...of all Possible Worlds - Chapter Twenty-Two
"How come you didn't get caught?" Tricia asked, staring at me.
"God, you're lucky!" Merry nodded, she was a plump girl and a little naïve. She was freeborn and not a slave at all, like a number of the kids at Hathaway High whose parents couldn't afford a private school.
"What do you guys mean?" I asked, sitting down for lunch. I'd noticed unhappily that Sarah and Venus hadn't come to school. Neither had Purdy or any of the other guys who'd been at that party.
"They're all getting rehabilitated. Didn't you see the news?" Henna, another freeborn girl wagged her nose at me. She was tall and thin, kind of pretty too, and we all figured some white man would snatch her up before too much longer.
"No." I shook my head. "I was kinda busy last night."
"They got arrested at that party," Tricia told me. "Those white people too. The news said they was abolitionists and Purdy was a runaway nigger. They was all runaways."
"They weren't runaways." I frowned at that. "Where'd you hear that?"
"It was on the news last night," Henna said.
"This morning too," Merry agreed, "I watched it while I was eating breakfast."
"They're going to rehabilitation, 'cept it was just the boys," Tricia told me. "They didn't show Sarah or Venus."
"Probably cause they're bedroom negras," Henna offered. "You don't never see any bedroom negras getting rehabilitated."
"Maybe they didn't get caught," I said, but that didn't make any sense. If they'd gotten away, my friends would have been at school and I knew the police had gotten them.
"They got caught," Merry said.
"They probably got them in jail," Tricia said. "Probably raping them all night long."
"Rape?" Merry swallowed hard. "You think they do that for real?"
"Course they do!" Tricia rolled her eyes. "That's why don't see any bedroom negras getting sent to rehabilitation."
"Yeah." Henna almost smiled. "They got their own rehabilitation right there in the police station, my cousin told me."
"Your cousin?" I wrinkled my nose at her.
"Yeah, I got a cousin and she got bought the day she turned sixteen," the girl said. "She run away too, like three days later. Ran back home."
"That's pretty stupid," I said. "That's the first place they're gonna look."
"Did they find her?" Merry asked, and Henna nodded.
"They took her in the basements and raped her for three days. Didn't let her sleep or eat or nothing. They just fucked her and beat her some."
"F-Fucked her?" Merry said the word like it was going to bite her.
"Fucked every way a girl can be fucked," Henna told us. "She was done after that and she didn't run away no more."
"What happened to her?" Tricia wondered.
"She was a runaway. She wasn't freeborn no more, so she's gonna be a slave for the rest of her life," Henna said. "Her master sold her to somebody down in Georgia I think, or Alabama maybe, I don't remember."
"You think that's what's happening to Sarah and Venus?" Merry asked nobody in particular.
"Oh yeah," Henna answered. "They're getting raped right now. I heard they got police who don't do nothin' but that anyway."
"So where were you at yesterday?" Tricia asked me, getting back to her original question and I didn't feel much like eating anymore.
"I was there and then I left." I shrugged. "I told Sarah and Venus to come with me, but they didn't."
"What did you leave for?" Merry asked me.
"Cause they were abolitionists, trying to get us to run away," I said. "The news wasn't lying, those people were bad."
"You're lucky you didn't get caught," Henna told me.
"No foolin!" Tricia grinned at me. "They wouldn't know what to do with you, Dani."
"I wonder how the police found out," Merry said, and I felt my stomach lurch. I was already cold, like damp all the way down to my soul.
"Shoot, they're the police," Henna said, seriously. "They know everything.
"You think they know you were there?" Tricia wondered, looking at me.
"They know," I said. "They come to my house yesterday."
"They come to your house?" Merry gasped.
"They were askin' me questions, but my Master was there and his lawyer too, and I didn't get in any trouble," I explained.
"You didn't get in no trouble?" Tricia stared at me. "Why'd that be? You tell them something good?"
"What?" I blinked at her, feeling like I was gonna throw up and now I was suddenly scared people were going to find out I'd turned in my friends.
