0 comments/ 58807 views/ 53 favorites Sharecropper's Daughter By: Jay626 Henry Childs watched an old rusty pickup drive down the dirt road that led to his house. The dust it kicked up blocked out everything behind it, as it came toward him. Henry knew who it was the minute he saw the old beater turn off the road heading to his house. It was March 1930 and it was planting season. Now that Henry was eighteen he was given more responsibility on the family farm. Keeping track of the supplies was now his responsibility. With lower cotton prices, Henry's father was forced to fire some field hands. Henry was forced to drop out of school three years prior to help work fulltime on the farm. Henry knew that this time of year, the colored sharecroppers came to his father to borrow money, buy tools, and seed for this year's cotton harvest. This year was no different than last year, as he stared at Willie Anderson getting out of his pickup. His daughter Rose stayed in the truck. He knew exactly what supplies he was getting and how much the cost was. Mr. Anderson was a fairly small framed man only a few inches above five feet with a farm hand's strength in his large arms. His pleasant and positive attitude always got Henry's father to smile. Although Mr. Anderson borrowed more money each year, his father continued to loan him more without question. This year was going to be no different since Henry heard that the weevil attacked his crop again. Henry saw Mr. Anderson a few times during the year. Mostly it was business that brought Mr. Anderson to Henry's father's farm. Although each time he came by, his daughter Rose came with him to help carry the supplies. Mr. Anderson gave a big smile as he spoke. "Is your Pa, here?" Henry smiled back and pointed to the stables. When Mr. Anderson saw his father moving around in the stables, he motioned over to his daughter Rose to get out of the truck. Rose slowly opened the door and walked over to her father. "Stay here, until I am done." Rose and Henry watched together as her father walked to the barn to talk with Henry's father. They both knew they were going to talk money, and it was not going to be an upbeat conversation. Rose was a year older than Henry, and known her since they were both very little. Wearing a head scarf her black hair was pushed back and covered, but her face clearly showed a healthy vibrant look. Henry always remembered her as an early developer in the chest department, even with her small five foot four frame. Henry noticed time has only added to his assessment of her bust size. Rose wore a used patchwork grey dress that was pushed out in the chest area due to her ample size. Her hips seemed to make a perfect shape. Even though Henry saw Rose everyday cut through the back field to walk her little brother to school, he never struck up any real conversation with her. It was always very short, but polite questions and answers. Henry did always manage to stop whatever he was doing to get a glance at her. He always thought she was a doll even though she was colored. It was when her father came to pickup supplies and drop off his share of the cotton that he got to see her close up. Henry motioned with his arm for Rose to follow him. "I can help you get your supplies ready." Rose nonchalantly nodded her head in compliance, and followed Henry to the supply barn where Henry worked. Henry opened the lock and pulled the double doors open. Once they were open he walked in, he grabbed a clip board that hung on the side. Henry read off the supplies that were being taken to the Anderson farm. When the list was finished he walked over to grab a wheel barrel. When he came back with the supplies, Rose looked quite upset. Henry wondered what upset her. He had to ask. "What's wrong?" Holding back tears as she spoke. "This is a quarters of what we normally get. I don'ts blame you for holding back, seeing in how much we owes you. I just am scares about next season." Since being put in charge of the supplies, Henry got accustomed to the power of holding someone else's debt. The sharecroppers had to borrow from him to get their supplies for the year. Henry also collected half of their crops just for using the land that belonged to his father. All of this gave him a little cocky attitude. With Rose almost in tears, the arrogant attitude became even stronger. Henry thought his father was wrong in lending such a large amount of supplies to a family that will not be able to pay it back. In his mind, he was doing a good job by giving the Anderson's less. With a slight grin on his face, Henry decided to get something he always wanted. "I can load some extra bags of seed and fertilizer without my Pa knowing." Rose's frown became a big smile, and she replied back with joy. "You'd do that just for me?" Henry knew he had power over her, and could get something from her. "I just want something from you is all." With a puzzled look Rose shot back. "What you want from me?" Henry fought back the evil grin, and to stayed composed. "I want you to see your tits." Rose looked ready to slap him. "You be a little pervert. I won't do dat." Feeling she would say no, Henry knew exactly what to respond with. "We both know that your fields won't make money this year. This is your only hope your family has to eat, and next year you will be off the field." Rose did not say a word as she undid the top straps of her dress. She reached back, and slipped the top part of her dress down to her stomach to reveal her brown skinned chest to Henry. He watched in utter disbelief as the first pair of breasts he'd ever seen popped out in front of him. Her chocolate breasts were large and hung just perfectly on her chest. Her breasts had small dark colored areolas with pointy nipples in the center of them. Henry's jaw dropped as Rose stood before him with her chest fully exposed to him. He had never seen a naked women before, and did not care if it was a colored girl. Her soft brown skin only made her breasts seem that much bigger to him. Henry's eyes could not be torn away as he stared at the first girl to be naked in front of him. He forgot about demanding to see all of her, and made no comment to Rose as she stopped her dress from falling down even further. Henry's excitement was short lived as he heard his father calling out. His daze was broken, and he called back. "Getting the supplies now!" Henry quickly loaded up Mr. Anderson's pickup, with the extra supplies. The whole time he was loading up the supplies he could see Rose watching him. Her expression of disgust never changed. The image of her topless made him smile in front of her, and only infuriated her more. It was five months later in October when Henry saw Rose again. She was walking her little brother through his back field. The colored school stared later than white schools and, he was happy to see her again. Every time he saw her, it brought back memories of her large boobs. The memory of her topless body helped him play with himself every night. When he tried to wave hello, she looked at him and kept walking. In the past she would at least wave back, now he just planned for next planting season. Henry enjoyed the farm life and the privacy it came with. One of the most enjoyable past times he did was race tractors. Henry knew that his friend William could never win, and bet his months' pay to prove it. Henry was allowed to use the old tractor whenever he wanted, just