The ladies were too scared to move. They continued looking on at the lewd scene. Suddenly the kneeling man sucked in a deep breath and held it. Then he pulled back and started jerking his dick, shooting white ropes of fluid onto the woman's outstretched tongue. The liquid spilled and dripped down her chin. The man sank back onto his heels and let out a long sigh. He stretched his head back and panted, completely sated.
The other man had slowed his motions slightly, but now began to thrust into the woman again. This time with even more vigor. She held onto his shoulders and bounced around wildly. She began to cry out with pleasure. The man pounded away, pushing her back down to the ground. The pale legs shot straight up into the air again like two arrows, her toes were the pointed tips. The man grabbed both of her ankles and flexed into her hard, grunting loudly. They both gasped together and froze in place. The woman cried out again, louder this time and a group of birds fluttered above them, flying out of the highest part of a tree. The man jerked his pelvis a few more times. The couple's movements finally stopped. The man rested his forehead on the woman's shoulder while she lay contented with her limbs stretched out like a star.
Nessa was the first to break the silence whispering, "Wow, I can't believe what I just seen! That was... Can y'all believe?... Oh my... ."
"Hush up girl. 'Fore they hear you!" Celia warned. Emaline was too aroused to speak. She felt her core tingling. She swallowed hard and smoothed down the non-existent wrinkles on her dress. They all stood frozen, still not daring to move. They silently agreed to wait until the threesome left first so they wouldn't be caught as voyeurs.
Finally after several long minutes, the woman lifted her head and the man rolled over onto his back. She sat up and pulled the loose blond curls that had escaped her bun back into place. She pulled a handkerchief from her cape pocket and wiped the sex from her dainty face. She looked attractive from a distance, but not really very young. Scandalous! Probably some lonely widow who needed some excitement. She stood without speaking a word and tucked the handkerchief into the cape pocket and swung it around her shoulders. Quickly, the man who had been kneeling stood up and tied the sash for her. Then he put his pants to rights and brushed off the woman's dress. The other man fixed himself up and stood tall, almost like a soldier at attention. She nodded to them and they began walking out toward the path.
"Oh no y'all, what if they's coming this way?" Nessa worried in a panicked (and loud) whisper. The three ladies hurried as quietly as they could behind the nearest large tree trunk and crouched down. Thankfully the other trio headed in the opposite direction. As soon as they were far enough away, the ladies glanced at each other and giggled like little girls.
"What a PROPER southern belle she was, huh?" Nessa fell back laughing onto the ground and threw her legs up shaking them. Her dress pooled down around her and Celia smacked her exposed thigh playfully.
"Girl, get up from there! You's a fool!" Emaline said. Nessa just kept going. "Ooh ooh, more Mandingo, more!" she joked. They laughed until their eyes began to tear. By the time they reached the cabins they were exhausted in the best way. And since it was Sunday they could afford to rest. There were no chores to be done. Emaline pulled out a few apples she had stashed from the kitchen and shared them with her friends. They all sat lazily nibbling on the sweet pieces of fruit.
Emaline made her way to her cot and stretched out. Before she knew it, her eyes felt heavy. She gazed out the window thinking about how her body had responded to seeing the White woman with the two Black men. It was such an erotic scene. It was all so taboo. She was shocked at the lascivious look on the woman's face when she offered her tongue to the kneeling man. His dark rod plunging into her flushed white face was so... improper. And so intriguing. Emaline imagined that she and Master Edward must have looked similar when they were together. Only they had not been quite that... raunchy. Still, her body had been flustered with desire as she looked on at the threesome in the woods. The woman looked completely uninhibited. Emaline recognized the face the woman made when she had climaxed with that big, viral Black man. She had experienced that same overwhelming pleasure with Master Edward. And now she found herself desiring that experience with him again.
The next morning Emaline made her way up towards the main house. She approached the door and before she could open it, Henry grabbed the handle and swung it back. He smiled, "Mornin' Emaline. You sure lookin' pretty today." Emaline was surprised when she looked up and noticed Henry's handsome face. She blinked a little too much and lowered her eyes.
"Thank you." Emaline watched as Henry leaned in a little closer, but she found it flattering so she didn't step away.
"You wanna come over to my cabin for a while after supper this evening? A few of us gonna string up a banjo and play for a bit."
