"Just three more trips," Sandra muttered to herself, "So the tub will be full."

She stooped down, slid the wooden yoke over her shoulders and rose up under the weight of the water buckets that hung on either side. Letting the load settle onto her slender frame, she looked out across the yard from the canning porch. Coming up the path was Ezra, the only one who had stayed on at Belle Fontaine, Sandra's family's plantation. Across his powerful shoulders he bore a yoke as well. Buckets he carried were twice the size of those that Sandra carried. Each evening Ezra would walk down to the pond, get buckets of water, after that carry them up to the kitchen garden and water the plants with a gourd dipper he had drilled small holes into to use it as a watering may. . ear after Sandra's husband, John Richmond, had gone missing after the Battle of Shiloh, she followed his wishes, that upon his death, all their slaves would be freed. Sandra did this and one by one they all drifted off, all but young Ezra.

Dawn to dusk Ezra worked diligently to keep what was left of Belle Fontaine going. There was only one milk cow left, several chickens and the kitchen garden to sustain the two of them. There were no young men in the area any more, they had all gone off to fight the Yankees. Enthusiastic idea that "We'll be home by Christmas," had long since been abandoned. From now on the whole county just seemed desolate, like a ghost town. . ew months prior, Sandra had insisted that Ezra move into the main house. There was an old larder off the kitchen and he had moved what little he owned in there. Larder was not much, yet it was certainly over he was accustomed to and Sandra did not feel so alone in that big house, in particular at night.

Nearly a year ago, the big copper bathing tub that John had bought Sandra in Charleston, had been put into what had once been the parlor, yet was now just a storage room. While Ezra had been out busying himself about his chores, Sandra had managed to tip the tub up onto its side, resting it on a rug and dragging it, over the next a few hours had managed to move it into the library. Sandra had been raised in the bosom of southern aristocracy. She had never desired for anything nor had been needed to do any over simply ask to get her heart's wish, yet now she had been reduced to the position of charwoman. She fixed her own meals, did her own washing and had to tidy her own house, at least the three rooms she now lived in. At 1-st it had seemed demeaning and degrading, yet after so many months of it, she in fact felt a sense of pride for a job well done. Before, the only evidence of sun on her skin was the faint spattering of freckles across her nose, now her face and arms were tanned from the outdoor labors. . plash of freckles lay across her chest as well. She liked what she saw in the mirror now, she certainly had retained the curves that had made her one of very sought after ladies in this part of the state, her average sized boobs still hadn't begun to sag badly, her ample hips still held their allure and she had become strong and toned from the physical labor. Genteel woman persona had slipped away and a strong, capable, self sufficient lady stood in her place, yet the one thing the new Sandra had in typical with the old Sandra was the need for a man.

It had been ages since any hands, save her own, had caressed her body. Some nights she lay awake, aching for flesh on flesh. Masturbation was an all also temporary fix to her situation. Her lust burned for sex. Last night she stood in her window, the breeze blowing the curtains against her naked body. Soft fabric slid over her swollen teats, tickling and fanning her wish. Eventually she decided that she was not will wait one night longer, this evening there would be a man in her bed and the only man for miles ... was Ezra.

Convention and upbringing abhorred what she was planning. While it had been acceptable for the white men of the plantations to take black slaves as mistresses, it was totally taboo for the white ladies to even consider taking a black man into their bed. Sandra had, over the last year, broken almost all of the traditions she had grown up with, another certainly wouldn't send her to hell any faster. At 1-st the idea seemed althat mad, nearly repulsive, yet then she began watching Ezra closer. He was, actually, quite handsome. Strong features, muscular frame and a disarming smile he flashed all althat infrequently. He was incredibly bashful, yet that only served to make him more endearing. Sandra guessed him to be six, or can be more, years her junior and for all she knew he was still a virgin. However, it did not really matter if he was, for he certainly wouldn't be in the morning.