as long as he did not get it stuck anywhere. Since it was the old tractor breaking it was not the end of the world. Since Henry had so much money riding on this race, he was going to use his father's new tractor. Both him and William lined up on a make shift line in the field. A few friends were watching, as Henry and William argued about Henry using the newer tractor. As one of their friends moved his arms down to start the race, Henry shifted hard, and quickly took the lead. Henry was now clearly winning. Henry was so happy that he stood up, and turned around to gloat. The tractor hit something in the field, and threw Henry from the seat to the ground hard. Henry got up from his embarrassing fall to see Rose staring at him. She was by herself carrying some produce in a bag. She was only a few yards off, and he was certain she saw everything. Henry watched his friends run off, as they did not want to be around when his father came back. Henry walked around the front of the tractor to see the front wheel was flat, and bent inward. The fear of getting caught brought his whole world crashing down. If Rose squeals the beating he would take would be severe, not to mention the loss of job status. Knowing her anger at him for making her expose herself ruined any chance of her silence. As he walked to the barn to get the old tractor, he thought of the best lie his brain could think of. Saying that he was breaking up some hard clay and he hit something was his best option. Henry knew it was a terrible lie, but telling his father he was racing was out of the question. When he got back with the old tractor, he quickly set up a tow rope. Right before getting on the tractor his father pulled into the field with the pickup. With a feeling of hopelessness and fright Henry waited in fear. When his father got out of the pickup, his face showed no emotion of anger. "I told you to be careful of old stumps. I broke my first tractor on a stump in this same field when I was young." After pulling the tractor back to the barn, and getting everything put away, Henry sat down for supper. When his mother was putting the food on the plate he heard his father's account of what happened. "Sorry, we're late for supper. Willie's daughter Rose told me that Henry hit a stump. He needed help getting the tractor back in the barn." The rest of the supper, and the night was a blur. He could not figure out why Rose would lie for him. He thought she hated him. He remembered the look on her face when he asked her to reveal her tits. The anger she showed when he told her that she needed to do it to save her family's farm. The once proud ego he had of running the supply barn was taken down a notch by a colored girl who saved his skin from a sure lashing at his father's hands. The next planting season was at hand, and it was the same thing. Henry also was older, and now able to run the whole farm when his father was not around. This year, Henry was in charge of keeping track of cotton sales, and shares of cotton owed by each family. When Henry was adjusting the ledgers of how much the sharecroppers gave back he could see who was in debt the most. It came to no surprise that Mr. Anderson owed the most, but managed to pay back some past debt. It seemed the extra supplies helped out. When Mr. Anderson pulled up in his pickup, he saw that Rose was with him. She was even prettier close up. She wore the same work dress, with only a few alterations. It took a lot of willpower of Henry's not to look at her bosom, as she stepped out of the pickup. Mr. Anderson was just as joyful as ever. They both knew he had a good year, and that Henry's father was going to loan him even more supplies. Henry did not say a word to Rose about what happened, and quietly walked to the supply barn to get their supplies. When he opened the door, he could see she was following him close, and was as quiet as he was. When he grabbed the clip board he read off the supplies she was picking up. When he was done reading, Rose quietly nodded her head in agreement. As Henry loaded the supplies he felt the urge to thank her. He also decided to apologize for what happened last year too. "Thank you for not saying anything." Rose smiled at Henry and nodded her head in acceptance of his thank you. Henry was happy that her face did not show anger or disgust. In the back of his head, he still wanted to see more of her though. Her dress still pushed out from her boobs and her body was something that he desired to see. As he loaded supplies into the pickup, he put in a few extra bags of seed and fertilizer. When Henry put the tailgate up, Rose spoke up. "You didn't have to do that." Henry wanted to say he was sorry about last year, but just kept silent. He watched as Rose and her father drove off with the supplies. He just reminded himself how pretty her breasts looked the year before, and how she helped him out with her lie. The following week, Henry spotted Rose cutting through the back field as she walked her younger brother to school. After waiting for a half hour he saw her again walking back home. Instead of just waving to say hello, he motioned for her to come over to him. Rose seemed curious when she walked over, and greeted Henry. "Hello." With guilt in his heart, he wanted to repay her. Henry decided to give her something. Henry knew that chickens were always needed on a farm. Knowing their supply list had no chicken feed, he thought they ate their last one. Henry wanted to fix this problem for her. "Follow me, I have something for you." Henry walked into the barn, and waited for Rose to follow him. When she walked in, he closed the door behind her. "Wait here." When Henry returned he had five baby chicks in a small box. "Normally I would keep them, but I know you need them." Rose had a reserved look on her face when she saw Henry with the chicks. "Thank you, but I reckon you are wanting me to pull my dress down again?" With a humble look and demeanor, Henry replied back. "No, I just want you to have them. I'm powerful sorry I had you do that last year." With a smile on her face, she said, "I forgives you, and thanks for the chicks." Henry walked her out of the barn, and watched her walk off the field. As she walked away from his sight he no longer felt guilty about having her strip the year before. The weight of his guilt was lifted, and he went about his normal routine. Hearing about his father's trip to Charleston to help with his grandpa, made Henry feel more in control over the farm. He now was in control over everything, with no supervision. Henry knew that his mother had little knowledge of the family's business, and was more into social circles then farm life. The next day, Henry had to pickup groceries, and tools at the store. It was something he enjoyed because it meant he could drive there. Once in the store he spotted Rose looking at bolts of fabric. She did not see him, and he made no attempt to communicate with her. Instead he went to the pickup area in the back of the store and waited in line. By the time the old man in front of him was done with his order, he heard the store clerk in the front of the store say your credit is over extended. Henry looked over to see Rose put down some fabric she was going to buy and walk out embarrassed. Henry thought of helping her out, but she had left in a hurry. When Henry finished buying and loading his truck, he had added on the fabric she