"Oh that's sounds nice Henry, I--"
"Emaline! Shouldn't you be in the kitchen with Mimi by now, seeing about my breakfast?" Master Edward's voice sounded impatient and annoyed. Emmy jumped a little and brushed by Henry into the kitchen. "And Henry, I'm sure the men could use some help chopping that wood over there."
"Yessir, Master Edward sir. I'm gettin' right to it sir."
"Good." Edward turned and walked into the kitchen. He peered angrily over at Emaline as he passed through. He stopped briefly and leaned over Mimi to grab one of the warm biscuits she had just made.
"Why you such a naughty boy Master Edward? Now get on outta my kitchen." She swung a dish towel at his hand just as he was pulling it away.
"I can't help myself Mimi," he called out over his shoulder as he walked into the dining room. As he sat down at the table he greeted Missy Anne who was already sipping on a cup of tea. "Morning Mother."
"Edward."
Emaline came into the dining room carrying a tray of ham, biscuits, and jam. She carefully placed the tray down and glanced over at Master Edward. His eyebrows furrowed together. She quickly looked away.
"Emmy, I made a mess of crumbs from the kitchen to over here- eating that hot biscuit. See that you clean it up right away." His voice was stern and clipped.
"Yessir." She went off to fetch the broom.
"What's bothering YOU this morning?" Missy Anne wondered.
"Well mother, I was thinking, you were right about keeping slaves in their places. I noticed Henry was taking his time getting to his work earlier." (And smiling a little too much at my Emmy- he thought to himself.) "I don't want the slaves to start taking my kindness for weakness."
"Well good. I'm glad you see what I was saying."
"Yes, Mother." Edward finished up his breakfast quickly. "I'm going upstairs to change. I have to go into town for a meeting soon." He got up from the table and kissed his mother's cheek. "Emaline? He called out as he walked to the bottom of the stairs. "Are you finished cleaning up that mess?"
"I's finishing up now Master." Emmy couldn't believe the crumbs all over the place. It looked like the mess of a five year old boy instead that of a grown man.
"Well, hurry up. I need you upstairs as soon as you're done." Missy Anne looked up from the table and sighed.
"Don't keep me waiting," he said curtly.
"Yessir!" Emaline quickly cleaned the remaining crumbs and followed Master Edward upstairs. When she made it to his room she was out of breath. She stood in the doorway and waited for instructions.
"Well don't just stand there, come in," he snapped. "And close the door Emaline."
She looked at him humbly, wondering why he was in such a foul mood. He sat on the chair, unlaced his shoes and slipped them off.
"Emaline, didn't I tell you not to let any of those horny little slave boys touch you?"
"Yessir."
"Well why was Henry all over you earlier?" His voice was quiet but there was a twinge of anger.
Emmy was confused, "Master Edward, Henry didn't touch me!"
"Well he sure was hovering around you. You know, like you had encouraged his attention or something."
"No sir. And nothing happened between me and Henry. He was just sayin' good mornin' to me. That's all."
"He was standing awfully close and he lingered there too long. And you know what? I didn't like it."
She shifted nervously and looked down at her feet. Master Edward walked behind her and breathed down her neck. The butterflies awakened in her tummy.
"It's only been a couple of days since your birthday. Did you forget what I told you that night already?"
"No sir."
"Well I sure hope not. Because if Henry thinks he can have you, he's wrong." Emaline could feel his hard body brush against her round ass. "And do you know why he can't have you Emmy?" He planted a soft kiss just below her ear. His voice was still laced with anger. His breath was hot and moist. The butterflies were flapping their delicate wings quicker now.
"Yessir," she breathed.
"Why can't he have you Emmy?" He slipped his arm around her waist and barely brushed the underside of her breasts. Her chest heaved.
"Because I'm yours Master."
"Mmn hmm, damn right you are," he moaned against her ear.
All of a sudden he pushed her forcefully over the side of the bed, bending her at the waist. Emmy gasped and turned her face to the side. She felt her dress flip up over her bottom with a whoosh of cool air. Edward roughly pushed her legs apart and grabbed her ass in one hand. The other hand pulled her undergarments off. Emaline's breathing sped up. She could feel her pulse throbbing through her chest. Nervous excitement coursed through her whole body. She could hear Master Edward unzip his pants behind her, but she didn't dare move. Her muscles tensed as she anticipated his manly invasion at any moment.
