The Reconstruction Of Lauire Ch. 3

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Laurie woke up the next morning before the sun came up. She had a restless sleep and was even afraid to go back to sleep. She was frightened she would dream again of Moses and her having sex. She lay in bed thinking how she could have dreamed of such a thing. How could that even come to her mind even though it was unwillingly? To have a dream about another man besides her husband, even though he has been dead for years, was bad enough; but for that man to be a black man, a former slave, was unimaginable. Yet she did imagine it in her dream and it filled her with shameful dishonor.Laurie finally did drift off to sleep and was grateful she didn’t dream of Moses again. When she woke up, she was irritated and angry. She was irritated from lack of sleep and angry at herself for having that dream. The woman was also angry at Moses even though she knew she had no right to be. She was angry at the large black man because he invaded her dream of her husband and turned it into a nightmare. She was angry at him for getting whipped even though it was not his fault. She was angry with Moses because he would not be able to go to town with her and would be laid up for a few days while he healed. She would have to do all the work herself.Laurie was also angry at Melanie Flanagan for being such a whore and her father for beating her because of it and blaming it on Moses. She was angry at the Night Riders for whipping Moses and then most likely hanging an innocent man. Laurie was angry at the world that morning. The red-headed woman had always had a temper, but as of the past several months, her temper seemed to flare up for no particular reason. Even though she knew it was wrong, she took that anger out on Moses. The man just stood there as Laurie yelled at him for the smallest reasons or even no reason at all. He would just say “yes, Ma’am or no Ma’am” as she yelled and sometimes berated him. That made her just angrier and she would scream in her head for the large black man to fight back, but he never did. Laurie put on her corset, the only pair of pantaloons she had left, and then her going-to-town dress. She had lost much weight since the war started and her pantaloons were loose and the corset was loose around her waist but still hugged her breasts as it pushed them up. Laurie Sinclair always had nice breasts since they started to develop. Even now at age thirty-eight, they were still firm and they were tipped with rosy pink nipples. She brushed her long, lustrous red hair and then did her best to style it like she once had become accustomed to before the war. She did care how she looked but others did and people were more inclined to buy from a woman who took pride in her appearance. Laurie did not wear makeup like some of those Yankee carpetbagger wives or those painted harlots who worked in the sporting houses. A true Southern Lady relied on her naturally attractive looks and would not lower herself to paint her face. Even after the hardships she suffered, Laurie Sinclair was still that, an extremely attractive woman. Laurie wished she had her hair curler so she could add to her slightly long curls at the tips of her hair, but that was long gone with most of her jewelry and other personal possessions. Some damn Yankee officer’s wife is most likely using it right now, she thought. She was angry at all the Yankees that morning also, but that was nothing new. She hated every one of them all the time. She tied her hair with ribbons to try and control it.She had woken up earlier than normal when she went into the small city of Milledgeville. Without Moses, she was going to have to take the longer route and avoid going too close to Shanty Town. The black man had been right when he told her there were bad men on the roads. When Moses went with her, any man or even a small group of cutthroats, thieves, or worse would think twice about assaulting them. Moses’s size intimidated most people. She would have her pistol, but she was not a very good shot with it as she was a rifle or her shotgun. While her father had taught her to shoot a rifle and how to lead birds with a shotgun, he never taught her how to shoot a pistol. Laurie was a crack shot with both her shotgun and a rifle and could outshoot many of the men in the county, but with a pistol, she could barely hit anything unless it was close enough to spit on. Laurie walked downstairs and into the kitchen and started a fire in the stove and pumped water into a coffee pot. Laurie checked the coffee pot and frowned. This was the fourth day she would have to reuse the coffee grinds. She enjoyed her coffee in the morning and sometimes in the evening. Most women drank tea, but Laurie liked coffee ever since she was a girl when her father would sneak her sip or two of his when her mother was not looking. She could buy more coffee at Donovan’s Mercantile in town but it was expensive. She would have to buy other things she needed first before she splurged on coffee. Laurie laughed harshly. Other things, she thought, I need everything.As the