wanted. Henry waited for Rose to walk home after dropping her brother off at school the next day. When he saw her walking through the back field, he called her over again. This time Henry walked over to the barn and waited for her to come. Without fail Rose followed him to the barn. With a curious smile Rose called out. "Hello Mr. Childs. I heard your pa put you in charge." Henry waited for Rose to enter the barn before responding. "Please call me Henry." "Ok, Henry. My pa tole me that youse are gona ta run things til he gets back, and that he has ta bring this year's crop to you." "Until he returns, I have to do everything. But I have something for you." Cried Henry Henry walked over to an open box, and pulled out the fabric from the general store. "I saw you yesterday, and wanted you to have this." Rose stood there with a shocked and embarrassed look on her face. "I didn't know you saw that. I felt bad not being ables to buy it. Pa told me I hads to wait for end of the year afore buying anythin." Henry knew that sharecroppers bought very little goods during certain times of the year, or had to wager against the years crops to pay for it. "I just thought you needed it, and wanted you to have it." Rose held back tears as she replied. "I thanks you so much Henry, but I don't know I can pay it back this year." Henry smiled and almost laughed. "It's a gift; you don't have to pay it back." Rose looked up like she had just got a Christmas gift." I don't know whats ta say." Rose walked over to hug Henry, and give him a kiss on his cheek. Henry responded back with a gentle hug himself. Rose stepped back, and looked at the door of the barn to see if there was anybody there. When she saw that there was nobody in sight, she reached for her dress straps. Henry saw Rose reach for her dress, and knew at that moment she was going to give him something he desired more than anything else. Although he never forgot how beautiful her breasts were, he thought that he was wrong demanding to see them. He also knew that colored girls were off limits to whites. "You don't have to do that," cried Henry. Rose looked up as she continued to undo the last button on her dress. "I knows you wants to sees 'em. Ain't no body round but us. I sees you looking at 'em alls the time." Henry froze in place as Rose dropped the top part of her dress to reveal her soft brown breasts to him. In his mind they were the best sight he had ever seen. Her breasts seemed larger than last year, and hung free from any confinement. Henry's erection grew as his eyes fixated on her pointy dark brown nipples. Rose grinned in utter delight as Henry stood dumbfounded before her. "You can touch dems if you want, just be gentle." Henry staggered over to Rose and reached out to her chest. Her soft brown skin felt amazing in his hands. He slowly moved his up and around her bust. His hands gently caressed her tits, and made her nipples become hard. When his hands stopped on her nipples, he squeezed them gently. Rose's body seemed to quiver, and Henry took that as a sign he could squeeze a little harder. With his hands grouping her chest, Rose pulled Henry's head toward her. Henry allowed his head to be pushed towards Rose's black tits, and open his mouth to receive her nipple. It did not take long for him to start sucking on her dark erect nipple. Henry felt pain in his groin as his erection reached massive proportions. He did not expect to feel her hand reach down his pants. Within moments his penis was gripped by her hand. Not letting go from her nipple, Henry continue to suck, as her hand stoked his penis. The sound of the banging on the barn door startled both Rose and Henry. Before he could say anything, the sense of excitement was too much for him as his penis shot forth its load. Henry suddenly let go from Rose's tit, as she looked at him. They both froze in fright as Henry's mother called him in for lunch. Henry reached to fix his pants, and lost sight of Rose. When he went to make sure the barn door was closed he saw that she had fixed her dress, and was hiding in the barn. When he walked in the house, he turned towards the barn to see her slip out and head home. The next day Henry wanted to wait for Rose to pass by, but was preoccupied with getting a cotton order baled and stacked for shipment. When he noticed that he would not be able to see her, he hoped she would not think he was upset with her. Henry replayed the events in his head, and each time it lead to another erection. The only regret that he had was finishing while her hand was down his pants. After cleaning his pants, he had hoped that she didn't know that he finished on himself. The sound of the side barn door opening was silent enough not for Henry to hear. When the door closed Henry turned abruptly to see who had entered. When his head turned quickly, he saw Rose standing at the door looking at him. "Didn't means to give you a fright." She cried. Sharecropper's Daughter Henry smiled and replied. "Got caught up with business, I didn't think I was going to see you today." Rose walked over to him before she spoke. With her head looking around to see if anyone was listening or watching. "Real sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to touch you and all. Just got caught up is all." Henry tried to contain the smile as he replied back. "Please don't feel sorry. I liked it." Deep inside, he felt a nervous anxiety being around her. He knew it was wrong to mess with a colored girl, but it seemed so exciting to him. Just thinking about her voluptuous chocolate breasts brought his penis to attention. Now she was back, he knew she had no bad feelings towards him. The more she was around him, the more attraction he felt towards her. Rose smiled back at Henry, and walked within a foot from him. "If you wants to see me again Is show you. I wants you to, an I'll touch it." Almost stumbling backward, Henry nodded in acceptance. Words failed to form, and nothing was said. His whole body trembled in excitement. Almost to the point of fainting, Henry never let his eyes wander from her. A forbidden lust for this colored girl grew in him, and it was followed with an erection that begged for freedom. Rose gently guided him backwards to a small bale of cotton. When Henry's back of his foot hit the bale, she nudged him harder until he was sitting on it. Once Henry's legs gave way, and he was sitting, Rose moved back a foot to give him a full view of her body. Making quick work with the top buttons, Rose was ready to show Henry her body. Slowly she slid down the top of her dress until it rested at her waist. When she moved her arms away, her large black boobs was in full view for Henry. Rose stepped toward Henry and knelt down at his waist. Without saying a word she reached for his pants and started to unbutton his fly. Henry made no noise or sound, as his attention was clearly fixed on her brown melons that hung before him. With Henry distracted, Rose pulled his pants down in one quick motion. When she moved her eyes up to his groin she saw his six inch white prick spring free. Rose slowly took a hold of his pale white scrotum, which now held an excessive amount of man juice. "I haves never seen a white one before. I'll go slows so you won't go so soon." Henry said nothing as Rose worked her warm hand around his swollen balls. After a few moments of her massaging his testicles, she moved to his raging hard-on. With a slow