In `Surprise', we met my wife Claire and saw her masturbate while watching two women enjoying lesbian love in a movie. She said that she would finally make love with another woman, but it had better be quick or she might back out again. She also said that my challenge was to find that woman.
To see the stuff of my dreams, speed was of the essence, and a good deal of luck. Step one would be to find a willing partner to introduce her to F/F loving. Nobody we know sprung to mind as a candidate, so it would have to be a stranger. How to find her? It turned out to be easier than I thought. I surfed the web and found a free e-mail site and an adult contact site. First thing was to get a totally anonymous e-mail address. Armed with that and once I had read all the small print on the adult contact site, I setup a logon id and created an ad.
The ad I had placed asked for an experienced bisexual or lesbian lady to teach my wife the art of loving another woman. It also stipulated that she MUST be a non-smoker. The last requirement was that I could be present and at least watch if not take part. Then I surfed the site looking for potential partners. Five possible candidates and five e-mails later, I took a break. One was an out-and-out lesbian and ranked as the outsider in the field. To jump forward and complete her part in the story, she was the first to reply, but said she did not even want me to be in the house during the encounter. Claire wanted me to be in the house, so she disqualified herself leaving four bisexual women as possibles. One did not reply at all ruling herself out of the equation.
Two of the three others had a profile, which stated they were experienced bisexuals. However one was a smoker so she had to go. And then there were two, one experienced and one like my wife on a voyage of discovery. I replied to the two rejects thanking them for their interest and declining further contact. Now I brought Claire into the picture and showed her the two women. Both had photos on their profiles and both were attractive with the inexperienced lady being the more attractive. My wife decided that she did not want to learn how to love another woman with someone new to the art herself. I wrote back to the inexperienced lady and said we should remain in contact and exchange e-mails and erotic chat. Claire and I wrote to the experienced bi, whose name was Veronica, together explaining a little about what had started the serious inquiries and search. She wrote back saying the story was nice and she would love to show my wife how much music two women can make on each other's body. Veronica was married too, but her husband did not know about her bisexuality.
She did not live very far away from us and we setup a meeting in a local pub for the next Saturday evening. Feeling a little like a spy setting up a clandestine meeting, we agreed on how we would identify ourselves. It was set and had taken a little over a week. Claire said that was fast enough and she had not lost her nerve yet. The final spy bit was that she and I agreed on a phrase each that said yes or no. We agreed that both of us must say yes for the seduction to happen. All this supposed that Veronica found my wife attractive, or even turned up.
On the Saturday, Claire and I prepared ourselves carefully and dressed in the clothes we had described to Veronica and went to the pub. At the agreed time, a lady matching Veronica's description walked into the pub and looked around. She soon spotted us at our corner table and came over to introduce herself. She looked much better in the flesh than she did in a photograph. My wife was by now quite nervous, but Veronica did all she could to reassure her. She did nothing overt in the pub as we talked together and got to know each other a little. Claire relaxed a little more and then said the yes phrase. I felt a wave of joy spread through my body as I too said my yes phrase. My wife smiled at Veronica and suggested we should go back to our place where we could get to know each other in private. Veronica agreed and it was set, my wife was going to have her first sex with another woman!
Veronica was going to follow us to our home. We went to our truck and waited for Veronica to bring her car around. Then we left the parking lot and drove the short distance to our house. We all three went inside and made ourselves comfortable. I served drinks and we all relaxed. Claire told Veronica all about the movie we had watched together and how watching a woman masturbate had turned her on. She went on to say how she simply had to cum when she watched the two actresses masturbating each other and how she rubbed her tits and pussy imagining it was another woman doing it. Veronica turned things up a little by asking if she should masturbate there and then. Claire said yes, so Veronica undid her pants and plunged her fingers inside her panties and started rubbing her pussy. Veronica had her eyes shut as she caressed herself, moaning softly and writhing her hips.
The rubbing became more frantic and her pelvis arched upwards. She moaned louder and then screamed out as she had her orgasm right in front of us. Claire's nipples were hard, I could see them through her bra. Veronica could too as she suggested that rather than stand up next to a tree, the first experience with another woman should be in bed. Claire rose a little unsteadily to her feet and asked me to come with her. Excusing ourselves, we left Veronica and went upstairs to our bedroom.
"Oh God Mike, I am so horny but nervous at the same time. What should I do?" she said. "Do you really want to have sex with her?" I asked. "Yes, do you mind?" Claire replied. "I don't mind and as for what to do, follow her lead. First I suggest that you should take off all your clothes and get into bed and I will send Veronica upstairs," I said. She agreed and while I turned on the night-light, Claire stripped herself naked. She got into bed and lay down and pulled the covers over herself. I asked if she was OK and she nodded. I walked over and kissed her lightly and peeled the covers back to look at her. Her nipples were standing erect and when she opened her legs, I could smell the arousal.
I ran my finger along her pussy crack and she was wet! Covering her back up, I went downstairs to get Veronica. She was finishing her drink and stood as I entered the living room. She walked over to me and kissed me gently on the cheek. "Claire is ready for you," I said. "OK, for her first time, I think just us two girls should be together. I know you want to watch, but your presence will likely distract her. We will leave the bedroom door open so you can hear what happens." Although disappointed, I had to agree with her logic. I decided to wait in my home office, which is upstairs along the hall from our bedroom, so I could hear better. Veronica mounted the stairs and I followed her. At the top, she gave me another peck on the cheek and said, "Enjoy the sounds. Please do not disturb us until we have finished. No peeking for the first time, you will probably see us together later."
I watched her ass jiggle as she walked down the hall to our bedroom. She shut the door about half way and I could see no more. I went into the office and sat down at the computer. It was fairly quiet in our bedroom and then I heard a slight rustle as the bed covers were moved. The bed creaked a little as someone either got into it or moved around. I heard a low moan and what sounded like slurping kisses. There was increased breathing and more moaning as my wife was having her first sexual experience with another woman. Unable to resist, I crept into the hall and looked into our bedroom.