coffee was brewing she went to check on Moses. She would have to change his bandages before she left. She found the man sleeping on his back in the small bed. He did not have any covers on his body and was shirtless and wearing only worn thin white linen drawers. They were clean but no longer white. Age had worn them thinner and the white cotton had faded to a yellowish-like color. The same color as her undergarment.Laurie stared at the man and once again she felt her nipples tighten. The drawers seemed too small for Moses, they were most likely not even his, and some he had scrounged somewhere, and they hugged his muscular buttocks tight. His muscular body reminded Laurie of a stature she had seen in London on her honeymoon; an ebony bronze statue of the Greek warrior Achilles on display at Hide Park in London. Moses’s skin was darker though but his defined muscles looked similar.Laurie thought of what it would feel like to run her hands up his powerful-looking legs and over his muscular buttocks. What his buttocks would feel like as the muscles tighten as he vigorously thrust his manhood into her over and over again. Her eyes went up to his back and the sight of Moses’s back erased all the thoughts from her head and she felt deep shame and guilt. Laurie felt shame that she was thinking of a black bursa escort man in that way and guilt when she saw the bandages on his back that his blood had seeped into. She also felt a renewed anger at Moses for her thoughts even though he was not at fault and anger once again that he got whipped even though that was not his fault either.“Moses!” the woman said harshly. “Moses!” she said louder and just as harshly when he did not stir.The black man woke at the third call of his name and turned his head to look at Laurie.“Lawdy, Misses Sinclair, is it time to go already?” he asked as he began to move to sit up and winced in pain. “I’ll hitch up the mule and we can get goin.”Laurie adverted her eyes and blushed as Moses sat up and the man suddenly realized his body was not covered. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” he said as he covered his body with a wool blanket. “I’m sorry you had to see me undressed like this.” He was looking down at his feet submissively.Moses was a free man now, but eighteen years of slavery had been embedded into him. He also knew that even being free that if a black man even looked at a white woman the wrong way he would be hung from the nearest tree after they peeled to skin off his back with a whip. “It’s ok. Just put your pants on,” she said still in a harsh tone. “I have to change your bandages before I leave.” “You can be doin’ that when we get back, Misses Sinclair,” the man told her. “I’ll hitch up the mule.”“Don’t be a damn fool, Moses!” she yelled. “You are in no condition to go anywhere and I’ll hear no back talk about. Now get some pants on while I make us some grits for breakfast. We don’t have any bacon left and I don’t have time to check the hen house for eggs so it’s grits and a cold biscuit for the both of us. Coffee is going to be weak this morning.” Laurie Sinclair had always been a strong-willed person and stubborn even as a child. She always got what she wanted, not from tantrums or childish outbursts like most spoiled children did. She was spoiled as a child and as a young lady, but Laurie never used that to her advantage except on her father. Laurie was the apple of her father’s eye. He spoiled her and gave in to her with just one of the girl’s charming smiles. Her mother, on the other hand, was different. Laurie’s mother was the epitome of a Southern Lady. Her mother was calm, kind, and gracious. She showed every behavior of a perfect Southern Lady. She was a soft-spoken woman even in anger who was always capable of anything. While Laurie’s father was the master of the house, it was her mother who ruled behind the scenes. She was the most respected woman in the county for her manners, social graces, and integrity and she bestowed that character on her daughter. Laurie more than loved her mother; she worshipped the woman as if she was one of the ancient Greeks goddesses her tutor had taught her about. She looked upon her mother in awe and was even slightly afraid of her and her wrath. Her mother was too wise of a woman to fall for Laurie’s charms and tricks. Laurie had inherited a dangerous combination for her parents. From her father, she got her Scottish temper, which for her father was bark than bite, but from her mother, she received her resolve to carry out her threats. Before she left the room, Laurie picked up Moses worn pair of Brogans. “Why you taken my shoes, Misses Sinclair?” the man asked.