and steady hand, Rose moved her hand on his throbbing shaft. Moved slowly at first to build up momentum she made sure her hand moved the full length of his prick. When her hand did move at a faster pace, her exposed brown tits bounced and swayed with the motion of her body. Henry could not hold back his pure enjoyment of having someone else stroke his manhood. Not only was the feeling unimaginable, the sight of a naked colored girl added to the pleasure. Trying to keep silent, as Rose jerked him off was too much for him. The moans escaped as her hand worked his erection. Rose looked up at him and smiled at her handy work. "Feels goods, don't it? I ken feel you liking it. I always wanted to sees a white thing finish. Friend Jennifer says it's better than anythings else." Henry wanted to say so much, but could only respond with a loud groan. Knowing the pleasure was too much for him to handle, he wanted to warn her that he was close to erupting. His only warning was a louder moan in which his body stiffened in preparation of a giant orgasm. Rose never slowed her pace, or loosened her grip. Hearing his moans, and seeing Henry's body tighten up she moved his white meat closer to her bare chest. It was only a few strokes later that Henry let loose a loud moan followed by a warm splash of sperm on her left breast. It was followed by a second and third spurt of warm white jizz. Not wanting it to end, Rose continued her strokes. She stopped only when her dark brown nipples were both covered with his warm white seed. Henry looked down too see Rose's brown bare chest glistening with his white cum. Thinking it was the worst thing he could ever do to a girl, he stood up immediately. He lifted her up by her arm just as fast. "I am soo, sorry! I never meant to do that. I didn't know it was going to be so much." Rose looked at Henry's sincere apologetic face, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "I wanted it to do thats." Henry looked dumbfounded. "You aren't mad?" Rose responded in kind. "I reckon that was your first time. Don't worries about the mess, I cleans it up when I gets home." As Rose walked to the door, Henry watched as she buttoned up her dress. Sighing once she removed her busty dark chest from his vision. She turned to him as she was leaving and waved goodbye. As she was halfway down the field, he forgot to ask her what she wanted in return for the hand job. Not knowing what to make of the situation, he just thought it was for the fabric he paid for. The next day, Henry was using the fork lift to load up bales of cotton. It had been awhile since he last looked at the time, and wasn't sure if he would see Rose today. He frequently looked over towards the back field to see if he spotted her. Each time he looked, he failed to see anyone. By the time he finished loading, he had given up on looking for her. Calling it a day, he just pulled the fork lift back into the barn. When he closed the big barn door to lock it, he heard his name called out from the back of the barn. He instantly recognized the voice, and called back out to Rose. She appeared in the back wearing a new dress from the fabric he bought her. Their eyes met, and she twirled around to show him the dress she made. Her head scarf was missing and her straight black hair was nicely done up. Henry moved closer towards her to see her under the large light that hung in the barn. When she was under the bright light he saw that her blue dress fitted perfectly, and accentuated her shape. Although her dress stopped her cleavage from showing, her bust still pushed out. It was evident that Rose had a great hourglass shape. "I finished dis dis morning, and hads to show it to you." Henry was beside himself in how pretty Rose looked in her new dress. His facial features gave away his opinion before he even spoke. "You look like a doll in it. I can't believe how great it looks on you." With a gleam in her eye, Rose walked over to Henry and put both hands on his chest. Looking him in the eyes she softly said. "If we're going to do dis again we has to hurry." Not knowing what her true intentions were, Henry inquired. "You don't have to, you don't owe me anything." A quick look of confusion sweep across her face as she cried back. "I know. I just wants to." Allowing himself to be pushed back into the same spot as yesterday, Henry spoke up again. "You mean you want to do it?" Rose waited for Henry to be sitting before she answered his dilemma. "I liked it ... and after yesterday, I knows you likes it more. If you don't wants to with a colored girl I understans " Henry quickly dismissed her worries. "I never wanted to see anyone as much as you. I just wished I asked your right and proper the first time." Not waiting for any other objections, Rose pulled her dress up to reveal her semi naked dark body. Not only was her brown breasts free from restraint, but her underwear was now in view to him for the first time. He could see how her underwear clung perfectly to her body. This was the closest view he had to a real fully nude women in his life. Henry's only reaction was now pressing against his pants. Rose walked over and knelt between Henry's legs. As she unbuttoned his fly, and started to pull down his pants revealing his semi erect white love tool. She reached for his shaft and slowly guided her hand up and down. Just as more blood started to flow into his erection, Rose spoke up. "Do you minds if I tries something different?" "Anything you want." Cried Henry. Before he could object, Rose put the length of his prick into her mouth. The intense pleasure of her warm wet mouth was like nothing he had ever experienced. Henry's jaw dropped, as he felt her plump lips go all the way down his shaft to his pubic hair, and then back again to the tip of his prick. The sensation on his manhood was almost too intense for him to handle. The sound of salvia slurping around his member each time Rose took it all the way in her mouth filled his ears. When Rose increased her speed, the spit drooled out the side of her mouth as she made sure to engulf his prick with a tight seal. Henry wanted the feeling to last, but knew he was ready to explode. The throbbing in his dick was almost unbearable. Not wanting to be disgusting and spurt in her mouth, Henry warned her. "It's going to happen." Rose did the unexpected in Henry's eyes, and continued slurping up and down on his prick. Thinking he was going to make her mad, Henry tried to hold back his sperm from filling her mouth. It was not until Rose's eyes met his, and he knew that she was going to take whatever came out of his cock. Rose gripped his shaft hard at the base, and started to jerk his dick, while she sucked even harder on the tip of his penis. All of Henry's control was lost and his white juice was now filling her mouth. Rose kept her lips sealed around his tip, while she continued to stoke ever last drop into her demanding mouth. Rose only pulled away, when she had her fill. As Rose pulled back, Henry's cock was limp, and hung in front of her. Thinking she was going to gag, or get sick, Henry questioned her. "Are you ok? I didn't know you were going to do that." Still topless on her knees Rose replied."I guesses you never hads that before." Not knowing if Rose meant it in a mean way, or she was making a honest assumption. Henry answered back. "I've never heard of it." Giggling back at Henry as he looked a little lost. "What else