Sandra finally emptied the final buckets of water into the tub. She gently swirled her hand in the water, it was quite hot but alright, for it would be a while before Ezra returned to the house. She looked out thru the open double doors that lead from the library out onto the wide veranda. Sun was setting on one more blistering August day and the air hung stout and humid with the smell of honeysuckles. Sandra brushed her hair back from her forehead as a light breeze kicked up and wafted thru the doors. Tipping her head back she let it cool her, for carrying water had been quite muggy chore. Her blue dress was marked with long dark, damp patches, front and back, where she had perspired. Just as she turned back into the room she heard the door off the kitchen close, Ezra was back. She all of a sudden became aware of how damp she was between her thighs as an electric tingle swarmed thru her body, sparked by expectation. She lit several candles in the library then taking a deep breath and a shot of brandy, both to steel her resolve, she hurried down the seemingly endless hall to the kitchen and ultimately, to the larder and Ezra.

Being barefooted allowed Sandra to slip thru the kitchen without a sound to the larder door. She might feel her heart pound in her bosom, 'Like a tribal drum,' she mused to herself, smiling at the analogy. Gently she placed her fingertips on Ezra's door, it was already ajar so it swung open freely. Ezra was sitting on his cot, sharpening the pocket knife Sandra's husband had given him. Ezra cherished it and kept it razor sharp, he worked the blade in a circular motion on the tiny whetstone, oblivious to Sandra. Eventually as the door swung fully open, the old hinges squeaked a bit. Ezra rapidly looked up, seeing it was Sandra he was instantly on his feet, eyes diverted downward out of propriety.

"Good evening Ezra," Sandra spoke softly.

"Evenin' Miss Sandra," Ezra answered, lifting his hand as if to tip an invisible cap.

Sandra leaned her back against the door jamb, "Certainly is muggy tonight is not it?"

"Yes Ma'am it sho nuff' is," Ezra nodded his agreement.

Sandra slowly moved her eyes over Ezra's body as they awkwardly chit-chatted. Hunger she had felt before had become a ravenous longing. Sandra might feel it deep among her like a fire, consuming generations of traditions and mores till all left was 100%, unadulterated lust. Her vagina was soaked and aching. This was delicious. Sandra desired Ezra take her right here, right now, yet she was dragging it out, allowing her own expectation to build. She kept her hands behind her back for fear of not being able to restrain from touching herself, for she had never been so excited as she was at this moment. She slid her knuckles over her bottom as she envisioned young Ezra naked, in the throes of passion laying on top of her, thrusting his rigid manhood into her ... hotly ... violently.

"Ezra ..."

"Yes Ma'am?"

"I have drawn a bath."

"Yes Ma'am. Reckon I'll see you in the mornin' then."

Ezra raised his hand again.

Sandra walked over to where Ezra stood, gently she took his hand, nearly gasping at the feel of muggy flesh that was not her own, "No Ezra. I have drawn a bath ... for you."

Without raising his head Ezra rolled his glance up to meet Sandra's, "Ma'am?"

Confused and hesitant, Ezra was not sure what to do or how to react.

"It is alright," Sandra tried to put him at ease, "Just come with me," still holding his hand urged him to follow.

Ezra, shuffling his feet down the hallway, led by Sandra, looking more like a kid about to be disciplined than a nineteen year old man about to be bathed and bedded by a sex-addicted plantation mistress. When in the library Ezra glanced around the room. He had been on this plantation since he was twelve and he had never been in this room before. Walls were covered with scores of books. He had learned to read a bit over the past few years and instantly he wondered what all those leather covers held inside. Sandra stopped him next to the tub. Ezra rolled his eyes up to her again.

"It is alright Ezra, get undressed."

Sandra tried to maintain a 'matter of fact' tone but her voice was becoming husky and deep as her arousal grew. She picked up a cut crystal jar of bath salts and sprinkled some into the water and bent down to swirl them around in the water with her hand. Sandra did this, also, to expose her cleavage to Ezra, her already low cut dress had the top two buttons undone. Ezra glanced at her half exposed boobs then glanced away.

"Miss Sandra ... I ain't so sure this is right," Ezra finally spoke up.

Sandra stood up and placing her fingertip on Ezra's chin, she lifted his head up and looked him in the eye, "Ezra, I'd never do anything to hurt you, you know that do not you?"

Ezra nodded.

"Then you need to trust me."

Sandra continued as she started to unbutton Ezra's worn, homespun shirt. As she slid the sleeves down over his slender, yet powerful arms, her face was close enough to Ezra's chest that he might feel her hot breath against his skin. Sandra dropped the shirt to the floor and then unbuttoned his panties, moving her hands over his hips as she slid them down to the floor, kneeling before him, her face not even a foot, from his manhood. Her eyes fairly glistened with lust and wish as she gazed hungrily at the 1-st dick she had seen in two years.