I could see a shape on the bed that was too large for one person, so they were together! Another louder moan and I saw the mass on the bed change shape. A drawn in hiss of breath and a scream followed by a shout of "Yes! Yes!" in my wife's voice. I crept back into the office, but could not concentrate with the sounds coming from our room. I decided to surf the web and inevitably found a lesbian web site. However it was nothing compared to what was happening down the hall. More moans and sounds in Veronica's voice came from the room. I looked at the clock. They had been in there for 35 minutes already. I found another and better web site and was enjoying it when Veronica shouted, "I'm cumming! Oh my god, oh my god OH MY GOD!! AAAAAHHHHH!" The clock said they had been together for 50 minutes when I heard footsteps coming down the hall. Claire padded quietly into the office wearing her robe, walked up to me and threw her arms round me. She looked more than a little disheveled. "You don't think badly of me for what I have done? I do so love you," she said. She kissed me and I could taste pussy on her lips. "No, I don't think badly of you. I am glad you still love me 'cos I still love you.," I replied. She hugged me tighter and said slightly tearfully, "I wasn't sure you would want a lesbian for a wife." I had not expected this reaction and thought for a moment before replying.
"Did you enjoy sex with Veronica?" I queried. "Yes," she replied . "Do you still want to have sex with me?" I asked. "Yes," was her reply again. "Then you are not a lesbian because you still want sex with a man. If you want to put a label on yourself, then you are bisexual. But that does not change who you are. Does that make you feel happier?" I asked her. She responded by kissing me again and nodding. Veronica walked into the office wearing my bathrobe. I could see quite a lot of her chest and her legs. "Let's all go downstairs and have another drink," I said. The two ladies went first and I mixed the drinks.
"Tell me what happened," I said when we were all seated comfortably. Veronica started it by saying, "I could see that she was in bed when I walked into the room. So I walked over to the bed and sat on the other side. I put my hand out and touched a naked shoulder. When I lifted the cover, I found she had nothing on. There was just enough light to see that her nipples were standing up. I stood up and took off all of my clothes before getting into bed. I put my hand out and touched her tit. She did jump a little, but quickly relaxed. I brushed her face with my hand and turned it towards me. Our lips met gently at first, and then with urgency as we both opened our mouths and our tongues were duelling. I got on top of Claire and felt her nipples digging into mine."
Claire continued, "She kissed me and got on top. Her taste and feel was so different to you Mike, much softer and no beard! She put one leg between my legs and rubbed her thigh up between them. I remember moaning as her thigh made contact with and rubbed the outside of my pussy. I threw my arms round her and moved my leg so it rubbed her mound. Veronica then broke off the kiss and moved her mouth down to my tits. Her mouth on my nipples was indescribable and when she moved further down to my pussy, I think I sucked in my breath and screamed in pleasure as she stuck her tongue between my pussy lips."
Veronica took up the narrative again. "She has a sweet pussy and a hard little clitty. I heard her shout "Yes, Yes!" when she started to cum. Did you know she was a gusher? Her juices erupted out of her vagina all over me. I am afraid they made a mess of the bedding too. After her orgasm, we kissed again. To my surprise, she insisted on going down on me and she made me cum too."
"You were not silent! You made quite a noise when you came," said Claire.
"I know, I could hear it all when both of you came," I said. I continued, "I know you licked her pussy Claire because I could taste it on you when you kissed me. Now, how about letting me see some action? I want some of it too!"
The two ladies stood up and approached each other. They embraced and kissed deeply. This was just like the movie. Veronica pulled Claire's rode open and started to caress her tits. Claire responded by pulling Veronica's robe open too. Two lovely women were kissing and rubbing each other's tits in front of me. Claire pushed Veronica's robe off her shoulders and it fell to the ground. Without breaking the kiss, her hand moved between Veronica's legs. Veronica opened her legs to give access and Claire started to rub her pussy. Veronica broke the kiss and took Claire's left tit in her mouth while Claire continued to masturbate her. Veronica helped Claire's robe onto the floor and she moved her hand down to Claire's pussy. Claire's legs opened and the two naked women stood there kissing each other's mouths and tits while they made each other cum. I could see dried liquid down the insides of Claire's thighs so she must have produced a lot of wetness.
This was better than the movies. My prick was so hard it hurt and I had to undo my pants to get comfort. I could not help myself as I started to rub my prick. I needed to cum too. Before I came, the two women both had their orgasms and then saw me playing with myself as I was about to cum. Great streams of cum erupted from my prick as I had a tremendous orgasm. The two women applauded and then started to help me to clear up the mess. We all dressed and Veronica said she had to be going. She kissed me on the cheek and Claire on the lips as she left. Claire and I went up to bed. Our room smelled of female sex and the bedding had several pussy juice marks on it. Naked, we cuddled and Claire said, "Thank you, I did enjoy what I did with Veronica. I never realised how good sex with another woman would feel. Perhaps I should e-mail that first time bi girl and suggest she and I meet?"
"Good idea! Now how about sex with a man?" I asked as I started to kiss her.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Re-enactment
In `Surprise', we met my wife Claire and saw her masturbate while watching two women enjoying lesbian love in a movie. She said that she would finally make love with another woman, but it had better be quick or she might back out again. She also said that my challenge was to find that woman.
To see the stuff of my dreams, speed was of the essence, and a good deal of luck. Step one would be to find a willing partner to introduce her to F/F loving. Nobody we know sprung to mind as a candidate, so it would have to be a stranger. How to find her? It turned out to be easier than I thought. I surfed the web and found a free e-mail site and an adult contact site. First thing was to get a totally anonymous e-mail address. Armed with that and once I had read all the small print on the adult contact site, I setup a logon id and created an ad.
The ad I had placed asked for an experienced bisexual or lesbian lady to teach my wife the art of loving another woman. It also stipulated that she MUST be a non-smoker. The last requirement was that I could be present and at least watch if not take part. Then I surfed the site looking for potential partners. Five possible candidates and five e-mails later, I took a break. One was an out-and-out lesbian and ranked as the outsider in the field. To jump forward and complete her part in the story, she was the first to reply, but said she did not even want me to be in the house during the encounter. Claire wanted me to be in the house, so she disqualified herself leaving four bisexual women as possibles. One did not reply at all ruling herself out of the equation.
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Sunday, March 30, 2008
The Rave
"WOOO!" Emmalee Sydow shouted as she and her best friend Nathan hopped into her little green Geo. "School is finally over!" "Well, for a week anyway." Nathan answered. "Yeah but the day seemed to last even longer today." "That's just because you're excited about tonight."