you never done? You still a virgy?" Henry wanted to act masculine and tough, but felt a calm of honesty wash over him. "You're the first person I have seen nude." Rose tried to contain her laughter, but her giggles continued. "I hears all the girls talk about how they're stuck on you. I bees in the store, and all I hear is about how you gonna marry them some day. I thinks you be needing an education, before anyone knows better." Just as Henry was going to ask, what she meant by education, she stood up. She sat next to him on the bale and pulled down her underwear all the way. Henry could not help but look over and she a dark patch of hair right between her legs. "You bests get down in front, so you can see." Seeing her smooth black legs parted was something Henry only imagined. Henry recalled countless times when he asked others his age what a women looked like underneath their clothes. Often times it came with sarcasm or wild fantasies. Now sitting before him was his first fully nude female. Henry dropped to his knees just as quickly as she asked. Watching intently, Rose lifted her legs further apart until her feet rested on the bale next to her butt. As she pulled apart her vaginal lips with one hand, she pointed with the other. "Here's where's you put your business in." As Rose pulled back her labia, Henry saw how her brown skin from her body faded into a pink pussy. Although her black hair covered her pubic region, almost all of her pink pussy was visible to him. Having never seen one before a flood of questions came to him. "Does it feel good when it's in you?" Without smirking or giggling, Rose replied. "If he is gentle, it feels good. If you wants to touch it, you ken." Slowly Henry moved his hand closer to his first female vagina. Holding two fingers out, he touched Rose's pink labia. Not content with a glancing touch, his fingers explored further inward until, he was almost entering her. Feeling Rose's body quiver when he came close, Henry moved his fingers around until he unknowing glanced her clit. When Rose let out a small moan, he knew he found what she liked. Needing no encouragement, Henry continued to rub her on the small nub on the top of her vagina. Seeing Rose squirm with her movement of his fingers, he decided to repay the favor she gave him. Knowing how good it felt when she used her mouth, doing the same to her seemed the right thing. Henry pulled back his hand, and replaced it with his mouth. Moving closer to her pink hole, an aroma came over him. The strange smell from her sex was not overpowering or pungent and didn't deter him. With his head deep between her legs, his tongue was able to flick her love button. The moment his tongue lapped across Rose's clit, a loud moan came forth. The more Henry used his mouth, and tongue the louder she became. It did not take long to feel her legs to tighten around his head holding him in place. Not pulling away or slowing down with his tongue, a gush of juice flowed out of her pink hole onto his face. With his face covered in girl cum, Henry felt Rose push him away from her. "You haves to stop. Ayes got to get home." Wondering if he did something wrong Henry cried out. "I didn't mean to hurt you." While bending over to pick up her dress and underwear, she called back. "Thats felt too good fer me to be mads at you. I jus has to head back tis all." With a lost feeling, Henry watched Rose get dressed in a hurry. Just as quick as her dress was on, she was gone. When Rose had finally left, Henry got up and got dressed. After a few last minute chores, he was inside eating supper. The whole time his head was filled with questions, and memories. Loading up the last of the cotton took all day. Since his father was not there to help, he had to work twice as hard. This extra work helped him not think about Rose though. When the work slowed down, Henry stared at his watch. He knew that Rose was not showing up. By the end of the day, he found himself on the porch hoping she would show. At the end, he just wanted to see a glimpse of her. The following week, Henry saw Rose's little brother walk to school alone, and come back alone. After a few weeks, Henry knew that Rose would be helping her father in the field, and would not be able to walk her brother to school. As his tools were spread out on the ground fixing a fence, the sound of a storm made him hurry. Running into the barn, the rain just missed soaking everything. With no work able to be done in the rain, tools had to be put away, and shutters closed. When the last of the preparations were completed, the small barn door opened. Henry turned to see if it had come loose, and was greeted with the sight of Rose completely soaked. Wearing her drab grey dress that now stuck to her wet body, Rose slowly walked to Henry. As she approached, she slowly pulled off her drenched head scarf, and let her hair out. Still not knowing what to make of the situation, Henry cautiously walked a few feet to her. When she was in speaking distance she cried out. "I wanted to comes ta see you, but Ma took ill. I cleans Miss Nancy's house afore I helps in the field now." With a grinning smile, I said "I thought you were mad." Rose continued walking towards Henry until she was only a foot from him. "I thoughts the same bout you. Came soon as it came down. I tol Pa I was heping Miss Nancy clean from a leaky roof." Henry thought about how the rain ruined a good work day in the field, but turned into an opportunity for him to see Rose. Now that she was here in front of him, he worried about getting her home safe. "I can drive you home without anyone seeing. I can also get you some food and dry clothes." Not waiting for a response, Henry headed into the house leaving Rose alone in the barn. It took about 15 minutes before Henry return with a plate of food covered with a towel and some of his spare clothes. With the heavy down pour, Henry looked just as wet as Rose. He rested the plate of food on a table, and handed her the towel. Henry left to go finish sealing the barn up ignoring his soggy clothes. Coming down from the loft, he saw that Rose was finished eating and getting undressed. Thinking he was at a comfortable level with her, he approached her just as she removed her dress. With her back towards him, he could see her not so slender backside. Henry remarked to himself how the rest of her body was slim and fit. When she turned around holding the clothes in her hand, she saw Henry staring right at her. "You peeping on me?" Rose said, with a smile on her face. Henry was not shy in admitting how pretty she looked to him. "I never could look away, you know that." Pausing before putting the fresh set of clothes on, she replied back. "I knows you be lookin all the time. Seeing how you all wet now, you should be letting me looks at you. " Without saying a word, Henry peeled off his wet shirt, and unbuckled his belt. Pausing for a moment to remove his boots, he slowly pulled down his wet pants with underwear. Lifting up from removing his pants, he could see Rose looking directly at his semi erect pecker dangling between his legs. "Now we're both nude as jay birds," remarked Henry. Rose looked down at Henry and let loose a small giggle. "It looks like it's waking up for me." Moving his hand to hide the growing erection between his legs, Henry replied."Sorry about that. Can't help it. I can look away if you want." Rose dropped the spare clothes on the