"You left and then the police showed up?" Tricia stared at me hard.
"And they come to your house, but you didn't get it any trouble?" Henna shook her head like that didn't make any sense.
"What am I gonna be in trouble for?" I forced myself to be stronger than I felt. "I asked my Master if I could go and he said yes. Remember that, Tricia? I wasn't sneakin' out. I wasn't no runaway."
"I didn't say you was." She frowned at me.
"I know what you were saying and I don't care anyway," I said, fighting back some tears. "I told those girls to come with me. I told Purdy to get them out of there cause those white folks were breaking the law. If they'd come with me, wouldn't none of them be in jail or nothing."
"But how'd the police find out anyways…" Merry said.
"And where were you at?" I stared at Tricia. "You didn't show up at all, huh! What were you doing yesterday? How come you're so lucky?"
"I was busy." Tricia shrugged. "I couldn't get out of the house, my Master was with me."
"Heh!" Henna snorted and now she was looking at Tricia. I'd wanted to get the point off me and it worked, but I was dying inside.
I'd called the police and maybe my best friends were down in some dirty basement getting raped and beat up cause of me. They were just stupid negras and now they were in trouble. Sarah's Master would sell her for sure now, since he had that new Cuban girl anyway. Venus, her Master was her daddy, so I didn't know about her, but he wasn't going to be too happy about having a runaway slave on his hands. Once you were a runaway, you were a slave for life and a troublemaker too, so far as most people cared, most owners that is. One chance was all you got and if you spoiled it, they didn't ever trust a slave again.
If it got found out that I'd been the one to call the police, I wasn't ever going to be trusted by another black person, least not at my school where it counted right then, maybe other places too. I know Mercy and Lilah and Tom Henry didn't blame me for doing what I done, but the kids who'd known Sarah and Venus and Purdy? They'd blame me easy. Nobody was gonna care I turned in some abolitionists, they were Northerners and criminals, but friends were friends and I'd betrayed mine.
I spent the rest of my lunch puking in the girl's bathroom and wishing I'd never called the police at all.--------------------------------------------------------
"Gone be eatin' in the kitchen tonight," Mercy told me as soon as I came home after school.
She and Lilah were cooking and they must have been baking fresh bread or dinner rolls or something, cause that kitchen smelled good. The whole house smelled good and I smiled despite Mercy's news, looking over Lilah's shoulder as she cut up some carrots.
"How's that?" I asked, stealing a small carrot and crunching on it.
"Suh called and he got hisself a dinner date tonight, so we's be eatin' at six sharp," Mercy explained. "Sit yourself down, gone give you a little food. You's lookin' peaked."
"Dinner date, huh?" I shrugged and then frowned at Mercy as she put a hand on my forehead. "I'm fine, I just got a little sick earlier."
"Little sick?" She looked at me, sharply.
"My friends weren't at school today," I said. "Sarah and Venus."
"Them the ones went to that party?" she asked, fixing me a sandwich and I nodded.
"Yeah. Some of the girls at school said they were being raped probably," I sighed. "You think they do that? The police?"
"They men, ain't they?" Mercy asked. "You doan go worryin' bout them negras, they's built they own boat an now they's rowin' it."
"Yeah." I knew that. It wasn't my fault, not really. "But still, if I hadn't called the police…"
"And then they got caught anyways? Shoot, that be you all missin' and suh gone be hell to live with then." Mercy put a plate down in front of me. "You jest be glad you done the right thing. Eat some now, Lilah made that bread up fresh."
"You made the bread, Lilah?" I smiled at her and it was good bread, fresh and still warm.
"Yes ma'am," she said, returning my smile somewhat shyly.
"It's good." I nodded and I had big bite in my mouth. "How'd you sleep last night anyway?"
"Oh!" she gasped and then giggled, turning red.
"She doan get up til half past eight this mornin'! I's oughta give that girl a lickin'," Mercy complained. "Delilah on my bad side now."
"Walking a little tender too, I bet, huh!" I giggled at the fair skinned negra as she nodded.