Reluctantly returning to her feet, Sandra, taking Ezra's rough, calloused hand in hers, she guided him into the bathtub. Ezra felt very unusual. He had never been in a tub of hot water before, let alone one that smelled of jasmine. He had always washed from a washtub only big enough to stand in. He instantly tensed as he felt Sandra at his back, slowly running a large bar of soap over his back.

"Relax Ezra," Sandra purred as she pulled back on Ezra's shoulders, easing him into a more reclined position.

Slowly she slid her soapy hands over his firm, young chest. Actually, even with her tanned skin she marveled at the stark contrast of her skin against his. As she washed him she leaned forward, Ezra might feel her hot breath on his neck. Never before in his whole living had he been touched like this or had such attention lavished on him. It was mere moments before he began to become erect. His stout, hard dick emerged from beneath the water for all to see. One day Sandra finally noticed it as it gently swayed and bobbed in the water, she froze for a 2-nd. It was nearly as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing, after that it was as if something had snapped. Sandra was instantly to her feet. She had leapt up so rapidly it startled poor Ezra.

"Miss Sandra, do not be crazy! That just happened! I did not mean for it to get ... well ... like that," Ezra tried to explain.

Sandra was stripping like a lady possessed. She frantically struggled with buttons and laces, unable to jump outta her clothes fast enough.

"Ezra, that's quite alright," she fairly panted, "You simply sit back in that fucking tub and do not you dare lose that goddam hard on."

Sandra's voice was hoarse and breathy with passion and her bloomers, when she had finally received down to them, were soaked at the crotch. Ezra on the other hand, was taken aback at Sandra's language. He had never heard a lady talk like that, not even in the fields. Sandra smirked. She always talked dirty when she was sex-addicted and talking that way always made her hornier.

"From now on I know you have probably never done this," she continued as she shimmied her bloomers down to the floor and proceeded to step out of them, "However, trust me, you are will enjoy it."

Ezra stared, mesmerized, as Sandra stood before him naked, bathed in candle light and the dying twilight that streamed in the open library doors like the humid Georgia evening. Sandra rapidly tied her blonde hair up in a bun on her head and practically charged into the bathtub.

"Alright Ezra ... it is fuckin' time!" Sandra growled.

Stepping into the tub and straddling Ezra, she splashed water out onto the floor and grabbing Ezra's face with both hands, she roughly pressed her mouth to his, savagely thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Sandra might feel a torrent of passion rolling thru her very soul. She emitted moans and squeals as she raped Ezra's virginal mouth with her tongue. Ripples of fevered excitement tore thru her as she felt her erect teats brush against Ezra's chest.

Sandra had been right, Ezra never had done this but he was loving it. Sandra took his hands and placed them on her bottom,

"Squeeze my ass Ezra! Squeeze it! Harder!" Sandra panted.

She threw her head back, face towards the ceiling, gasping and moaning as Ezra fondled and squeezed her velvet derrière with his hard, calloused hands. Arching her back, Sandra leaned forward, pushing her pert boobs towards Ezra's face.

"Suck them!" Sandra breathed hard, "Suck them ... lick them ... bite them!" she squealed.

Clumsily Ezra started licking one boob, after that the other, as he moved further into uncharted waters.

"No! Goddammit!" Sandra groaned, now out of frustration instead of arousal, "Like this," and leaning down she pressed her lips to Ezra's teat and began swirling her tongue over it, sucking, nibbling, after that finally giving him a little bite that made him wince.

Rising back up, she cupped her right boob and practically thrust it into Ezra's face. Her soft moans signaled his technique was much improved. Bracing her left hand on the edge of the bathtub, Sandra writhed against Ezra's dick as she watched him suck her boob. Tingles shot all thru her as she felt his tongue slither over her pert, swollen teat. Ezra sucked, licked and nibbled same well as Sandra had showed him. Shivers undulated thru her as he gently bit her sensitive bud. She settled her hips down on him a bit and something wonderful happened. Just as she had lowered herself, her stout, swollen labia spread and Ezra's dick was now against her clit. Sandra might feel every vein and ridge of Ezra's enormous wang as she slid her vagina back and forth over it. Releasing her hooter, she slipped her hand under Ezra's dick and held it firmly against her clitoris.