ground where she was and walked right over to Henry. She put her hands over his muscled chest, and slowly moved them down to his now fully erect dick. Knelling before him, she gave his shaft a few strokes before slipping it into her waiting mouth. Rose did not stop until Henry's pubic hair was touching her nose. Looking down Henry saw that his whole member was in Rose's mouth, and her hands were now resting on his hips. With salvia dripping from the sides of her mouth, she slurped the length of his shaft. The sound was almost echoing, as she allowed her mouth to be used as a fuck hole. With the continual movement on his dick, the harder it became to hold back. She was only doing it for less than a few minutes, before Henry felt the sensed his orgasm. When the end was near, Rose sealed her plump lips around the head of his erection. While holding still, Rose allowed his sperm to naturally pump onto her tongue. When there was no more left, she removed her mouth and swallowed his white seed. Not wasting any time, Henry quickly lifted Rose up and laid her on the straw covered floor. Bending down as far as his body allowed, Henry put his face right in Rose's now wet snatch. With no fear of her girl juice from covering him, Henry's tongue lapped her slit. Starting with her pussy lips, his tongue moved about her pussy with great fury. Licking her clit made her moan uncontrollably, until his tongue darted in and out of her now open love hole. Rose gripped Henry's hair, and cried out as her body gushed fluid from her pussy. With no let up Henry continued to use his mouth to get Rose off. His attention went back to her love button, leaving her hole wanting more. His fingers moved into her entrance, to give it something to coat with love fluid. Feeling her body try to squirm free with each moan, Henry never gave up. The sounds of her receiving pleasure from his mouth revitalized his own libido. With a new life returning to his dick, Henry wanted more moans from her. Rose was almost panting, as her last moan finally rocked her body free from Henry's probing tongue. Henry sat up and gazed upon Rose shaking from her pleasure. When she did open her eyes she looked down to see Henry's prick hard again. Rose cried out. "You likes it as much as me." Still believing she wanted more, he put two fingers back into her sloppy hole. Rose barely was able to say. "No needs to help just me. You can put it in a little. Don't be putting all of it in. Just the tip, then let me do the rest." Sharecropper's Daughter Moving his fingers out, Henry nodded in agreement. He slid is body closer, and was now between her open legs. Rose reached out and took control over his manhood, and guided it into her wet hole. Henry knew he penetrated his first girl, when the head of his penis went in. The tight, wet feeling engulfed the head of his dick. Watching Rose use two fingers on her clit only caused his cock to pulse inside her. The urge to push the length of his member deep inside of her was almost too tempting. Henry stopped watching Rose furiously rub her clit to see the intensity in her eyes. When she looked back at him he saw the passion and lust in her eyes stare right back at him. The sheer sight of her in the mists of pleasure almost made him cum right there. Holding back was harder then he thought. The sensation of her other hand on his shaft cause him to look down at what she was doing. With her left hand Rose was now stroking his dick while keeping the head placed right at her love hole. "It feels so good to be in you like this." Exclaimed Henry Breathing heavily, Rose cried out. "You can't be keep it in for long. I can'ts have you putting your stuff in me." Letting Rose do all the work, Henry relaxed his body to enjoy being masturbated by Rose. The more she rubbed her clit the juice flowed onto his dick. When her pink hole squeezed his cock head that he knew he was ready. Making sure he did not blow his seed in her, he slowly pulled out of her. Rose quickly grabbed his manhood and stroked it until her pubic hair was covered in a white mess. Still rubbing her clit, an audible moan escaped her mouth as her body trembled with delight. Dropping Rose off in the pickup was trickier then he thought. The storm had let up enough for people to see him driving down a now muddy country road. Rose insisted Henry dropped her off almost a mile before her house so they would not be seen together. As she opened the door to leave, Rose leaned over and kissed him right on the lips. Before Henry could react and return the kiss, she was already closing the door and running towards her house. Waking up to the sound of light rain caused farmers to do repairs, and cleaning. For farmhands it was a day of no field work. Henry knew that rain would send most colored children to school instead of staying home to help in the field. The expectation of seeing Rose today raised his spirits, and his hormones. Making himself visible from the field was as easy as opening the large barn door and turning on the lights. The anticipation of seeing her again was numbing on his whole body. Henry wanted everything to be perfect for what could be a whole day encounter. Packing a lunch, some spare clothes, and a towel. With the house not more than a hundred feet away it seemed silly, but having his mother find out could be deadly. At his first sight of Rose walking her brother through a soggy field caused goose bumps to form on his arms. Not wanting to be seen as desperate, he acted busy working on the tractor. Within an hour, he saw Rose quickly walking towards the back of the barn. She was making sure the barn blocked the view of her walking from the house. Henry opened the smaller door, and closed the large barn door for more privacy. When the large door was closed, Rose was already closing the small door. "I knew you was waitings for me." Rose blurted out just as she started walking towards Henry. Taking control of the situation, Henry moved towards her quickly. Just as they were near, he took hold of her in a big loving embrace and lifted her up into his body. While in his clutches he openly kissed her soft lips. Getting no resistance, Henry let his tongue explore her mouth, while his hands roamed around her body. Henry continued his passionate kiss and continued to walk forwards deeper into the barn. The further the two moved into the barn the more privacy would be assured. When the empty stall opened the two of them fell into a pile of cotton scraps and hay. With Henry still on top of Rose, he finally broke from his long kiss. When Henry lifted up to look upon Rose, she was already unbuttoning his shirt. Not stopping her, he focused his own attention on her breasts. He started slowly touching them at first, until he was fully squeezing his first pair of tits. Feeling the soft, yet firmness of her breasts caused blood to flow into his prick. Wanting more, Henry pulled down the straps of her dress to reveal her naked chest. Placing his mouth on her perky dark nipple, he suckled like a newborn. Not being distracted by his clothes being removed, Henry continued his sucking. When his pants and underwear were pulled down, he just sucked and licked even harder. Rose grabbed his manhood with her firm hand and guided it near her sex. It was not long before Henry could feel the familiar sensation of het tight wet hole around the head of his dick. The swelling of his erection continued as the