"A bit, ma'am." Her eyes were bright and blue. "That Tom Henry, he sure does know how to sex a girl up some."
"Shush now an talk propah." Mercy rapped the girl's knuckles with a spoon.
"Just cause you ain't getting any, Mercy, don't mean the rest of us can't." I grinned at the old woman and she rolled her eyes at me.
"You's best be good too, girl. Ain't nothin' you gettin' I ain't already got no how." She shook her spoon at me.
What?" I stared at her. "You and Mr. Reiser? No way!" I laughed, knowing she hadn't meant that at all, just that she'd had her fair share of sex as a young woman, I was sure.
"Is you bout finished with them carrots, girl?" Mercy ignored me and I finished my sandwich while I watched them cook.
So, my Master had a dinner date. I figured it was with Miss Ingersoll, since she didn't seem like the sort of person to let anything she was interested in develop in its own sweet time. Maybe that was her debt, Mr. Reiser changing the wager from her being his bedroom negra to being his dinner guest. I could see that happening, but I wished I understood the woman a little better. She wasn't like anyone else I'd ever met and me being a boy beneath my skirt hadn't bothered her in the least. If she meant what she'd said about not coming between me and my Master, and us being friends, that would just about make her the best wife I might imagine for Mr. Reiser.
That made me nervous though, the way imagining something too good will. I'm sure there were things about her I wouldn't care for, but I didn't know right off what they might be. I didn't have a whole lot of experience with white women anyway, except the nuns who used to teach me at my old school. They didn't hardly count at all, for the obvious reasons. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little worried about Mr. Reiser's plan to find a wife though. I sure didn't want to end up living over the garage with the other slaves, or even in some apartment by myself, being his pet negra like I was in a gilded cage or something. I liked the house and I liked Mercy and Lilah, and now I even liked Tom Henry. I didn't want to leave.
"Hey, Tom Henry," I said, standing outside in the clothes I'd worn to school.
"Hey, Miss Danielle." Tom Henry was up on a ladder behind the house, fixing a gutter that had come loose during a spring storm.
"Did that Lilah treat you good last night?" I asked, twisting my hips in my short blue skirt, pushing my tits out a little through my yellow blouse just for him.
"Ahhhh…" He smiled and looked away, like there was something particularly interesting in the sky.
"Oh, don't you play coy with me, Tom Henry!" I giggled. "How was it?"
"Delilah was nice," he finally admitted. "And that little girl, she knows how."
"Knows how to…What, Tom Henry?" I bit my bottom lip. "What'd she do to you last night?"
"Nah, I ain't gonna kiss and tell." He laughed. "Now you know better than that, ma'am."
"Is that right?" I gave him a teasing look. "You know how to keep a secret?"
"I reckon I do," he said, going back to work on that gutter.
"After dinner, I'm gonna tell you my secret, Tom Henry," I promised him, and I could feel my girl cock swelling already.
"That a fact?" he said without looking at me. "What's a bedroom negra need a secret for?"
"You'll see!" I giggled. "I'm just giving you fair warning right now. I don't want you running off again."
"I ain't gonna be running." He glanced at me, giving me a real look so I could feel it. "No, ma'am, I ain't."
I grinned at that and wiggled my fingers at him as I turned around, but I knew he could be running later. He probably wasn't going to be expecting what I planned on showing him, but the boy had to find out sooner or later. If I did it right, if I got him all warmed up and ready for it, he wouldn't be going anywhere.--------------------------------------------------------
I did my homework in front of the television, not that I had a lot of it anyway. Unlike the private school I'd attended, the segregated Hathaway High had somewhat lower standards for its black students. Even so, however, the curriculum was standardized and so I was looking at the same text books I would have been anyplace else, it was just that I wasn't really expected to have to learn from it. The teachers would pass me whether I did the homework or not and so the responsibility fell squarely on my shoulders.