"Fuck Yeah!" Emmalee said. The 'tonight' that they were talking about was the biggest rave of the year. It was called 'Walk On Water' and they had been looking forward to it for a while now. I guess that I should describe Emmalee. Well, clothing-wise she looked like your typical candy kid.
Everything and anything baggy, shiny, and neon that glows. Her body was great, a bit too skinny if anything. She was about 108lbs., 5'6, her chest was about a 36B. In the face, Emmalee was beautiful. She had very pale skin, light blonde hair, and light blue eyes.
Alot of people told her that she resembled Courtney Love, or Emma from the ex-Spice Girls. Anyways Emmalee and Nathan were heading to Emmalee's house to pick up some money and some E-tab and a little bit of Speed to take tonight, or to sell. They picked it all up and started on the hourlong trip that it took to get to the place.
When they got there, there were a few kids that they knew helping to set up the D.J. stage. They had promised to help finish the setting up, so the each took some decorations and set some stuff up. About an hour later, people started showing up. Pretty soon the big warehouse was filled with glittery kids with glow sticks. Emmalee mingled for a while talking to people that she knew from other places. She suddenly caught sight of her friend Mara. "Hey Mara!" Emmalee yelled to get her attention. Mara didn't hear, so Em walked up and tapped her shoulder. "Em!!" Mara said and hugged her. "So how about this party?" "It's okay so far, I'm just wandering you know?"
"Yeah, dance with us!" Mara said, gesturing toward her and another girl. "By the way, this is Suzanne. She's my cousin from San Fransisco." "Hey," Emmalee said to Suzanne. Suzanne nodded, "Hey." While they were dancing, Emmalee looked at Suzanne. She was really pretty, one might say hauntingly. She had dark red hair, with blue eyes which were painted up with black eyeliner, and her thin frame was decorated with a silver sequined tupe top and a black skirt.
Her lips were her most alluring feature, they were dark red and very lush-looking, they gave her sort of a gothic look which was very sexy. Suzanne looked over and noticed Emmalee's stare and smiled. Emmalee looked away quickly not wanting to give her the wrong impression. "Well Mara, I gotta go find Nathan, make sure he's not lying in a gutter somewhere..." "Cool, maybe we'll see you later."
"Right." Emmalee walked off, feeling embarrassed. She found Suzanne very sexy, but this was the first time that she had ever thought this about another girl. She had always promised herself that she would remain straight because being bi-sexual was turning into a trend these days. Emmalee shrugged this off and went to find Nathan.
After about five minutes of looking, Nathan appeared behind her. "Where have you been?" she asked. "No questions, dude, Em, you gotta follow me." "For what? I was going to go take a hit, I'm still straight." "Fuck our shit, there's this guy, and he's got like, the best shit I've ever had!
You gotta come try it, it's great." "Fuck our shit? Fuck you Nathan! We bought this specifically for tonight." "Come on Em, we can sell it to some stupid kid, you just gotta try this shit that I'm on and you will thank me." Nathan assured her. "Fine." He grabbed her arm and pulled her back through the throngs of people. Soon they reached a corner, where a guy stood, smoking a joint. "Rawlin, this is my friend Emmalee, the one I told you about, she's gonna buy." "What'll it be?" Rawlin asked her.
"Got any trip?" "Yep, only the best for ya, too. Uhh," Rawlin reached into his pocket pulling out a little baggie containing 3 pills. "Here ya go, 3 greens for you, and I'm only charging you 25 since you're so cute." Emmalee blushed a little and handed him the money. She took the baggie and quickly swallowed the three green LSD tabs. "Great," Nathan giggled, you could tell that he was pretty high. They stood around for a while and watched everyone. Soon, Emmalee started to hear lower and more distinctive sounds.
"Wow, Nathan, you were right, this must be good, I'm goin' already." Emmalee told him. Nathan nodded. "I know." "Let's drift." She said, pulling him out into the crowd.
They were out there for about 15 minutes when Em started to freak out. She clutched Nathan's shirt. "What's wrong?" He asked. "I don't feel good." "Shit." "Yeah, I thnk I'm gonna go to the bathroom." "Okay, meet ya here." "Right." She started heading toward the small bathrooms.
She got there and looked in all of the stalls. Most of the toilets has blood and vomit in them, which made her feel even worse. She found a semi-clean one and sat down on the lid, cluthcing her head in her hands and crying. She had vomited about 3 times and felt a little bit better, so she got out of the stall and went to the bathroom sink to wash out her mouth. Emmalee exhaled and walked back out to find Nathan. He again, had disappeared. "Damn Him!" She said out loud.
She walked around again, "I swear that this is the worst night of my life, all because of that asshole!" She thought. She decided to go outside and look in the parking lot.
All of a sudden, as she was walking in a dark corner near the doorway, she noticed that there was someone behind watching her. She looked away and tried to concentrate on Nathan, and how pissed she was at him. When she got out of the door, she looked around quickly and noticed that the person was following her. She glanced again and saw a flash of silver. She started to walk faster, she was pretty freaked out. Pretty soon, she had reached the end of the lot and had still not found Nathan. She stopped, and glanced around quickly to try to get another look at who was stalking her, but nobody was there. "Thank god!" She said out loud.
Emmalee turned around and started to walk back into the rave. Suddenly, someone appeared from behind a car. She couldn't see who it was, but they were walking right to her. She stopped, the person got closer. It was Suzanne! "Hey..." Emmalee said to her. Suzanne didn't answer, she just kept walking. "Okay..." Emmalee thought as she turned around, "She must be stoned or something." She thought. Then there was a tap on her shoulder.
No sooner then Emmalee could turn around, Suzanne was kissing her right on the lips. Emmalee pulled away, gasping and looking at her. Suzanne just smiled and raised an eyebrow, then she leaned back over and started to kiss her some more. "Wow," Emmalee thought. "My god, I'm liking this alot..." Suddenly, Suzanne's tongue was in her mouth. Then just like that, the kiss was over. Suzanne lead Emmalee back into the warehouse, and they settled in an abandoned corner. "I saw you staring at me earlier," She said to her. "I-I'm sorry," Emmalee stuttered. "Well no, I obviously liked it. Your very cute, you know that?" "Thanks."