wetness of her opening tightened around it. Not paying attention Rose lifted her arms and pulled Henry towards her. It was then that he felt his shaft fully enter her. The warmth and wetness was euphoric as he had his entire cock inside of her. Releasing his mouth from her tit, Henry looked up at her in panic. He saw she was smiling with pleasure. "Shhh, it will be ok. You just have to pulls out is all." Rose whispered. Going slow at first, Henry pulled his dick out and reentered her slippery hole. With each thrust, and retraction her pussy hole seemed to want more. With harder thrusts, the more lubrication her vagina produced around his member. Henry took this as a sign to pump harder, as Rose's now had her legs wrapped around his waist. Henry's thrusts were now hard enough to hear his body slap against Rose's. Plunging his throbbing member in and out was causing more fluid to gush out of Rose then every before. Feeling her pussy clench around his dick made his sperm push up to his shaft. Worried about shooting his spunk into her, Henry slowed down his pace. "I am almost ready." Still holding on to Henry's waist with her legs, she now reached out to caress his face with her hands. With an almost angelic soft voice, Rose called out. "It's ok if you don't wants to pull out. I wants it in me. I needs you to finish inside of me." As his thrusts continued, Henry felt the point of no return pass. The swelling in his erection now was at critical mass, and sperm shot forth. The intense feeling of having his penis inside a pussy while coming; made Henry moan loudly. With his swollen manhood buried inside of Rose, it now pumped Henry's white seed deep in his colored lover. The moment his hot sperm hit her vaginal walls, Rose pulled Henry's face to hers. In a deep loving affectionate embrace, she probed his mouth deep with her tongue. The more white potent seed gushed in her, the harder she kissed her white lover. Henry continued to return Rose's loving kiss long after his erection died down. With his soft penis still lodged in her now dripping snatch, he held her tight. It seemed like minutes before his now limp manhood finally slipped out of her, and nested just at her entrance. It did not stop him from deeply kissing her, or caressing her large breasts. It was Rose that finally pushed Henry off of her and sat up on the sex soaked hay. "I am soo sorry. I dids not mean for that to happen. I don't knows what came over me. Please forgive me. I knows you can't be knocking up some colored girl," cried Rose. Henry could see tears forming in her eyes, as she pleaded for his forgiveness. Not knowing what she was upset about he replied in a soft tone to soothe her. "Sorry for what? That was incredible. I loved all of it. I will do it again if you want." In a sobbing voice Rose now had her face full of tears. Covering her breasts from his view, she answered back. "I should never had lets you do that to me. Is sorry for loving you the way I did" Henry defied her withdrawal and held her in a comforting hug. "Please let me love you. I don't want anyone else." Rose's cries only got louder, and she broke free from Henry. "You can't ... not with me! Please, you gots to find some white girl to be with!" Rose stormed off to the barn door, pulling up her dress up along the way. When she reached the door, she turned around to see Henry staring at her in disbelief. Still sobbing as she spoke, she cried out to him. "I knows you ken finds a pretty white girl to be with. You can't be falling for some colored farm girl." Grabbing his clothes and putting them on as fast as he could, Henry saw Rose running through the wet field towards her house. The sound of the rain drowned out his calls for her to come back. Out of breathe he walked back inside the barn, and threw all the tools on the bench to the ground in anger. Over the next few weeks, he saw Rose's a few times. She was still walking her brother to school, and to the market. When he did see her, she made no obvious gesture of hello to him. Henry wanted to rush out to her every time he saw her, but knew someone was watching. When he did watch her, he noticed how she would not even look in his direction. Right before winter Henry came in after doing repairs, he saw his mother on the phone sobbing. Pausing to listen in, Henry wondered what the bad news was. When he heard his father's voice on the other end he knew it was not good. The reaction his mother gave confirmed that something bad happened. When his mother hung up the phone she turned to him with tears forming in her eyes. "Grandpa had died today." Although he was not very close to his Grandfather, he did feel remorseful about his passing. "Are we going up to the funeral?" Wiping tears from her eyes, Henry's mother cried. "Pa wants you to help settle matters with the property, and the will." "What does that mean?" Henry replied looking confused. "You are going to leaving in the morning to help your Pa. I can mind the house, and farm. It might take a few weeks though." Henry assumed his family was doing ok in a bad time when most people were losing their shirts. Every time he turned on the radio news of a national crisis alarmed him. When he arrived in Charleston and saw the old family estate, everything he knew about his family was false. Henry's father made no mention, or made a big stink about the amount of property the family owned. Henry knew his parent's house in Georgia was large, and gigantic compared to other farmers. The house in Charleston made his parents house look like a shack though. During the reading of the will he found out how much property was really owned by the family. He also found out there was more than one house in the will. The main estate his father inherited was the six bedroom house in the city of Charleston which resided on 3 acres. The other house was only four bedrooms, but had an active 1200 acre farm. Henry watched how his father showed no emotion during any part of the funeral. Henry always knew the relationship between his father, and his grandpa was strained. It only got worse when his grandma died. His father never revealed what happened between him and his father, but he assumed it was somewhat solved the few months he spent with him before he died. When everything was settled, Henry helped his father box up and move his grandpa's unneeded stuff. Most of his grandpa's possessions were put in storage or sold. His father pulled down an old trunk from the master bedroom, which he loaded up to bring back to Georgia. When he asked what was in it, he was told it was personal. When his father was sleeping, he tried to get a closer look. Henry noticed it was marked C.S.A. From history class, he knew that was the Confederacy. The name under it said. S. Childs. After an hour tying to pick the lock, Henry gave up and went to bed. It took three weeks for the house to be cleaned out of old things. When it was all finished Henry's father told him that he intended to sell the larger farm near Charleston. The main family estate in the city was going to be turned into a bed and breakfast. Henry's father told him that he was going to run the farm in Georgia soon. Henry heard how his Ma was pestering his father into retiring from farm life, and moving to Charleston. The money from the South Carolina farm would pay off all outstanding debts, and help repair the Charleston house. There was still going to be money left over too. When