"Ok ... Ok! ..." Sandra panted.

A tidal wave of climax was rushing towards her coastline. She had never cumd in this fashion before and it was will be intense. Each time her clitoris bumped over Ezra's rock hard dick, lightning bolts of pleasure ricocheted thru her loins. Sandra planted her left hand in the center of Ezra's chest to stable herself and she began to shudder. Ezra, both hands grasping the edges of the tub, stared, wide eyed, at Sandra as she panted, moaned and screamed like a banshee.

"Ezra ... EZRA! You motherfucker!! Which are you doing to me?" she screamed.

Sandra bucked extreamly, holding Ezra's dick against her swollen clitoris as cumic aftershocks poured thru her in raging torrents. Ezra can have just received up and run away if he was not pinned down in the bathtub. Sandra began pounding on Ezra's chest with her left hand as her cataclysmic come reached its apex. Letting go of Ezra's wang, she began rubbing her clitoris with her slender middle and ring fingers. Quickly and deftly she massaged herself to conclusion. Like the tornado her come was, it began to subside same rapidly as it started, leaving her in the storm's eye of afterglow. Placing her hands on Ezra's shoulders, Sandra took a deep, ragged breath and lay her head on his chest.

"Miss Sandra? Is you alright?" Ezra's voice was steeped with concern.

"Shhhh ..." Sandra whispered, only managing to raise one finger, "Just be quiet for a minute. Do not move ... do not ..." her voice trailed off.

Sandra was basking in the waning ebbs of what had been possibly very power come of her living. And Ezra just sat there with his semi-comatose mistress laying on him. After a few minutes he decided she'd be more comfortable somewhere else. As gently as he might, he stood up, lifting Sandra as he did. Cautiously stepping out of the slippery tub he carried her over to her divan. Laying her wet body down, Sandra cooed, still with a drunken smirk on her face. Ezra stepped back and looking down at Sandra's naked body, his erection instantly returned. Nervously looking around as if to ensure no one was around to see him, Ezra stepped closer to Sandra. She appeared to be asleep, gently, Ezra placed a single finger on the inside of her knee, pushing her legs open slightly.

"Looking for something?" Sandra laughed.

Ezra stepped back, thrusting his hands behind his back, like he had been caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar.

"Miss Sandra ... I ... uhh ..." Ezra might only stammer.

Sandra rolled over and slowly slid off the divan and onto her knees. From now on in a completely submissive position, laying on the edge of the bed, ass jutting up slightly, she reached down between her legs and spread her still slick lips apart, offering all she had to Ezra. Slowly she slipped her finger between her swollen lips and over her clitoris, after that slipping a slender finger into her moist box and rapidly pulling it out again, teasing Ezra and herself.

"Ezra ..." Sandra whined, "You are not will make me do this myself ... are you?"

Truth of the matter was, Sandra did want him to make her do it herself. Masturbating before Ezra was making her very hot and so very wet. Ezra, sadly, lacked enough sexual experience to take charge of a situation like this, for Sandra, at this moment in time, longed to be dominated. She desperately desired Ezra to make her masturbate before him, or make her beg him to fuck her, or do any self debasing act. She simply desired to be controlled.

Sandra pushed back against Ezra as she felt him kneel behind her. Moving her hand from her vagina to his dick she gently guided the head to her sopping wet maw. Biting her lower lip and trying to relax her muscles, Sandra groaned as Ezra's huge dick entered her. She knew it was big when she was handling it, yet now that it was in her, it seemed so much larger. Spreading her knees a bit more and inching her hips forward, Sandra accepted the full length of Ezra's turgid member.

"Good God Ezra!" Sandra moaned, reaching her hand back around and grabbing his buttock, to control his speed, "Easy now, just easy. You are fucking enormous!"

Then, as Ezra and Sandra received into rhythm and Sandra's vagina opened up a bit, it was everything Sandra had imagined it would be. Clutching the fingers of both hands into the cushions Sandra was gasping and moaning like never before. She loved the feel of Ezra's rough hands on her ass as he slowly worked his prick in and out of her. She'd clamp her muscles tight against his shaft as he withdrew and relax them as he entered, creating frenzied spasms of pleasure to rocket throughout her shuddering body.