It was a good system, actually, because as I mentioned before, most of the students were at the school because they wanted to be, or their owners did anyway. A lot of those slaves were getting ready for college so they could work for their Masters and be productive. If they failed the slaves would be punished and probably sold, and who knows where they could end up then. I was just there to be social as much as learn from books; Mr. Reiser wanting me to learn about people more than anything else.
But I didn't mind the book learning so much. I wasn't stupid or anything and some of it was interesting. I liked history okay and that was what I was working on, writing a report about how President George Wallace had taken Cuba back in 1968 and then in 1981 President Stennis had made it the 17th Confederate State. The North had tried to blockade the island, since they had a base there and were friends with Fidel Castro, but we had a better navy and the North backed down quick and surrendered Guantanamo Bay without even a fight.
Castro put up a fight though and it took five years to wipe all the communists out. After that about two million Cubans became slaves right away, about a million more were deported to someplace in Africa, and the other four or five millions just lived like always did mostly, except they couldn't own land or anything. Most of the sugar cane and tobacco fields became plantations where the slaves worked and Havana became a city like Orleans with a lot of casinos and whore houses and all that stuff. The free Cubans were happy anyway, since they'd voted for statehood. I guess it must have really sucked being communist all those years. About half a million men volunteered to become the First Cuban Army and got sent to help our German allies fight in Russia against the Chinese, since there wasn't any Russians left by then.
After Cuba became a state, all the other places became territories, one after another. Haiti and the Dominican Republic, The Bahamas and Jamaica, even Puerto Rico, which is where the last real battle between the North and South was fought. Nobody called it a war though, it was just a police action, whatever that means, and we were freeing Puerto Rico from the Northern Aggressors, but not the Puerto Ricans. A lot of them got put on boats, big barges that were hauled up to Norfolk, and the refugees were sent across the border into the North. Those were mostly the old men and women, the undesirables like drug addicts and criminals. Most of the rest of them were supposed to be sterilized, like half of the Puerto Ricans, and they didn't like that idea.
Admiral Sanford Morgan, who was the military governor of Puerto Rico, had to put down a revolt that lasted almost three months and they called it "The Rape of San Juan" because that's pretty much what happened. The city got burned down and most of the people living there were killed. It was pretty crazy and even though Admiral Morgan was successful, he ended up court martialed and hanged, along with about a dozen other officers. It wasn't a glorious page in the Confederacy's history, but the government didn't try and cover it up neither and I was proud of that. Still, as I wrote my report, I decided it was the Puerto Ricans' fault anyway. I mean, yeah, Morgan screwed up and didn't control his men like he should have, but if those stupid Puerto Ricans hadn't revolted everything would have been fine. They pretty much deserved what they got, I thought.
Nowadays there weren't but a million left and they all worked growing coffee mostly, at least the men did. A lot of the women had been taken out of Puerto Rico and replaced with black women. They were paired up, here and there, like a nigger in Alabama would be mated with a Puerto Rican girl; a negra would find herself getting bred with a slave in Puerto Rico. After their baby was born into slavery, the parents would be sterilized and that way there wouldn't be any real Puerto Ricans left. There would just be slaves with Hispanic blood and since there were a lot more blacks than Puerto Ricans, eventually that bloodline would become so thin it would be like it never even existed.
Stupid Puerto Ricans.
I never did see anything on the television about my friends from school, but there was a bit on CNN, the Confederate News Network out of Atlanta, about the three abolitionists caught in Memphis. I saw Brent, Lance, and Mickey lined up against a cinderblock wall. They looked pretty beat up, all bruised and bloodied around the face and looking awfully unhappy. Mickey especially. She could barely stand up straight and her pussy looked pretty raw and swollen. None of them were wearing any clothes, of course, and I guessed the blonde girl from Harvard had been raped a few times herself.
They'd all confessed and been sentenced for their crimes. Now, the news people said, the three Northern Agitators were just waiting on their appeal. That was normal. A death sentence required an automatic appeal and that would take a few days probably, but I didn't doubt the outcome. Those three were guilty as sin and getting eactly what they deserved. The North had enough problems and they should have stayed up in Boston and helped their own country out, not come down to mine and tried to make trouble with their lies and fake promises. I hoped they were sorry now and wondered what was going to happen to Brent's fish after they hanged him.--------------------------------------------------------
It was almost six and our Master returned home, but just to take a quick shower and change his clothes before leaving to pick up Miss Ingersoll at her uncle's house.