“Because you can’t follow me to town without them,” she answered. Back in the kitchen, the woman looked over the worn-out shoes. The length of them was too small for Moses’s big feet so he had cut the toes out of them and the soles had holes in them that Moses patched with strips of leather. She decided to take them with her and get them resoled at the cobbler. There was nothing she could do about the cut out tip of the shoes. Even if she could afford to splurge on a new pair for the man, it was doubtful they had any his size. After a meager breakfast and weak coffee, Laurie washed Moses’s wounds and changed the man’s bandages, she saw no signs of infection and his wounds didn’t smell to be infected. She then went outside and hitched Old Tom to the wagon and left for Milledgeville. She gave strict instructions for Moses not to leave the house and if he had to go outside to stay in the yard area. Laurie took two of her remaining twenty-dollar gold pieces and hid one under the jars of honey she was going to sell and one in her poke along with Moses’s shoes.Moses had spent days searching out bee hives and then smoking them out to collect the nest. Moses and Laurie then removed the honey and honeycombs and bottled them. They had jarred ten jars. Two she kept and would be used sparingly and eight she would sell. Honey would sell for a good price and quickly. Laurie placed the pistol in a cloth poke that held the coin and shoes and hid it under the seat of the wagon. She was not worried about animals. There were no large predator animals like wolves or cougars in Georgia and no one has seen a bear in the county since she was a young girl. There were only two types of animals she had to fear, ruffians and Yankee soldiers on patrol. Both would steal from her and the ruffians would do worse for sure and maybe the Yankee soldiers as well. Laurie left before the sun came up, attaching lanterns to the sides of the wagon. It would take her about four hours to get to town going the route she had chosen and she had plenty of time to be lost in her thoughts. At first, she thought of the times before the War, he husband, her sons, and social events with her neighbors and friends; then as always her thoughts turned to worse times. The night she got angry at her oldest son and her husband when they told her they had joined James Pettis’s volunteers to go fight for the Cause. How she lay in bed that night and cried and begged her husband not to and not to take their son with him. She thought of how her husband told her he had to go for honor’s sake and that the men in the company had elected him captain and he couldn’t let them down. She begged him not to take their son, but he reminded her their oldest was a man now and even he refused to let him go; the boy would run away and join another company of volunteers. What better place for him to be than with me? Her husband had asked her. With me I can watch over him, he told altıparmak escort her. In public, Laurie put on a brave face. How she acted so proud her husband and oldest were going to fight for the Cause and repel the Yankee invaders, but in private she didn’t feel proud, she felt sad and hatred for the Yankees that were invading their country. Why couldn’t they just leave them alone, she thought? She hated Union President Lincoln for raising his army to attack the newly formed Confederacy. As Laurie rode in the wagon to town, her thoughts of her husband turned to the last night they were in bed together. She thought of how he made love to her over and over again until her sex became sore but she still wanted to feel him inside her. She thought of how their bodies were glistening with their mixture of sweat. She thought of how he used his mouth and fingers on her sex to bring her to orgasm when he tickled her small pleasure nub with his tongue while his fingers found that delightful spot inside her. Laurie thought of how after each orgasm her husband gave her she had cried knowing this was the last night she would enjoy her husband in that way for a long time. Unlike most Southern people who believed they would “whup them Yankees” in a week or less, her husband knew better and told Laurie the War could last years. That last night with her husband was the last time she had been touched by a man in that manner. The last time she felt the blissful ecstasy of orgasm. That was over six years ago.As Laurie made her way to Milledgeville she tried to think of something else, her memories of sex with her husband seemed to be dominating her dreams and her idle thoughts as of late. She soon felt her nipples become erect and wet between her legs as she had such indecent thoughts of her husband.Laurie was a prim and proper Southern Lady and knew such thoughts were not becoming a woman of her social stature, but she also was a sexual and sensual woman who highly enjoyed making love with her husband. From the very first time on their wedding night when she had her first orgasm, she wanted more, many more; and her husband gave her many more. She knew it was indecent to have such desires even for her husband, but she didn’t care. She wanted him always.Laurie wanted his kisses, his hands and mouth on her shapely breasts and pink nipples. She wanted to touch his hard manhood and stroke it as they kissed and explored each other’s bodies. She always wanted her husband to use his fingers and mouth on her sex and penetrate her with his manhood and make love to her. They were in love and married and she could not get enough of her husband and he could not get enough of her. Laurie even enjoyed