Emmalee said breathlessly. "You're pretty hot yourself." Suzanne stroked Em's lips, then leaned to kiss her again. This one lasted for a while and then all of a sudden, Suzanne's hand was up her shirt. Emmalee pulled back a little bit. "Do you care?" "I guess not, I've just never been with another chick before you know?" "Hmm," Suzanne said, smiling, "Then I'll make this memorable. Emmalee moaned as Suzanne's soft hand probed around and gently squeezed her tender nipples.
She could feel them getting hard at the girl's fingertips. Suddenly, Suzanne broke the kiss. She moved her lips down to Em's neck and slowly began to lick and suck around her ears and chest. Emmalee giggled a bit. She was really enjoying this. 'I gotta do this more often,' Emmalee thought. Emmalee moaned as Suzanne's wandering lips found their way to her rock-hard nipples. Suzanne began to tease them, first getting them wet, and then blowing cool air onto them, making them even harder. Then she would gently bite them, causing a tiny jolt to go through Emmalee's body.
Then Emmalee felt Suzanne undoing her pants zipper. 'Wait,' she thought, 'should I really go through with this?' 'Ah, what the hell?' Suzanne stroked Emmalee's clit at first, which Em thought that was the best thing she had ever felt before. She sighed as two of Suzanne's slender fingers found their way up her hole. Suzanne slowly began to move them around, and every slight twitch of her fingers was causing Emmalee to squirm in pleasure. She started to breath harder.
'God this feels good!' She thought. Then, Suzanne suddenly withdrew her fingers. She licked Emmalee's juices off of them and stuck them into Em's mouth. Emmalee laughed and sucked on Suze's fingers. "Wow," she said to Suzanne. "That was cool." "If you liked that, then just wait till I get down there. It's ten times better." With that, she began to kiss Emmalee's lower stomach. Lower and lower until finally she got to right above her pubic hair. Suzanne pulled Emmalee's jeans all the way off, and her pink underwear down to her ankles. She then planted a soft kiss square on top of Emmalee's pussy. She started to lick all the way around Emmalee's sugar walls, and then up the middle of her clit. Emmalee beagn to breathe harder. Then Suzanne plunged her tongue in. In and out, up and down. It was a pattern. "Oh GOD!" Emmalee breathed.
"Fuck....Oh god, Suzanne..." (pant pant pant) "Fuck me...GOD...Mmmm...Shit I'm gonna...gonna...MmmmmmAhhhh..." Suzanne lapped up Emmalee's juice that had begun dripping out of her luscious hole. "Fuck, you taste good." Suzanne said, laughing. Emmalee was still panting. She kissed Suzanne softly on the lips. "Thanks Suze. I really hope that I see you another time, but I gotta go find Nathan." Emmalee hopped up and waved one last time.
"Jesus," Suzanne said out loud. "Christ, now what the hell do I do?" She decided to bring herself off, she was incredibly horny after the interlude. Emmalle had to be the hottest chick she had ever seduced. She slowly pulled down her panties and began fingering herself, using her thumb to stimulate her clit. "Mmm..." Faster and faster, until she was spent. She decided to go and find her cousin, she probably was wondering where the fuck she had gone to.
She had only walked a little ways when Emmalee caught sight of Nathan, laying near a garbage can near the back o the wearhouse. She walked to him and kicked him sharply in the rib. "Hey!" He cried out. "Where have you been all night? I've been looking for you ever since you got me that shit acid." "Dude, Em, just like, don't be mad at me. I've had a shitty night myself. Let's just go home. This sucks." "What all did you take, you look like shit."
"Just E and that acid." "Ok dumbass, how many times have I told you not to synergize?" Nathan clutched his head. "Don't yell." "Alright let's just go home." Then climbed into the Geo and headed off. Soon, Nathan was fast asleep. Em turned on the radio, what song should come one but "I Kissed a Girl" by Jill Sobule. She smiled and sang along.
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Thursday, March 27, 2008
Washing My Underwear
Hi may name is Annette Taylor I'm a 36 year old brunette, divorced and live in the Northern suburbs of Sydney Australia. I'm a sales consultant for an international cosmetic company which takes me all over the state. As you can guess I don't have a lot of time to do housework so I employ a young girl to come in once a week to do the cleaning, washing & ironing. Her name is Chantelle Williams and she's a 19-year-old brunette and has a very trim body. She took the job to help pay for her university studies.
It was Wednesday and I was to due to go up to the Central Coast to make some calls. As usual Chantelle turned up at 8.00am to start her cleaning, I said to her that I was going up the coast today and might be late home. I gave her the agreed $100.00 and told her to lock up when she left. The traffic was a nightmare I'd been going for 1/2 hour and was just about to enter the freeway when I heard on the radio that there had been a 8 car accident on the freeway and it would be closed for the next 2 hours. This was no good to me so I decided to turn around and go home to ring my customers and reschedule for another day. This also gave me some time to catch up on some paperwork that I had been neglecting.
I parked the car and went up to the front door to let myself in, I heard the radio was turned on and up a little louder than I would have liked. As I entered the house, I noticed the vacuum cleaner in the lounge and Chantelle no where to bee seen. I went to go find her to tell her I would be working from home today. As I approached my bedroom I saw Chantelle's reflection in the mirrored wardrobe, she was standing there caressing her body dressed in MY dark blue satin panties and matching bra. She obviously didn't here me come in as she was now starting to pull the front of MY panties up the crack her pussy and mumbling something, then she let go of them and slid her hand into MY panties and started to finger herself.
I could not believe what I was seeing, here was this beautiful young girl I pay $100.00 a week to come in and clean my house and now she was standing in my bedroom dressed in MY underwear masturbating her self. None the less, this site was turning me on and I started to feel a little wet patch forming in my panties. I decided to see how far this situation would go so I entered the bedroom.
Chantelle didn't see me come in as she had her eyes closed concentrating on getting off "Do you like to masturbate in other woman's underwear Chantelle" I said. Shocked by my voice she opened her eyes and pulled her hand out of MY soaking panties. You could see the tears start to well up in her eyes as she said "I'm sorry Mrs Taylor I'm sorry I'm sorry". " Is this what you do when you come here every week" I said "how would you like it if I put on your underwear and masturbated myself in them" while I was saying this I had picked up Chantelle's white cotton panties and sports bra and started to undress myself to put them on.