"I'm going to get Tom Henry to sex me up some later," I told Mr. Reiser with a giggle.
"Sex you up?" He grinned at my reflection in the mirror as he dressed.
"That's Lilah. I like the way she talks."
"She's sweet," he said. "Are you getting along with her okay?"
"Yes sir." I nodded. "We're friends."
"Good." He smiled at that. "And you're going to break in Tom Henry tonight, huh?"
"He doesn't know about me." I laughed. "I figured Lilah would have said something about it by now."
"Maybe she did and the boy's just being polite."
"No!" I stuck my tongue out. "That nigger don't have a clue, but he's gonna soon enough."
"Well, you be nice to him. I ain't gonna listen to you begging for the whip again," my Master told me seriously. "If he's not interested, you don't force him."
"I won't," I said petulantly, like I was offended he'd even think such a thing.
"Good," Mr. Reiser agreed. "I need a tie."
"I'll get it. Let me pick." I hopped off the bed where I'd been laying. "So when are you gonna bed that boy, Master?"
"Hmmm…" Mr. Reiser was fixing his cuff links, gold and onyx.
"I know you want to, especially after last night," I said. "I ain't gonna be mad."
"Wouldn't matter if you were.," he said, chuckling.
"I know," I sighed and found an olive colored tie to go with his mustard suit. "Come to my bedroom when you get home…Pull your collar…There…"
"Your bedroom?" Mr. Reiser asked, keeping his chin high so I could fix his tie for him.
"Tom Henry will be there, both of us, be there waiting for you," I said softly, looking into my Master's blue eyes. "You take him tonight. I want to see it."
"Is that right?" he took a little breath. "You like that idea now?"
"Yes sir." I nodded and smoothed his tie. "Perfect."
"Like you, Dani." He smiled. "Give me a kiss now."
"Yes sir." I giggled and let my owner pull me against him and we were kissing sweetly when Lilah knocked on the open door.
"Excuse me, sir?" She smiled nervously. "Uh, ma'am…Dani, Mercy says it time for you to come to dinner."
"Oh, Mercy's calling me down?" I rolled my eyes. "Okay."
"Go on downstairs." Mr. Reiser gave my waist a gentle squeeze. "I'll come waking you up later."
"You'd better!" I gave him a quick kiss. "But I don't think I'm gonna be sleeping anyway."
"And you be nice to Tom Henry."
"I'm gonna fuck his brains out, Master," I whispered, giving him one more kiss just because I could.--------------------------------------------------------
"Now you ain't gonna be shy, are you Tom Henry?" I smiled at him from my bed.
I wore my old emerald green camisole and tap pants and it still fit me okay, at least the bottoms did. The top was a little tight around my full breasts, but that just made it perfect. I'd taken a bath and made myself up pretty just for him, shaving under my arms and around my cock and balls, putting sweet smelling lotion all over my soft black body. I'd washed my ass thoroughly too, my tight little boy pussy, and gotten it good and ready with some KY Jelly. I knew I was beautiful and sexy. The most beautiful woman the boy would ever know in any sense of the word, and waiting just for him.
"No ma'am." He stood in the open doorway licking his lips, taking me in from my red painted toes to my bright brown eyes.
"Ain't you ever been in a girl's bedroom before?" I teased, rubbing my thighs together slowly, being careful to hide my boy parts as I was already feeling aroused.
"Uh, not so much, Miss Danielle," he admitted. "No."
"It's just like any other bedroom," I said softly. "But a man oughta undress himself when he comes in. That'd be most proper, I think."
"Are you sure it's okay if we…"
"This here's my bedroom, Tom Henry." I giggled. "Our Master don't have any complaints about what goes on in here. You trust me on that."