it when her husband showed her other unseemly positions to make love. He would have her get on top of him as he lay on his back in the bed or the embarrassing position of her on her hands and knees on the bed while he took her from behind. She particularly enjoyed that position because it made her feel submissive to her husband when they made love. Feeling submissive to her husband’s sexual desires excited her when he took her.The first time while on their honeymoon he took her harder and rougher than normal, she had screamed out in pleasure over and over as he thrust powerfully and deep inside her sex. When he brought her to orgasm, Laurie had wept from the sheer pleasure of it. Then he took her again right after he climaxed inside her just as hard and rough. He took her many times that night in the same manner and left her sore and exhausted before he was even finished with her.When Laurie awoke the next morning, her husband was gone from their bed in the Hotel in London they were staying in. He left a note on the pillow explaining he went to get them breakfast and would be back soon. Laurie lay in bed and tried to sort out her emotions from the previous night.Her husband that took her that night was not the man she married and their lovemaking had never been as it was that night. He had hurt her and used her brutally through a mad and wild night and she had gloried in it.Laurie knew she should have been ashamed, should shrink from the memory of hot swirling darkness. A real lady could never hold up her head after such a night. But stronger than shame was the memory of the rapture of the ecstasy of her surrender. Her husband was insatiable in his primal desire to take his young new bride in such a way. When her husband had returned with the breakfast and told her to get dressed and eat, Laurie smiled at him, uncovered her naked body, and asked him to come back to bed to take her again the way he had that night. Her sex was sore and her body ached, but she wanted more.Her husband had laughed at her and told her she needed to eat. Laurie then begged her husband to take her again. She could not believe herself! Her, Laurie Campbell Sinclair begging a man, begging anyone! That was unlike her but she begged. So strong was her need to have her husband inside her again she was willing to swallow her pride and beg the man.Her husband chuckled and removed his clothes and joined her in bed, telling his beautiful redheaded bride to turn over. Laurie did without hesitation as exposed herself in a vulgar manner to her husband. He knelt behind her, took her arms and her head fell to the bed. He held her wrists in one hand behind her back and penetrated her in one powerful thrust. Laurie screamed out in both pain and pleasure. Her husband then took her and took her hard and brutally and the young woman relished in it and orgasmed twice before he had finished. Even after years of marriage and bearing two sons for her husband, their sex life never diminished. There were many times he took her as he did that night and many nights they made love and were intimate and passionate with one another. Laurie found both ways equally satisfying. As she made her way on the wagon, she tried to drive those thoughts from her head, but she couldn’t. She started to become angry and frustrated as the wetness between her legs increased and her nipples became painfully erect. She cursed Moses aloud for getting whipped and was angry at him. If he was with her then her thoughts would not be consumed with sex, she thought. She could talk to him about other things and keep her mind occupied with something görükle escort else. Her angry thoughts seemed to work and she no longer thought of her husband, at least for a while, but soon they once again came unbidden to her mind. She was thinking of how she used to lay in bed, naked and with her pale legs spread. How her husband would have her head in between them and use his mouth and fingers on her sex. How she enjoyed that so much. How she would place her hands on the back of his head and run her hands through his soft, black hair as he pleased her body. Her husband’s soft hair became coarse and shorter and in her thoughts, Laurie opened her eyes and looked down. Her husband’s face was black and had turned into Moses’s. Laurie screamed out in pleasure as the black man penetrated her sex with his long, thick finger. She cried out again as a second huge finger entered her.