By this time Chantelle was standing there watching me with tears running down her face and not realising she was slowly rubbing her pussy. I was now dancing in front of the mirror pulling her panties up the crack of my pussy doing what she had only minutes before when I said to her " I wondered why my panties felt a little stiff in the crouch now I know why, I thought it was because you used too much starch in the washing ". I was extremely turned on by now and decided to push ahead with situation in hand (no pun intended).
I walked up behind her and turned her to face the mirror. My underwear fitted her pretty good except her "c" cup tits had trouble filling my "d " cup bra but the panties were a perfect fit. I whispered in her ear " let's see how much starch we can put in these panties" as I slid my hand down her stomach and into her panties. "What do you think you're doing Mrs Taylor", "If you want to keep your job do as you are told" I said as I started to finger her pussy. She started to protest again but as I started to rub her clit her protest turned into moans of pleasure "No woman has ever done this to me before keep going keep going" she said.
I myself had never done this to any woman before but I liked it and wanted more. I started to rub my aching clit on her ass cheeks as she leaned into me and started to pant hard. "Make me cum Mrs Taylor pleassse" she said. I said to her "After you cum darling I want you to wash my panties clean with your piss like I'm doing to yours right now". Her body stiffened a little in shock I don't think she believed me so she slid her hand around her back and up my thigh and realised that I actually was pissing in HER panties and it was running down my leg into my high heels.
This I think pushed her over the edge as her legs parted as wide as they would go. I had to push my leg between hers to keep her from falling on the floor, all the time pulling hard on her clit. Then she screamed "I'm cumming Mrs Taylor I'm cumming I'm cumming" And cum she did. I couldn't believe how much cum this girl had. She was rubbing her pussy up and down my thigh screaming in ecstasy. As her orgasm subsided my thigh started to fell all warm and wet when I realised she was pissing in MY panties as I told her to do earlier. I was still rubbing her clit at this stage so I slid my hand down to let her piss flow through my fingers. It was the most erotic thing that I (and I'm sure Chantelle) had ever done.
When Chantelle had finished she stood up and turned around to face me. She had this evil sexy look in her eyes now and leaned forward and gave me a huge tongue kiss and said, " Now let me help you starch MY panties", and she slid her soft little hand down the front of Her panties. I told her "let me finish washing them first and then you can dry and starch them with your mouth" as I let go the rest of my piss into her waiting hand.
We spent the rest of the day going through MY entire underwear, washing and starching as much as we could. Chantelle told me that she had been masturbating in MY panties since she started cleaning for me, as she didn't have any sexy one's of her own, and loved the feeling of the soft sexy material next to her skin. She said sometimes she would cum in MY panties and just put them back in the draw without washing them.
That was 6 months ago and Chantelle now comes twice a week, once on Wednesdays to clean the house & wash and starch my underwear and again on Saturdays so I can wash and starch hers. In the last month, we have started to recycle all the washing liquid if you get my drift. (PS I've also increased her weekly wage to $150.00 for all the good work that she does).
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Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Marie and her Sarah
It had all began so innocently.
I'm in social work, and was working as a case worker for the state of California. It was my position to meet with single Mothers in their homes, and tell them about each of the different programs and resources available to them. I'd also offer counseling and referrals, and was available to help and assist them in many other innovative ways.
I took my job very seriously. I loved it. I felt so rewarded when I saw these women empowered, setting enriching goals, and making lasting changes in their lives.
Being older like I was, (mid 30's), I loved feeling like a loving mentor to these young women. I loved guiding them, and advising them. Seeing them blossom, with each new positive change. Helping them set in motion great things, due to solid choices and goal oriented actions.
With that in mind, I always tried to be as professional as possible with these young women. Caring and helpful, and always as cordial as I could be.
This was sometimes hard to do, since I am a lesbian. I found some of them to be lovely and attractive, but I always seemed to deal with it effectively if one of them caught my eye- which naturally did happen on occasion. I had never crossed that line, and never intended to.
Then I encountered Sarah.
Sarah had 2 small children. She was very, very shy, and timid - and had a sweet, pleasing personality. She was young - early 20's, and lived in a trailer park, on the outskirts of town. She waitressed part time at a local coffee shop.
At first it was strictly professional. As a matter of fact, for many weeks that's all it was. I was assigned to visit her twice a week. Yet from the very first moment I laid eyes on her, I immediately felt something, although at the time I could not exactly pin point what it was.
Something was so very, very sweet between us. I felt it immediately, and I sensed that Sarah did too.
She was absolutely gorgeous, and it took my breath away every time I would see her. She was a Mexican girl, with long flowing dark hair, and the most beautiful hazel - green eyes, I had ever seen.
She had a luscious figure, curvy and rubenesque. And her breasts; she had huge breasts - they must have been double D at least.
She had this shy, sexy smile; almost coy. I loved her smile, and I loved her mouth. Her mouth was so very kissable and beautiful. It was the most sensuous mouth I had ever seen.
I had to literally swallow hard, and get a hold of myself every time I went to her home on a visit. I'd sit in my car for about 5 minutes, getting myself together - calming my nervousness and feelings of uneasiness.
When I was with Sarah, I always made it a point to avoid touching her at all costs. And I never once looked at her breasts directly. I tried so hard to just do my job, and really actually help this young woman. I was not out to make advances toward her. I grew to care for her, very much.
We went out of our way to be sweet to each other. She was always receptive to the suggestions I gave her, and grateful for my time. She'd help me with my coat and my attache case.
She was the perfect hostess, always offering me something to drink, and some of her homemade cookies. She knew my favorite was oatmeal chocolate chip, and that my favorite tea was cinnamon apple. It seemed that she would go out of her way to make sure she always had them on hand for me. I noticed her "loving" attention regarding this, and it brought a smile to my face many times.
One day, something utterly surprising happened. A day I'll never forget.
We were at her trailer and it was very, very hot. Her swamp cooler was a little on the Fritz, so we were both a little hot and uncomfortable.