Sandra was on fire. Each tradition and convention she had been raised with was now in shreds and she loved it. "Taboo" echoed thru her very being same well as the sounds of her and Ezra's lovemaking echoed thru her husband's dusty library and out into the hot Georgia night. She had never felt that decadent, that wanton, that utterly, utterly free.

"I am such a whore!" Sandra moaned, "Fuck me like a whore!" she screamed into the seat cushion of the divan.

Ezra's rhythmic sliding was rapidly turning into sharp thrusts. Sandra felt his fingers press into her well rounded bottom cheeks and might hear him starting to breathe harder. She knew it wouldn't be long before Ezra climaxed and she desired to get all she might out of him before she did.

"Ezra!" she squealed, "Call me a whore! Call me a fucking whore!"

Sandra felt Ezra grab her by the back of the hair and jerked her head up slightly.

"You a dirty whore!" he growled thru clenched teeth, "From now on you my whore!" and he thrust into her hard, jerking her hair again.

Ezra was finally finding his voice and became aware of his dominant role. For the 1-st time in his living he had control over something, someone. He squeezed her ass harder and tugged at her hair, he might feel his climax drawing closer as he lowered his head and tightly closed his eyes. Sandra was already violently coming. Hair pulling and name calling was exactly what she required to put her over the edge. Her screams were no longer muffled by the divan, with Ezra pulling her head back they echoed, virtually, throughout the whole house.

"Fuck me! Harder! Harder!"

Hoarse and throaty, Sandra's cries reverberated as she bucked back against Ezra.

From now on Ezra had holding her by the hips, extreamly thrusting into her. His eyes and teeth were both tightly clenched as he edged closer and closer to come.

"Sandra ... you fuckin' whore ... I am gonna ... gonna ..."

Ezra began to violently shudder as he ejaculated. His thrusting had become so erratic that he had pulled out of Sandra's pussy and his dick had slipped between her ass cheeks. As he continued to thrust back and forth he sent a enormous stream of hot semen onto her flesh. Sandra's screams were now quick, high pitched squeals as her own come culminated in sync with Ezra as he spent his huge load onto her back and derrière.

Ezra became immobile as he let out a long, wavering sigh. Sandra felt him slowly pull away from her as he slumped down, sitting on the floor, leaning back against the divan. Sweat glistened lovers both sat on the floor panting and trying to catch their breath. Ezra raised his knees up and resting an elbow on one knee he put his hand over his eyes as he tried to gather his thoughts. Sandra leaned over and, placing a reassuring hand on Ezra's arm, lay her head on his shoulder

"Damn ... really somethin'," she huffed, still slightly out of breath.

"Yes Ma'am, it sho 'nuff was," Ezra smiled, looking her straight in the eye.

Ezra patted her hand and put his arm on the divan seat cushions and lay his head down. Sandra leaned against him and beautiful soon both were fast asleep. . reeze kicked up outside and gently blew in thru the open doors and across their naked bodies. Two shared a dreamless respite, unabashedly relaxed in their carnal and compromising repose. Their bodies glistened in the dim candle light. Outside, the sun had long since set and a full moon was rising over the black fringe of the tree line. Whole plantation lay quiet and stark in the oncoming night, only the crickets dare disturb the stillness.

Sandra startled awake. She sat upright rapidly looking around, not sure firstly where she was at. She lay on the library divan, covered over in her dress and alone. On a stool next to her was a cup of chicory coffee and a piece of cornbread with honey. Sandra smiled at Ezra's thoughtfulness. He had gotten up at daylight, as was his custom and brought her breakfast before he left. Sandra stretched and yawned, the rapidly devoured the cornbread. She picked up the cup and sipped the coffee. She couldn't wait til this war was over and she might get some real coffee again. Getting up from the divan she walked, still naked, out onto the veranda.

Last night's lovemaking had liberated her soul. She felt more free now than she ever had before. Sandra felt born again. She had broken all of the bonds that had stifled and repressed her for all these years. From now on she stood in the bright light of day, naked and unashamed before the world. She knew in her heart the last tie to her past that required to be cut was Belle Fontaine itself. While she had many fond and happy memories of her living here, she knew it was time to go, to move on with her new living. As soon as the war was over, she'd sell Belle Fontaine and use the money to see what was outside of Georgia. Possibly Europe or Australia or even the West Indies, yet anywhere that allowed her to pursue her new method of living.