“Oh, God!” she screamed out. “Yes, ohhh yes, Moses, there, please touch me there!” Laurie cried out as Moses’s fingers found the sensitive pleasure spot inside her sex that her husband used to expertly find and stimulate. Moses grinned up at the older white woman. He then lowered his head and placed his mouth over her pussy and his tongue found her little nub, now swollen from arousal. Laurie gripped his head tighter and again cried out in pleasure. When the young black man quickly brought the older white woman to orgasm, Laurie’s back arched and her stomach and thigh muscles tightened and loosened in rapid succession over and over again as she screamed out in ecstasy. After her orgasm ended, Laurie lay on her back in a euphoric state, panting and whimpering as she enjoyed a feeling she had not felt in such a long time. Moses was not done with the woman yet though and his sexual need had yet to be sated. The large black man got off the bed and undressed in front of the white woman. Laurie watched as he took off his shirt and under drawers. She could not look away as the man undressed nor did she want to.She made an audible gasp when Moses took off his shirt and then another when he took off his drawers and exposed his black, magnificent, muscular body for her. Laurie looked down and saw his black manhood was erect and jutting out between his legs from a patch of coarse dark hair. She wanted, no needed, that manhood inside her. Moses grinned as he got back on the bed and Laurie spread her legs slightly apart and Moses knelt on his knees between them. The man grabbed her thighs roughly and spread her legs further apart. Laurie lifted her body off the bed slightly and reached up and started running her hands over the man’s large, hairy chest and dark nipples. She could feel his hard manhood pressing between her legs. “Take me, Moses, please take me now,” the woman told him as she moved her hips, trying to get the man to penetrate her sex. Moses moved his hips to avoid penetrating the woman, grabbed her arms forcefully, and pulled Laurie to him so that she was now sitting up in the bed with her legs draped over his large, muscular thighs. Moses wrapped his strong arms around her waist and crushed his body to hers and lowered his head to kiss her.Laurie eagerly moved her head to meet his and she parted her lips slightly and Moses pressed his big lips on her smaller ones. She gasped out a whimpering moan into Moses’s mouth when he brought one hand to her chest and started gently teasing her erect, pink nipple with his fingers. “Please now, please Moses, make love to me now,” she begged as the man started kissing her neck.“Shhh,” he whispered into her ear. “I want to enjoy your white body first.” Moses grabbed the wrist of her right hand and guided it to hand to his manhood. She wrapped her loosely hand around his erection and started to run her hand up and down his shaft. “You like touching my black manhood, don’t you?” he asked whispering in her ear.“Yes, Moses, dear God yes,” Laurie admitted as she touched the younger man.Moses pinched her nipple harder and Laurie cried out from the pain and pleasure of it, but she still ran her hand up and down the shaft of Moses’s manhood. In her lust and need to have the black man, the older white woman could not force herself not to touch him there. She gave another cry but this was in frustration when Moses’s fingers left her nipples. She wanted him to keep pinching it hard. She wanted to continue to feel the painful pleasure of it. Laurie opened her mouth to tell Moses to keep teasing her nipple but before she could say a word his large lips touched her and kissed her with powerful passion. Laurie moaned into his mouth as she parted her lips and sucked his tongue into her. As they kissed fiercely, she felt Moses’s large black hand run down her stomach and then between her legs. Still kissing him, Laurie cried out a third time when one of Moses’ large fingers entered her wet sex.Laurie moved her head back and looked into the man’s dark brown eyes. “Now, Moses, damn you, Moses, put it in me now!” she demanded. Moses grinned at the older white woman. “Not yet,” he told her. “You don’t own me anymore. You remember that, woman. Laurie was strong-willed and stubborn and normally got what she wanted, whether through physical looks and womanly charms or her sheer will. Only one person saw another side of her and that was her husband. Laurie was very similar to her mother when it came to her marriage. She In bed with her husband, however, she was submissive to him and obeyed him in every way. In her thoughts of Moses, she felt the same. She wanted to feel the same with the black man.Laurie felt a big bump in the wagon and heard Old Tom braying that brought her out of her perverted daydream. She had not been paying attention and the mule was old and of poor eyesight and he had run the cart into the ditch on the side of the road. “Hell’s fire!” Laurie cursed aloud.The wagon was titled to the right side and both right wheels were in the ditch. Laurie first checked the cargo and it was fine. Not even the glass jars of honey had been broken. She climbed off the wagon and checked the wheels and sighed in relief when she saw both were unbroken. Laurie walked to Old Tom and grabbed his bridle and pulled the stubborn animal trying to free the wagon from the ditch. It would budge. She tried again and again until the mule had enough and refused to cooperate. He was too old and too weak to be able to pull the wagon free.Laurie cursed the mule, the wagon, and even Moses for not being able to come with her and for invading her daydreams with perverted thoughts. She knew with the strong man’s help she could have pulled the wagon free; he was as strong as three men.

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