Both of her small children was napping in one of the bedrooms, towards the other end of the trailer. Suddenly one began to cry. Sarah got up to comfort the child, and I sat in her living room alone.
As I was sitting there, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. It looked like a diary. Sarah's diary? I wondered to myself, as I stared at it. It had a pen inside, holding & marking the page where she had left off.
Something came over me. I wanted to know what she was feeling and writing.
Something tempted me so much, and I quickly put the feelings of shame out of my head, and lifted her diary to see and read her words.
I opened the page, and there were the words I'll never forget. My heart pounded as I quickly scanned the page. In Sarah's own handwriting were the words....
"Ms. Jenson is coming over again today, and I can't wait to see her again! How can I tell her how I feel? That I want her so much. That I want her with my whole being. With my whole heart and my whole soul. Ooooh I want her to own me. I want to give her my body. I want her to use me harddd. I want to be her sluttttt..."
I was absolutely stunned; absolutely speechless.
There were many other entries, which I quickly scanned. The entire diary was about ME. About how she felt for me.
"I want to feel her hands all over me, feeling me up all over." she wrote.
"Ooooh all I do is think about Ms. Jenson. What am I gonna do? I want to be her fucktoy so badly, I acheeee! I want her to fuck me, and use my body for her pleasure. I want her to take me and useeee me up!"
"I love Ms. Jenson. I love her soooo much. I want to be her little girl. I want her to be my sweet Mommy. I want to be hers. Her sweet and naughty little girl. I ache for her to use me, and make me nasty. For her to make me her whore!".
And it went on and on and on. Filth and lust, along with passion and devotion and love. Page after page, after page - dating back weeks to when we had first started our sessions. I was utterly shocked. Instantly my body reacted and I felt my nipples harden, and my vagina start to fill with nectar. I was in a state of disarray and suddenly did not know what to do.
Quickly, I put the book back exactly where it lay originally - my heart pounding so loudly in my chest, I almost thought I would faint - as I heard Sarah's footsteps heading back towards the living room.
My heart continued to pound. So loudly in fact, that I prayed she would not hear it, but was almost sure she could.
It was so hot in the trailer. It was as if in the past 4 minutes, the temperature had just jumped about 10 degrees. Sarah saw the look on my face. I was red and flushed with embarrassment, and shock, and arousal all at the same time.
Sweetly & softly she said, "Are you all right Ms. Jenson? Please let me refresh your drink."
"No, I'm all right" I said, and jumped up to leave. I had to get out of there.
"Butttt.... but you just got here". she stammered. She looked in my eyes and I could not meet her gaze and so I looked away.
As I nervously got up to leave, my knee knocked against the table and the diary fell to the carpet. We both looked down at it, as the pen fell from the place she was trying to keep and the book flew open, sitting on the carpet exposed.
SHIT ! I thought.
I was blushing profusely, and then suddenly she knew.
Her eyes filled with tears, and she turned to look away. Then she put her hands to her face and began to cry.
"Ohhh Ms. Jenson!" And she ran back towards the back of the trailer.
I chased her and caught her, and then I took her in my arms lovingly.
I just held her and held her, as she cried.
I stroked her hair softly and held her very tight, and we did not speak for several, several minutes.
Somehow we knew from that moment on, that it would never be the same between us. I was not sure at that moment, if I should continue working on her case. I was confused and torn.
I stopped all of my thinking and my mind got very, very quiet. I was not sure what to do. I let my heart lead me.
I led her back to the living room by the hand, ever so gently; and then I sat her down lovingly onto my lap.
After many, many long moments passed - I realized that this was a very defining moment for the both of us - one that would live in each of our memories forever.
Sarah cried and cried, as I held her so sweetly to me. I did not know what to say for the longest time, so I just held her and stroked her face and her hair. She would not look at me, but at the same time, clung to me very tightly and snugly like she would never let me go.
I began to speak and whisper to her, as softly and lovingly as I possibly could....
"Sarah.... I am soooo sorry I read your personal diary. Can you ever forgive me?"
She did not answer me, but squeezed me tighter.
"Sarah I am so sorry darling. I should have never done such a thing. I will have your case assigned to someone else, and resign my position as your case worker. I am so sorry." Here I was calling her darling, which I had never done before, as tenderness overcame me.
At that point I went to gently place her onto the couch and I got up to leave.
Through her tears she began to speak....
"Pleaseee Ms. Jenson, please don't go. Pleaseeee... Please stay, I need youuu...."
Her voice was so soft and so pleading. It had the sweetest, most innocent "little girl" quality to it. It made me literally weak in my knees. I was so helpless as to what to do, at that moment. I stood there as she looked up at me from the couch and continued on....
"I am soooo sorry, I feel so ashamed. So dirty and so twisted. Can you ever forgive me, Ms. Jenson" Sarah wailed.
I walked quickly over to her, and put my fingertips tenderly to her lips to quiet her.
"Ohhhh no, no darling, it is I who feel ashamed, and who should feel ashamed, not you." I stammered.
"I should never have read something so personal. It was so wrong of me. I do not deserve to be your case worker, or to be a case worker on any case."
I said, disgusted with myself, and I started to walk towards the door.
She got up to stop me. She reached for my arm, and reached to hug me to her.
She then took me in her arms. I felt her breasts mash firmly against mine, as we held one another so intimately, and so snugly and lovingly. I had to literally catch my breath, as so many sweet emotions ran through me.
Sweet and loving emotions flowed through my whole body, for this darling and beautiful woman. This precious and special girl. I think I knew then, that there was no turning back.
After several long minutes, just holding one another, I kissed her cheek softly. And then I did so again. And then she kissed my cheek and then before we both knew what was happening, it happened.
We were looking deeply into one another's eyes. Nose to nose, eyes level with eyes. The chemistry had been building slowly, sweetly, and subtly with each of the passing minutes before this - but now, it seemed to suddenly ignite.
We both leaned in, and for the first time our lips met. Softly. Very softly at first.
Then again. And then again.
Lips upon lips. Breasts mashing, as our bodies held snugly and firmly against one another.
Then she kissed me full on the mouth. Then I kissed her back, and we begin to kiss torridly - our kisses becoming deeper and deeper, fuller and fuller, overflowing with passion; brimming with deep emotion.