Henry and his father returned home, he resumed the position he had before his father left. The less demanding job meant he had more time to himself. Henry also was shocked to hear that his mother had hired a housekeeper to help around the house. It was something she always wanted and could never afford. With the sale of the other farm, money was not a problem anymore. As Henry's mother looked for a housekeeper, she also inquired about a future wife for her only son. Henry's mother spoke to other mothers around the town, almost selling him to their daughters. It didn't take long for Henry to be set up with a eligible girl. Although Emily was a year older than Henry, she was only mildly attractive. Emily seemed more into Henry, than he was into her. In the back of his mind he always wanted her to be more fit and bigger in the chest. Emily came off as a gold digger to him, and avoided her when he could. Henry soon learned that Rose's mother was hired to be their housekeeper. Not saying a word about it to his mother, he secretly liked the idea. He imagined it would bring Rose around. Rose's mother worked just as hard as anybody else on the farm. Not only did she take care of all household work, she was on call at all hours of the day. By Christmas time, Henry thoughts drifted back to Rose. Knowing he could not visit her, but wanting her to know he thought about her. Giving her a gift in the open would draw unwanted attention and questions. The only way was for Rose to get the gift, without people knowing about it. Spending money was the easiest part of the problem. Since Henry rarely ever spent money, his savings had grown into considerable sum. Henry was cautious about people knowing how much he had saved, and where he stashed it. This secretive approach to money helped hide it from his parents. Henry picked out a expensive gold heart locket, and had it engraved, with "Never giving up on loving those we cannot have". While in the store he had it wrapped up and placed a note with it. Henry then brought the gift to the general store. Knowing Rose shopped here at the end of every week was important. Henry purchased the groceries needed for a Christmas dinner, and some chocolate in a brown bag. Making sure nobody was looking; he put the gift in the brown bag of chocolate. Then he placed all of it in a wooden crate for home delivery to his house. Henry then told Mr. Whitaker the grocer "Can you tell Mrs. Anderson that this needs to be carried back to the house. My Ma said she needs it right away, and that she can have the chocolate for Christmas to bring back to her family." Henry was pleased he pulled it off without people questioning what he did. He knew that Rose always helped delivery goods for her Ma. Once she read the note, she would have a Christmas dinner with a present. The start of the season brought the sharecroppers in to collect the years supplies, and make payments. Henry was all too excited to see if Rose would show up with her father. Her mother made no indication that her daughter would show or not show. Afraid to ask, Henry took his chances waiting. When he saw Mr. Anderson pull up in his truck with Rose in the passenger seat his heart skipped a beat. When Mr. Anderson rose and got out of the truck, Rose's younger brother climbed out the back of the truck. Henry was not expecting to see him so grown up, and present. Walking over to the supply barn, he wondered if he was going to even have a moment alone with her. Opening the barn door, he heard Rose bark out an order for her brother to load up. Thinking she was over him, and nothing was going to be said, Henry thought of something to say. When words failed to come to his mouth, Rose walked cautiously over to him. Watching her brother's every move, she sneaked closer to Henry. Deep in thought, Henry did not realize how close she was until she was standing right before him. In a hushed voice Rose whispered to Henry. "Nobody has ever given me something like that. I would have been happy with just the chocolates, and supper." Henry whispered back when Rose's brother had his back turned. "Meet me tonight by the old cabins." Nothing else was said in front of her brother, or father. Henry just waited for the day to end, and the night to approach. Since Rose never acknowledged showing up, the whole night could be a waste. Henry just sat outside near them praying she would show To his mother the old slave cabins were a sign of old wealth and power. To his father they meant something else. He never spoke about the past, nor how his family owned slaves. Henry always heard his mother brag about how Henry's father's family was powerful in the day, but she never did this in front of his Pa. Henry lost track of time, but he did finally see Rose skulk up on the old cabins. When she was close he motioned over to her, and walked inside the cabin furthest from the house. When she entered the cabin, he closed the old wooden door. The moon light shined through the gaps in the roof, and was the only light he had to see her. From the moment the door closed in the old cabin, Rose clutched onto Henry. With her arms firmly around him, she pressed her lips to his in an emotional embrace. With Rose's lips holding back words, Henry could feel his shirt being hastily unbuttoned. With his chest exposed, the buttons on his fly were next. It was not long before all of his clothes were at his feet. Standing stark naked Henry watched Rose step away from him, breaking her passionate kiss. In the dimly lit cabin, he watched every move she made while taking off her clothes. As more of her brown skin appeared with every discarded article of clothing blood flowed to his groin. When her dress hit the floor, his eyes fixated on her pronounced ebony breasts. Eagerness overtook him, and he lunged at her with devious desire. Picking her up and laying her down on her dress Henry latched his watering mouth on her dark nipple. Sucking hard, he quickly positioned himself between her open legs. While suckling hard, he felt Rose take control over his throbbing member. Taking her lead, he pressed his body closer. A smooth warm wet sensation engulfed his erection, as Rose guided into her entrance. The sudden shock of intense pleasure made Henry pour his heart out. "I won't stop loving you no matter who knows about us." With a mixture of emotion and pleasure Rose cooed back. "You can takes me any time." As Henry pushed his manhood deep until he felt her warm body against his. Rose grinded her hips slowly as her love canal was filled with Henry's white shaft. Needing the moment to last, Henry's thrusts were slow and steady. He made sure he completely buried his prick in her before pulling it back out. Holding her tight, his mouth met hers in a sloppy kiss. It was almost silent as Henry gently moved his hips up and down while kissing Rose. The tightness of her love muscles increased as their love making continued. Henry knew the pleasure Rose was getting as her slippery love fluid kept dripping out of her. The swelling of his dick told him he was ready to blow. His pace slowed down in hope it would delay his orgasm. Rose stopped kissing to speak, and moaned out. "I can feel you're ready. I wants to feel you fill me." Henry paused as he made sure Rose really did want him to finish. "I can pull it out, if you're scared." Rose looked deep in Henry's eyes, as she cried back. "I wants whatever you put in my belly."