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 he’p it, Miss Abigail, you so pretty an’ all.”

	“What you mean, pretty, girl?  I’m on’y thirteen, and I got a’most 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 
he’p 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 
mammy’s 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 mammy’s in the quarter, too.

	Keppi’s 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 Keppi’s 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 couldn’t 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 me…help me…oh, please, help me. I need…I 
need…SOMETHING!

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

“I what?”

“Cummed, girl. Had a womanly ecstasy...They’s 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 Keppi’s 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, I’m sorry.  Don’ worry.  It’ll 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 Keppi’s body feel 
like?  Would it feel like a white body?  How would I know? I’d 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 didn’t have other duties in the house, and we 
found lots of time to be together.  At lunch I’d just say, “Esme, you send 
your Keppi up to me ‘bout three with some lemonade and some cold towels.”

And up she’d 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.  She’d get this lazy, sleepy look, and her 
scarf would slide sideways over one eye.  Then she’d billow out the front of 
her dress, sayin’ how hot it was, an’ all, and then she’d lift up the hem a 
little, and I’d know she wasn’t wearin’ nothin’ under her dress at all.  
‘Course none of the women slaves wore any underwear, ‘cept when they had 
their monthlies. Just wasn’t necessary or economical, daddy said.


	Anyway, Keppi would come in, and we’d have some lemonade, and she’d strip 
me naked and pat me with wet towels, and get me feelin’ REAL good.  Then 
she’s shuck out of her dress and lay down beside me and we’d start kissin’, 
and touching, and feeling, and we’d 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!  
You’re 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 me…You 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 Keppi’s 
escape, but George didn’t 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 girl’s 
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 George’s boots in her 
life. Old Mose always did that.

Well, I didn’t 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 hadn’t gone more than two steps before he’d stopped and was 
waiting, and looking.  When I hopped out of bed, of course, I didn’t 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 she’d 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, what’s goin’ on,” I finally asked.

“Oh, nuffin’” Keppi says breezily.

“Nothin’, my foot,” I said.  You seein’ that Bo, ain’cha?”

“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 he’p 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 Bo’d 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. “I’ll do ANYTHING.  Please don’ tell on me 
an’ Bo.  Get him kilt!  Sold down the river at least.  An’ me whipped too.

“You’d do ANYTHING?” I asked slyly.

Keppi sobered up right quick, like she knowed what I might be thinkin’. 
“Well, I’d 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 mos’ly dark up there. Cain’ see very much.”

“Well, we’ll just take a lantern.”

“Mose’d 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 he’d run, wouldn’ know who was sneakin’ up on him. But…Miss 
Abigail…what 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. I’ll 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, ma’am. How you?”

I just said, “Bo, y’all jus’ pay me no nevermind.  Pretend like I wa’nt here 
atall.”

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

“Bo, they’s 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 it…niggers anyway.”

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

And that’s 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 Keppi’s 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 Keppi’s 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 Bo’s face was one of anguish, and longing, and fear. 
“Hush, now, Bo. It’s a’right now honeylamb. You cain’ he’p it, an’ I cain’ 
h’ep 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 that’s 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. She’d just plain have to share Bo.

(to be continued, with any encouragement)

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