It was soooo hot. I felt like I could not get my tongue deep enough into her mouth, nor she mine. We literally tried to force our tongues nearly down one another's throat.
We stood there and necked and kissed for about 15 minutes. And then we retreated to the couch.
I placed her onto my lap again, and we continued our kissing and touching.
Licking each other's tongues. Kissing ardently and torridly, as deeply and hotly as humanly possible. I felt as if some sultry volcano had erupted and set forth all of this sweet, hot, fervor of emotion as both of our hearts and bodies ignited into fire.
I squeezed her tightly to me, and did not wanna let her go. Ever.
I placed her hands upon my breasts, as she touched me for the first time.
She timidly begin to kneed and massage both of them with each of her small hands. I could tell from the way that she shivered and the excited, yet shy smile that came to her face, that she loved it.
As we licked tongues, our hands were everywhere, and I got to squeeze and feel her huge breasts in my hands for the very first time, through her blouse, and underneath her bra.
As I did so, Sarah squealed lustfully...
"Oooooh yes, Ms. Jenson.... feel me.... touch my breasts... Squeeze them.... feel me UP.... Ohhhhh yessssss..... Feeeel me up... Touch them.... Ooooohhh yesssss.... Ohhhhh pleaseeee..."
After I man handled her breasts, I grabbed her ass hard and squeezed her to me, forcing my tongue deep into her sweet, sensuous mouth. She moaned into my mouth, taking my tongue and returning every blazing kiss.
This whole first time experience with Sarah, was breath taking. It was absolutely euphoric. I thought I would pass our from sheer joy. I felt so happy inside. I felt like I was in heaven, and literally pinched myself a few times to remind myself that I was not dreaming. Yes, this was real.
This was all real and actually happening. I whispered these feelings to my sweet, darling angel Sarah. With tears in her eyes, she whispered back softly to me.....
"Oh Ms. Jenson...... You don't know how long I have wanted this. I have been aching for your kiss, for your touch for soooo long...... For so long now..... I didn't know how to tell you. How to approach you about how I was feeling.... And now.... Now I am so happy.... soooo happy....."
And with that we continued to french kiss and to hotly grope one another once again. The passion flaring up again, and igniting into fuller flames.
I glanced at my watch, and we had been kissing and making out for nearly 90 minutes. At this point we were now just holding and caressing each other - she still on my lap.
I took her face in my hands, and I whispered softly to her words neither of us will ever forget...
"Sarah, I love you too.... I think I have loved you for a long time..... but I think I kept pushing the feelings away..... I love you, and I want you... I want you too.... I want you with my whole being...... With every part of me, I want you... I've never ever wanted anyone else like I want you, sweet darling..... Ever...
I want you to be my little girl... I want to be your Mommy..... Will you let me be your sweet Mommy, Sarah ? Will you be my babygirl ? I'll be so good to you....." I cooed lovingly to her.
She looked deep into my eyes, and then kissed me so passionately. No one had ever kissed me with such fervor ever before in my whole life. I felt it go right through me, as we both shivered with delight. Sarah later told me that no one had ever, ever kissed her with such passion and intensity either. She described our encounter as the most beautiful and emotionally moving event, in her entire life, (other than the births of her 2 children). I felt exactly the same way, and told her so.
So as the moment seemed to stand still, I felt Sarah get up from my lap, and slowly fall to her knees. She took both of my hands in hers. From her knees she then looked up at me ever so sweetly, yet innocently and whispered to me in the most sensuous, little girl voice....
"Oooooh Mommyyy..... that would make me sooooo happy..... Please own me Mommy... Make me yours.... I'll do anythinggg.... Anything you want, just own me.... Use me Mommy... Use me for your pleasure anytime you want... For anything you want.... I want to be your babygirl... I want you to own me and useeee me......Pleaseeee ..."
I nearly fainted right there. My knees had no strength in them. None. I was in heavennnnn.
I grabbed her and held her so tight, I thought she was gonna break. Then we kissed again, over and over again - hard and deep and with everything each of us had. We did this for several minutes, until we were both nearly out of breath.
And so this was how it was to be between us from here on out. This was what we both wanted and needed so desperately.
Back at work there was a regional meeting that I absolutely could not get out of, starting within the hour. Tearfully we both held one another lovingly at the door, not wanting to let go.
She handed me her diary to read for the evening, and I told her I would come over tomorrow. Tonight I wanted her to really think and ponder in her heart, if all of this was what she truly wanted. To be my lover. To be owned, and controlled and used by me. To be my property. And above all, to be my "sweet little girl".
Sarah looked at me with the most loving gaze, and agreed to think about what we had talked about today. But I could feel in her kiss, and in her touch that this was what she wanted.
I went to leave, and as I approached the door, I again held me in her arms. She looked at me with pleading eyes, and placed my hand over her breast so that I could feel her heart beating. She went into her little girl voice, and whispered......
"Mommy..... this is what I want... This is what I have dreamed of for soooo long... Please make my dream come true.... Allow me to serve you, and be your slave, and be your sweet, devoted babygirl..... Pleaseeeee... Pleaseeee Mommyyy.... I am begging you..."
I answered her with my eyes.
Smoldering kisses followed, and then I left her reluctantly to attend my meeting.
I returned home briefly to freshen up before the meeting. I looked at myself in the mirror, before I redid my make-up. My hair was a mess. Lipstick, mine and hers was smeared all over my mouth and face. My eyeliner and mascara needed reapplication due to my tears. When I went to change my underwear, they were completely drenched. Soaking with my sweet honey - they were literally wet and sopping to the touch. Closing my eyes, I shuddered as I felt them in my hands, holding them to my nose - my thoughts drifting back to my sweet, luscious Sarah.
Needless to say, I could barely concentrate throughout the meeting. I was so light headed, so distracted - in another world.
My boss asked me.... "Marie, are you all right ?" I muttered some excuse about feeling that I might be getting the flu.
Very concerned about me, she said... "Marie, take tomorrow off. I'll have Debbie reschedule all of your appointments. You look so tired, and like you really do not feel well. We can manage. We'll see you on Monday."
