The Delta Queen

Melissa slid back on the bed. He crawled forward and laid beside her. His nervous hands cupped her two breasts with reverent tenderness. He suddenly detected the smell of wild roses.
“Perfume?” he asked.

“Just a little, here,” she held her wrist out for him to smell, “here,” she pointed at her neck. He leaned forward and sniffed. She turned her head and kissed him tenderly. She had the softest lips he had ever felt. Full and warm against his own.

“And here,” she pointed to an area just below her belly button. He sank down on his knees and inhaled deeply. The smell of roses mingled with her womanly scent. He was intoxicated. He felt a hand go to his rigid cock, stroking it as if she were a farmer milking a cow.

“Oh lord,” he gasped, resting his nose on her lower abdomen. He kissed it tenderly, then focused on her black patch of curly hair. He stroked it, noticing how much it felt like the pelt of a sheep. Suddenly he moved down her body, looking at the object of his desire. He had never been with a negro woman before, and he was fascinated. The lips of her pussy were dark and fragile. Any area where the skin was folded or compressed was very dark. Her inner thighs was very light, with an excellent golden tan. The inside of her pussy was pink, as pink as a white woman. It was as delicate as a child. He dropped his mouth and licked it. Melissa cried out and shuddered. Her hand on his cock tightened, as if she were about to break it. Slowly she began stroking it again.

Mason reached under each legs, wrapping his fingers around them, and used the tips of his fingers to open her pussy lips. He plunged his mouth down on her pussy and began licking, while sucking vigorously. She withered and rolled from side to side beneath him. The tendons in her inner thighs stood out in sharp relief. Her toes curled backwards and she dug her heels into the white bedspread, kicking and pushing as he stimulated her sweet mound.

Mason closed his eyes and sucked diligently. His tongue flashed through her pussy flesh, causing her to thrash and squeal beneath him. He slid his tongue down inside her warm tunnel and flickered it briefly, then returned to her clit. He sucked it into his lips and strummed the end with his tongue. Melissa went wild beneath him. She suddenly pushed him away.

“Mount me,” she hissed. He sat up and she bounced up off the bed and settled on her hands and knees. Mason was unsure for a moment, but seeing the sweet delicate lips of her pussy protruding, his cock ached to plunge inside. He quickly crawled around behind her, held his cock and guided it inside. She threw herself back, impaling her pussy on his cock.

The heat and moisture of her pussy was unbelievable. He looked down at her rounded ass and dug his fingers in, while beginning to fuck her slowly. She did not want to be fucked slowly, she threw herself back on his cock, rocking quickly forward and back. His hips smacked against the rubbery cheeks of her ass. His balls slapped against her clit, stimulating her.

Melissa growled like an animal. Her head was down. Her slightly curly hair flew everywhere. He noticed how her waist was small and delicate. He ran his hands up and down her waist, while pounding her ass relentlessly. After no more than seven minutes she began moaning consistently louder. In four more strokes she cried out loud enough to be heard in the next cabin. Then, to his horror, she let out a long, drawn out scream. She threw her head back and howled at the ceiling.

Showing slightly more restraint, Mason growled and stiffened as his cock began unloading it’s sperm into her hot pussy. She shuddered and cried, grinding her pussy against his pelvis. Slowly they stopped and pulled apart.

“That was wonder…”
“Shut up,” she said, spinning around and taking his cock into her mouth. He gasped in amazement, then stiffened as her sweet mouth stimulated him right down to his toes. In no time at all he was hard again. She turned and laid on her face with her legs spread. He wasted no time at all sliding around on top of her and sliding his cock into her inviting pussy. They both gasped loudly as he pistoned in and out of her burning hot flesh. She could feel him churning up the juices left from their previous lovemaking session. She turned her head and looked back at him. His strong arm was laying next to her face. She reached out and sucked on it, then tongued it slowly. She took Mason’s hand into her’s and began sucking on his fingers.

Mason shuddered in restrained passion. He had never felt this way before. Was it the illicit nature of this liaison, or the pure animal passion of the woman he was fucking? Perhaps it was the dominance. In any event, she was the hottest woman he had ever been with.

He pumped away in her ass for several more minutes. He was astonished to feel another orgasm starting. It had only been a few minutes since the last one. The problem was, Melissa did not seem ready for her second orgasm. Before he could stop it, he felt himself cumming. He moaned as his cock again shot hot cum into her pussy. She turned and watched him while he ejaculated. When it was over she threw him to the bed, made him lay face down and spread her legs. She centered her pussy over his left buttock and began sliding forward and back.

Mason couldn’t believe the feeling of such a perverted act. But he would not have traded places with anyone. He tried to watch as Melissa rocked herself into her own second orgasm. She showed more restraint than the first time. Her loud, keening voice blended in with the low rumble of the engine. Finally she fell lifelessly to his back. He could smell the distinctive smell of her perspiration. It was slightly spicy. He liked it.

Her sweat covered face came into his view. He surged forward and kissed her on the lips.
“I think I might like slavery,” me mumbled.
“That’s not really what it’s like, you know.”
“I know. I’ve seen it.”
“You were wonderful, Mister Mason,” she sighed, relaxing on his back. “Yeah,” he agreed with a slight smile. She slapped his ass and slid off his back.

They both cleaned up in the wash basin. Melissa scowled as she found a button torn off her dress. Mason looked sheepish. He dressed quickly and grabbed his hat.
“I can never ride this boat again,” he said.
“I know. So which boat will we take next time?”
“I’ve always wanted to work the Acadia,” he smiled. They kissed passionately before they left the cabin. Two men were standing outside the door.
“The captain would like to see you,” one burly sailor said.
“Of course,” Mason nodded. “Another time?” he said, tipping his hat to Melissa. He was put off at Vicksburg.

With over 400 ships working on the Mississippi, Black Jack Mason and Melissa saw, and were banned from most of them. Over the next decade they became famous. Known as Missy and the gambler, they led the way in open sexual integration. Missy became Mrs. Black Jack Mason on 5 April 1860. Mason was killed at the battle of Bull Run on 21 July 1861, leaving her a widow in charge of a sizable farm, worked by freed slaves. She lived to be 83 years old and never remarried.