"Alright." He nodded slowly.
"You need some help getting undressed?" I ran a long red fingernail around my right nipple as it pressed stiffly against the silk.
"No, ma'am. I don't," he said, smiling at me. "I'm just a little…nervous, is all."
"Nervous?" I laughed at that. "I watched you cockfighting last night, you got nothing to be nervous about. Big strong boy like you?" I sighed playfully. "I ain't gonna put up no fight anyways."
"I think I'd lose if you did." He chuckled. "You ain't no Delilah neither."
"No, I'm not," I agreed happily. "But I'm gonna sex you up some all the same, Tom Henry."
He undressed for me slowly, maybe teasing me with it just a little, and I watched his dark, smooth body closely as more and more of it was revealed. He was a fine looking boy, handsome in the face and built lean and masculine with just a touch of sensual grace that I found very appealing. Mr. Reiser hadn't bought him just so I'd have someone to talk to, or a boy to do the handiwork outside, Tom Henry was sexy and our Master would want to fuck him just as badly as I did right then.
I wondered if this wasn't Mr. Reiser's plan all along, to be patient and let me seduce the boy and introduce him to the sort of sex my Master enjoyed. The sort of sex only a man and a boy could share, because despite all the window dressing, my girlish looks and feminine charms, when it came down to the fucking, I was Mr. Reiser's boy. Tom was gonna be his boy too, once he got used to the idea. Our Master could have forced himself upon Tom, of course, but that would have brought Mr. Reiser no pleasure at all, not like if Tom was willing to let his Master make love to him. All I had to do was keep the boy from running.
"I'm gonna have to find out what they put in that cockfighting oil," I sighed, looking at Tom's semi-hard cock as he undressed completely. "How many times did you fuck Delilah last night?"
"Four times last night," Tom said, folding his clothes and smiling a little shyly. "Once more this morning."
"Five times?" I grinned at him. "I hope you saved some up for me."
"I've been saving up a while, ma'am." He shrugged and now he was all naked, his black body looking good enough to eat. I watched as cock began to swell right before my eyes.
"Saving it up, huh?" I pursed my lips. "You don't ever jerk yourself off or anything?"
"Uh, no ma'am." He shook his head. "I just try not to think about it too much."
"Sex?" I laughed. "That's all I ever think about. Let me see you touch yourself, go on, take yourself in your hand and get hard for me."
"I should close the door…" He glanced behind him.
"No, we'll leave that door wide open," I told him. "Master don't believe anything good ever come from a closed door."
"But Mercy…"
"She's gonna know if that door's closed or not. We ain't hiding anything from her." I grinned "Touch your cock for me now, I want to see it big."
"Big?" Tom smiled and he took his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly while I stared at him.
"Like last night," I nodded. "Like when you fucked that other boy in the ass. How'd that feel, Tom Henry? Taking Jericho like that? Taking that boy like he was a negra front of all those people?"
I'd warmed up inside and out and it was all I could do to keep from reaching between my own brown thighs to feel my aching boy cock under my fingers. I was hard and my penis was wet with precum already, and I had a difficult time keeping my legs together. I felt like a virgin on her wedding night, desperate to get that nigger between my thighs and deep inside my carefully prepared body.
"I don't know." Tom Henry shrugged. "I was hot for it, and it wasn't sex right then, it was just…"
"Wrestling?" I giggled and he nodded with a smile.
"Yes ma'am, just part of the match."
"If you could fuck him again, would you do it?" I wondered. "Would you put that boy on his knees and make him suck your big black cock?"
"Ummm…" He narrowed his eyes, but he was hard and rubbing his dick nicely while I played with my tits.
"You own that nigger now, Tom Henry, you know that?" I said, nodding and speaking the truth. "Every time that boy sees you, he knows you're the man who took him, beat him down and raped the pride out of him."
"I don't know about that."
"I do."
"Dani…" He smiled at me.
"You think I'm fooling with you, huh?" I smiled. "You'll see. You ain't gotta believe me. You'll find out for yourself. You like that idea too, don't you, Tom Henry?"
