobody else comin neither.

Bo shook his head as if to clear it.  What you want with me, Miss Abigail?

Jus natural curiosity, Bo.  Wanna see how people do itniggers anyway.

Keppi jumped in, I tol you, Bo, she jes goin watch, see what we do.

And thats what happened.  Bo and Keppi fucked, buck and doe, and I watched. 
  Bo was a big boy, alright.  When he got his pants off, his male member 
looked WAY too big to fit into Keppis tight little cooz.  I know I could 
hardly get three fingers into her when we made love in the afternoons.  But 
Keppi spit on her hand, and rubbed her cooz, and reached for Bo.  She 
actually took ahold of his rod and guided it into herself.  The sight of 
little Keppi lyin under big ole Bo, with him holdin himself off her while 
she guided him into her as purely too much for me.  I had already lifted my 
skirts, and began providing a womanly ecstasy for myself with my fingers.  
I was positioned on the ground above Keppis head, so when Bo looked up as 
he entered Keppi, he looked straight up my white legs at my lightly furred 
cooz.  He groaned a mighty groan and sagged on Keppi.

Well, Keppi, of course, was just startin out, but it appeared that things 
were over with for Bo. She pushed him off her with disgust, but when she 
looked into his face she gathered him into her arms and cooed into his ear. 
The look Keppi saw on Bos face was one of anguish, and longing, and fear. 
Hush, now, Bo. Its aright now honeylamb. You cain hep it, an I cain 
hep it. It is what it is, chil. Everybody want what they cain have. So 
don you care one little bit.

Bo calmed some, and then said to Keppi, But you and Miss Abigail

Now you hush up, Bo Miller, said Keppi quickly.  And thats when I knowed 
that Keppi had told Bo about her and me. I thought about it some. Keppi, was 
getting what she shouldn have from both me and Bo.  She would have been 
whipped, or worse, for either one, but that didn stop her.  I had power 
over her, but she had power over me, too. She was takin what she wanted 
whether it was hers to take or not. From both me and Bo.

Well, two could play at that game. Shed just plain have to share Bo.

(to be continued, with any encouragement)

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