"Why, thank you Howard" as she walked by me. I closed the door, turned and sat on the edge of the bed again, facing her. "Howard, you really must learn to relax, I have come to chat for a while before you turn into what ever," she said with a short "ha-ha" trailing away.

    We talked about the south, and the winds of change blowing in from the north. Her family, how her parents had died and then after some time we started to talk of sex. How strange, I thought I'm flirting with somebody who is my grandmother's grandmother. I told her about my first love, Jenny we had married, but It didn't last. "I've been lonely for some time, Collette," I said.

    She was silent for a few moments, and then, without warning, "Howard I remember the first time I had sex with a slave, he was large muscular man, I was 17.  My father had gone into town for a few hours and my mother was visiting her sister for a week.  My father never let the male slaves near the house, but one this particular day he had had him brought up from the lower fields to carry some cases into the attic for storage. He was very handsome, I was young and ripe and could not help but notice the banana shaped ridge in his dirty work pants.  So after watching him from the crack in my door I followed him upstairs. He turned and looked at me after placing the carton down, he looked frightened.   'I won't hurt you,' I said to him.

    "He was silent and stood frozen. As I approached the ridge in his pants had became more pronounced, I reached and with my hand and poked it, It swayed from side to side beneath the cotton material.  When I touched it a second time he moaned, I looked up at him and smiled, he smiled back exposing his stained and crocked teeth, suddenly I felt shy and looked down at floor, like a schoolgirl into mischief.

    "Looking back at the cloth covered ridge. I could hear him breathing hard. I untied the rope that he used as a belt, and the pants slid down, his cock sprang out, it was massive like a mahogany hose; a puffed pink helmet with thick round edges sat loosely on the end of the bent shaft. My hand genitally stroked it, he continued to moaned. He placed his hand on the back of my head and drew my face close to his erect penis. I kissed, the shaft, pulled my head back, looked at in amazement; such a delightfully vulgar thing I thought and then. rolled my tongue out. It traced the long sinuous veins that grew like roots and rapped themselves around to strangle it, I could feel the purple vain pulsate as my tongue wet the shaft and soon I was over taken by passion and lunged at it, sucking it, licking it and then sucking some more. Time melted away and then a sudden shrug and a burst of air from his lungs, he spewed his liquid out covering my hand and spraying to dusty floor."

    After Collette had finished her story, I found my self rather excited. She told the story with out any guilt or shame as if to tease me. Is this how women talked in 1800's I thought?

    "Did that excite you Howard?" she asked.

    "Yes, Collette, I'm very excited, you are a very desirable women," I managed to say in a near whisper.

    "Good, I want you to be, and so much more excited." She pulled up her dress slowly to her waist exposing her lovely cunt, a line of light brown pubic hair covered it, with thick folded pink lips barley hidden beneath. "Howard, beg to fuck me," She said.

    With slow circles of her hand she stimulated herself.   "Ummm. Oh yess..." she said.   "Take off your trousers, Howard and kneel on the bed."

    I found myself unable to refuse, and before the echo of her voice died out I was on the bed naked, kneeling.

    "Take you cock in you hand and masturbate, I want to watch you," she demanded with a rough voice. I looked down-took my prick and slowly stroked it. She stood and watched me. I felt humiliated, embarrassed, but could not stop. She was taunting me, talking filthy, she was bringing me closer to...my strokes becoming faster...it was building...almost...oh yessss...."

    !!!SLAP!!!

    Pain shot through the side of my face, I stopped! my heart pounding, I was breathing as if I ran a mile and the orgasm came to a sudden halt, cum backed down into my balls and they felt as if they would explode. I held my stinging face and looked at her with terror , I was stunned. "My slave, you have to earn the right to cum, to feel pleasure,"  she scolded. She turned, opened the door and then walked out slamming the door.