"I don't know, maybe."
"Your cock says you do." I lifted my eyebrows. "Your cock is hard as steel right now, remembering what happened last night."
"Yeah." He swallowed thickly.
"Come over here and let me feel it," I breathed. "Get on my bed now. I want to feel you close."
"Goddamn, you're about the prettiest negra I ever saw, girl," Tom Henry's voice was gentle as he lay down on his left side facing me.
"Do you like me?" I whispered. I had my hand down low, feeling that hard cock of his pulsing and rigid in my fist.
Tom Henry's cock was big too, like Mr. Reiser's, maybe even a bit bigger, and my fingers wouldn't go all the way around it. He was uncircumcised, like most slaves, I suppose. I enjoyed pulling his foreskin back and forth over the swollen glans, seeing it smooth and darkly pink with his arousal. Tom touched my breasts, playing with me through that emerald green top I wore, and his hands were strong and gentle.
"I like you just fine," the boy told me, and we were looking in each other's faces. "You make me wish I wasn't a slave at all."
"Is that right?" I giggled softly. "What would you be then, a white man? Have me for your own bedroom negra?"
"No, nothing like that." He rubbed my nipple with his thumb making me arch my back a little. "Just freeborn, enough so's I might have a woman like you someday."
"You got me right now," I told him. "Ain't that enough?"
"Not even close, Danielle." He looked so sincere and I felt his cock heavy in my hand, moving slightly all by itself with desire.
He kissed me softly and I kept my eyes open, watching the boy close his and I felt the tip of his tongue playing across and then between my lips until I parted them a moment later, inviting him inside my willing mouth. Tom Henry pressed his hand firmly to my left breast then, taking a handful and squeezing me hard so I moaned into his mouth, and his tongue was filling me up. I played my own against it and then sucked him, pursing my lips around that soft mouth muscle and hollowing my cheeks.
I felt those butterflies in my tummy, with wings of fire as they fluttered around looking for escape. My girl cock was burning up too, trapped between my thighs as I was being shy and hiding my secret away for the moment. I wanted Tom Henry to love me, to want me so much he wasn't going to care about anything else. I pressed my body against his hand and chased the boy's tongue into his mouth finally, exploring his wet warmth and stroking his cock slowly. I loved the way he was so large, thick and long and muscular. We kissed for a long while like that, taking our time and getting our bodies hot and damp with sticky sweat.
"Take this off for me," I told him, catching my breath and letting go of his cock so Tom Henry could pull my camisole off my body. It was just getting in the way now.
"Yeah…Let me see those titties," he whispered, and I giggled and then shivered and shook my long black hair free of the silk.
"Kiss them for me, kiss my nipples…Ummm…" I nodded and licked my lips, pulling the boy's mouth to my tits as we lay back down.
He took my left nipple into his mouth, holding my breast in his hand and massaging the firm brown flesh. He washed that long hard nub with his tongue and then sucked on it like a bit of chandy, closing his teeth around the base of my nipple tenderly, biting me softly so my hot breath caught in my throat. I reached for his cock again, sliding my hand along the length of him, nine inches of rock hard nigger penis just for me and then I felt his balls, big ones too, befitting a prick like that. They were the size of plums and firm in that soft hairy sack and I rolled his testes around in my fingers and I knew that even after fucking Delilah all night long the evening before, Tom Henry was still full of need.
"Yeah, the other one too…" I sighed, shifting a little to bring my right breast to the boy's lips and Tom Henry was making my tits burn with a fever, my long black nipples popping with pleasure.
It was getting to be about impossible to contain myself. I moved my hips and rubbed my thighs together around my trapped penis. It pushed through the leg of my loose tap pants and I finally gave up, sighing happily and holding Tom Henry's mouth on my breast, feeling him suckle and bite my nipple while I moved closer, lifting my left leg over his so my girl cock was free and close to his eager manhood. I pushed myself forward until I felt my cock against his and I pulled Tom Henry's penis to mine, working my hand blindly to hold us together, my smallish sex sliding wetly along his much larger shaft. We were both wet with precum and that felt so good, stroking myself off against the boy like that.
