The year was 1865, and the Civil War was over.

Ella Caldwell and her husband had lost everything. Their South Carolina plantation was destroyed, though their house still stood. Except for their stable hand, Jack, all the slaves had run off when Sherman’s army came through, burning everything in sight.

And now, the biggest disaster of all: Ella’s husband had clearly lost his mind to despair, and could no longer cope with the devastating reality that was all around him. He spent his days alone in his room, staring out the window, speaking to no one. It had been this way for six months, and now Ella received word that at long last, the war had ended.

Alone and frustrated in so many ways, Ella had turned to Jack in recent weeks to make the devastation and uncertainty a little more tolerable. Jack was the only field hand who had stayed on the plantation. He did it because he loved caring for the horses and felt sorry for Miss Ella, as he called her. He knew that having to care for her husband, as though he was a helpless child, must be hard on her. So Jack tried to help, mostly because Miss Ella had always been kind to him.

As the lonely weeks wore on, Ella and Jack spent more and more time together and began to talk about what might happen now that the war was over. She reminded him that he had worked on the plantation for seven years, but now that he was a free man, he could go anywhere he wished. She asked him to stay on, to help with the farming, to help with her husband.

Jack said he had hoped to find a paying job somewhere for the first time in his life. Knowing that Miss Ella couldn’t pay him anything, he told her that it would be hard for her to come up with a good reason for him to stay. Ella lay alone in her bed, as she did every night, tossing and turning, worrying about her future.

Beads of sweat broke out on her neck and shoulders as she threw away the sheets and began unlacing her nightgown. The room was oppressively hot; her entire body was damp. Seeing her own bare skin exposed, she thought of how long it had been since her husband had drifted totally away from her. It had been months since she had been touched by a man.

She pulled up the long satin folds of her gown and began caressing her thighs, spread wide and imagining that a man, any man, was in her bedchamber watching her. She wanted to feel again the excitement of knowing that a man wanted to touch her, and she very much needed to be touched.

Her face suddenly felt flushed and hot as her mind turned to Jack. She was imagining Jack watching her, and was amazed at how the thought excited her! Fingers probing her own wetness, nipples stiffening against her satin grown, she felt that her body was on fire. More than just aroused, she was absolutely desperate, and ran to the window, calling out into the night.

She summoned Jack, who always slept in the barn, and demanded that he hurry to her room. As she heard his footsteps on the stairs and his knock at the door, Ella knew exactly how to make Jack want to stay. He entered her room and was startled at the sight of her lying back in the bed covers, one bare leg exposed shamelessly.

“Jack,” she said, “you know how lonely I’ve been for the last six months, don’t you? Don’t you feel lonely too? You know that my husband doesn’t…well, he can’t do much of anything anymore. You must be lonely, too. There’s no woman around here any more."

“No, ma’am, Miss Ella,” Jack replied. “No ladies but you."

His eyes widened as she slowly pulled the sheets away, revealing her creamy smooth thighs. She tugged at the lacy top of her nightgown, exposing her shoulders as he stared, a bulge growing in the front of his baggy trousers.

“It’s so warm in here tonight, Jack,” she murmured, staring at his crotch. “You don’t mind, do you?”

He said nothing as he felt his heart beginning to pound at the sight of Miss Ella’s hands, running up and down her inner thighs.

“I’ve had no one here for months that could take care of me. And I’m so grateful that you stayed on here with me to take care of things around the place. But I need you to do something else for me, Jack. I need you to take care of me, too, since my husband can’t.”

Jack gulped and stared, speechless as Ella fully opened her gown. Her legs were spread wide, knees bent. Her mound was covered with fine blond hair, which seemed to caress and cradle the pink lips that began to gush wetness as she felt him staring. Reaching down with one hand to begin probing and rubbing, reaching up with the other hand to caress her breasts and pull at her hardening nipples, Miss Ella broke the silence.

“Jack, I’m showing you what I want. Please don’t wait; please show me that you want it, too. Show me, Jack!”

Accustomed as he was to following whatever orders his former masters gave him, Jack was quick and eager to obey. Tugging at the rope at his waist, letting his pants fall to the floor, his erect manhood was instantly on display and demanding attention. As he watched Miss Ella begin to push two fingers deeper and faster inside her own wetness, his fingers encircled his shaft and began to pump slowly and firmly.

“Come closer, Jack!” Miss Ella demanded. “Let me see!”

She had never seen a naked black man, and had never seen anything like the giant swollen mushroom that made her fingers work harder as Jack approached the bed. Her heart began to pound wildly at the sight of that huge, stiff black cock, being pumped faster and harder as her own fingers began thrusting harder and deeper into her gushing wetness.

“Oh my god!” she cried out as she began to quiver. “Don’t make me wait! You know what I want. Give it to me! Give it to me now, Jack!”

It was clumsy and awkward at first, as Jack fell headlong into the heaven between Miss Ella’s soft pale thighs. Her eagerness astounded him as she wrapped her legs around his naked back and demanded that he take her. His hard black shaft pushing apart her wet pink folds, he was soon forcing his entire length deep inside, pumping harder and faster.

Ella was amazed at the sensations, the sights and smells of the first truly erotic encounter she had ever experienced. The musky scent of Jack's sweat-covered naked body, the sight of his mammoth hard shaft penetrating the pink recesses of her drenched and overflowing pussy. Their moans grew louder as the scent of Ella's dripping, creamy wetness began to mingle with the smell of sweat.

She screamed and began to shudder as he tore away her clothes, kissing her naked skin and sucking hard at her tight nipples. Wrapping her arms around Jack’s broad shoulders, she felt herself soaring to heights of pleasure she had never known. She experienced the first orgasm of her life in the arms of her former servant, now her companion and future partner.

Sweat poured from Jack’s hard, muscled body as he pumped harder, faster, deeper, losing control. Ella screamed as a long, shuddering orgasm wracked her body in repeated spasms. The walls of her pussy gripped and milked Jack's mammoth black shaft, and suddenly his body tensed as he buried his thick cock deep inside Ella, buried to the balls inside all that shuddering pink wetness.

Jack's cock began spurting a hot, thick load of cum deep inside her. They both looked down in amazement at the sight of his dark flesh, urgently sliding in and out of her slippery wetness, his cock pumping and spurting, draining his balls. He filled Ella to overflowing, his own thick cream oozing out as her shuddering spasms continued to squeeze his hard and throbbing shaft .

They both fell back onto the bedcovers, exhausted but ecstatic, breathing hard. Jack, emboldened by Miss Ella's lustful behavior, sucked and pinched and pulled at her swollen hot nipples. Ella moaned softly as her fingers tried to wrap themselves around Jack's slick cum-covered shaft, still hard and throbbing as she stroked it, coaxing out the last of his thick load.

Jack got up and dressed himself, boldly staring at Miss Ella's beautiful naked body. She smiled and made no effort to cover herself, knowing that a line had been crossed in more ways than one. She knew that Jack would stay on at the plantation; she knew that eventually he would stop sleeping in the barn, forever. She knew that uncounted sexual pleasures awaited them both--something that had never before been part of her life. Now, the possibilities seemed endless.

In the months to come, Jack helped Miss Ella rebuild the farm and protected her from the many hardships as best he could. After seven years as a slave, he soon found that the rewards of being in a partnership with Miss Ella were beyond anything he had ever imagined. Life on the plantation would forever be difficult, and true equality was not really a possibility in the Old South.

But Jack came to know that as the months went by and Miss Ella's inhibitions fell away little by little, he would come to be a king in her eyes when they were in bed together; and he would forever think of Ella as a true goddess.