Tom Henry lifted his mouth against that curious sensation, possibly wondering what he was feeling. His cockhead slid along my penis, along the underside until the smooth blunt tip found my hairless sack, pressing against my balls and then below them so I could ride his hard shaft. He smiled into my eyes with some happy confusion and I didn't stop him when he looked down. I felt his whole body stiffen with surprise when he saw my girl cock pressed to his, my hand down there holding us together, stroking the both of us as one.
"What the hell…" He blinked, jerking slightly like he might get away, but I put my hand on the boy's hip, digging my fingers into him as I turned my face and pressed my lips to his.
"Don't…It's okay…It don't mean anything…" I whispered, pushing my burning nipples against his smooth chest.
I slipped my tongue between Tom Henry's lips once again and he was surrendering, giving in to me despite the boy parts between my long sexy legs. I was a woman everywhere else and I used that, pressing my female body against him, kissing him hard and after a few heartbeats of anxious hesitation, the boy responded. He began moving his tongue against mine and gave me a push with his hips, sliding his thick cock further between my thighs so my penis pressed against his flushed belly.
Tom Henry's hand went to my hip and then my back and then down to feel the silk of my shorts under his fingers as played with my ass. He gripped my firm butt and pulled me even harder, like we couldn't get close enough in our mutual lust, and we were both making soft muffled sounds, our humid breath mixing in that sultry kiss.
He pulled me over the top of him, Tom Henry rolling onto his back and I wasn't letting the boy go. I straddled his hips, keeping my mouth on his while I lifted myself, feeling for his cock and threading it easily through the bottom of those loose tap pants. I found my ready anus with the head of his manhood and held him steady as I pushed down with my hips, moving slightly this way and that until I felt Tom Henry's large cockhead insistent against my asshole. I groaned and winced slightly, lifting my mouth to drag cool air into my burning lungs as that huge cock split my greasy sphincter and stretched my anus with a sensation I'd long grown accustomed to enjoying.
I sank down upon him then, smiling into his face as Tom Henry's hands found my hips and he pulled at me, more than content with the hot tightness of my boy pussy swallowing his big penis. I pressed my hands to his chest then, my palms on his own small dark nipples and I was riding that boy like a woman should, rolling my hips and rocking my ass to take him deeper with every quickened beat of our hearts. He was smiling up at me, forgetting all about the hard little penis I was sporting, my balls finally resting against his soft skin and wiry pubic hair as I found the bottom of his long cock with my well stretched ass.
"Ummm…I love your body," I sighed, watching Tom Henry's smooth muscles move beneath my hands.
He held me tightly, his delicious grip leaving me no doubt as to the boy's urgent need to fuck me. He pulled me down as he lifted his hips to meet me time after time. He was fucking me good and I leaned over him, spreading my brown ass around his thick cock so I could hold his face in my hands, pulling his lips and mouth open with my thumbs. I gathered spit on my tongue and let it fall into his panting mouth following it with my fingers. I played with his tongue, watching my saliva pool in his mouth while he moaned, driving his cock deep.
We kissed again, Tom Henry's tongue making love to me, pushing into the depths of my hungry mouth so I could suck at it while we fucked. My hard little penis was bouncing as we moved faster, slapping wetly against his skin and then becoming trapped between us as he held my ass firmly, his orgasm getting closer.
"Don't cum…No…" I breathed, giggling and pulling myself away from him, lifting my burning rectum from his turgid desire and Tom Henry groaned and smiled at my teasing.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his face even darker than usual, panting for air as I fell down beside him, curling up close despite the heat and damp of our bodies.
"Taking a little break, let you cool off some," I said. "You don't get to cum yet. We gotta wait."
"Oh shit, girl." He rolled his eyes and kissed me. "Wait for what?"
"For our Master." I kissed him back and Tom Henry's eyes widened, but he didn't protest as I slipped my tongue once more between his soft lips.