I had not taken the day off since Thanksgiving, and knew I deserved it. And I knew at this point, I desperately needed it. Each torturous minute could not pass quickly enough, as all I ached for was to rush back into the waiting arms of my beautiful, and breath taking Sarah.
With trembling fingers, I read every word of Sarah's diary that evening. I could not put it down. When I glanced at the clock, as I was finishing the last page, it said 1:38 am.
It was beautiful. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever read. And it was all about me, and all about her, and how she felt about me. All of her dreams, and all of her innermost thoughts. Her fantasies and deep desires to have me as her Mommy. All of the things she was too shy to say and express.
I wanted to read and read. I wanted more and more. I wanted to fill my mind and my soul with every single word, and hold it inside forever.
Needless to say, I could barely sleep that night. Tossing and turning.
Sleep eluded me. I felt exhausted, yet almost high from sheer bliss. My lips were bruised and sore, and my tongue sensitive and nearly painful, from all of our impassioned kisses.
I could not even wait to hold Sarah in my arms again, and to make love to her for the first time. I knew that we could not wait, and that it would have to be next day.
I knew that I had to give Sarah my heart. I knew that she was gonna surrender her whole being to me, and so we had to consummate it as soon as possible. Tomorrow would be the day.
I called my good friend Tracey.
"Marie, what time is it ? Are you okay ?" she muttered in a sleepy, groggy voice.
I knew it was late, but I knew I could count on her to help me. We'd always been there for each other. She agreed to watch Sarah's children for me tomorrow, (which was Friday), and throughout Saturday also, until Sunday.
My next phone call was to the Hilton ocean view in Parkland. It was gonna be a glorious couple of days. I smiled to myself with glee, and tried to then get some sleep. I got a few hours, but with such happy, delirious thoughts, it was very difficult.
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Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Johnny Reb - Part 2
About eleven o'clock in the morning on the second day since John had left, Ashley said a prayer over the graves of her parents. As was her habit, she laid what wildflowers she could find by their small stones. She missed them terribly, her father most of all. She could still hear his voice when she closed her eyes at night, telling her the stories he told her as a little girl. Stories of the old country that his own parents had told him when he was young. Her favorites were his tales of the little people, and how he always promised her that some day she might find one of their treasures and live happily ever after. "This land is my treasure, Papa," she said to the empty air. "And I'll never let anyone take it from me."
The sudden sound of a horse at the front of the house caused Ashley to jump to her feet, interrupting her prayer and vow. It seemed these days, horses usually meant Yankees. Having learned her lesson in a way that would never again be far from her mind, Ashley now made sure her daddy's rifle was never far from her side. Making sure it was set and loaded, she rushed back to the house around to the front entrance. To her relief, there was but a single horseman. More so, the coat he wore was far from Union Blue. Her face filled with joy as she saw the face of the rider. "John!" she cried out as she lowered the gun and ran around to the side of the horse. She stopped cold for a second when she saw the ripped leg of his trousers and the dark red bloodstains on the dirty material. "Oh God," she cried even louder, "you're hurt!"
"They just nicked me a little," he said as tried to dismount, only to practically fall into her arms. Thankfully, John was small enough for Ashley to carry him into the house. She doubted that he would've been able to make it on his own. Carefully, she led him to the small bed she'd made up in the living room. "Let me look at this," she said as she grabbed the bowl of water she had poured earlier and dipped a clean rag into it. John's assessment that they had only nicked him turned out to be true. The wound in his lower calf had been bloody for a while, but was already clotted. Carefully she washed it and then wrapped his leg in a bandaged she had boiled clean. "What happened?" she asked, now that she was sure he wasn't badly injured. "It's over," he replied, a touch of deep sadness in his voice. "What's over?" Ashley asked, clearing away the bowl and washrag. "Lee surrendered to Grant two days ago," John explained, "At some place up by the Appomattox River."
"Two days ago," Ashley said, wondering if Sergeant Rourke and Private Butler had known that. Not that it really mattered. "But how did you get shot?" "After I got rid of the bodies, I started back along the Wilshire Road," John began, sitting up on the edge of the bed. " I came across some more dead Federals. From the look of it, they'd only been dead an hour or so. Old habits die hard, I guess, so I checked them for anything I could use." Ashley recalled him doing the same with the two soldiers the day before. He had left whatever food he had found in their sacks with her. "I found this bag on a Yankee Major," he said, indicating the worn pouch he'd strapped to his body, "and I guess I was so tired by that point that I didn't hear the patrol that came up behind me." He handed the bag to Ashley who was surprised to find it very heavy. More concerned about her new friend that some war booty, she put in down alongside the bed.
"Two of the dead men were in civilian clothes. I don't know if they were Southerners or Yankee scouts. One of their horses was still there, and it didn't carry no Yankee Army brand. I jumped on the horse and took off, just as that bunch of blue bellies came up on me. I guess they figured I was the one that bushwhacked the dead Major." "Thank God you managed to get away," Ashley said in relief as she wiped some of the grime from his face. "Hasn't been a Yankee born that could catch me once I'm on a horse," John said with a touch of pride. "Course they can get lucky once and a while, that's how I got this," he added, indicating his injured leg. "Well you're safe now," she said as she stood up, a memory of her beloved Stephen boasting of his horsemanship in much the same way. Until the day a lucky shot had ended all of their dreams. "You just rest now." "But I wanted to tell you ab ..." "I said you just rest," Ashley repeated in the tone she used to use when she cared for her younger brothers. "There'll be plenty of time to talk later."
On top of the long hike after he'd disposed of the bodies, John had been in the saddle for almost a day, avoiding the Federal Patrols that seemed to be everywhere. Once he finally gave in to the wisdom of her forceful suggestion, he slept for the rest of the day. The sun had already set by the time John finally stirred. Ashley had made a stew out of vegetables from her garden and a squirrel she had managed to catch. Compared to the hard biscuits he had been living on, John considered the simple fare a feast. After dinner, Ashley had carried enough water from the well to at least half fill the tin bathtub that her husband had sent all the way to Baltimore for as a anniversary gift. She started to help John undress, but he quickly objected to the idea. "Don't be stubborn," she admonished him. "I was a married woman and I helped raise two younger brothers. I've seem what a man looks like under all that filth. Let me help you, you're hurt." "I'll manage," John insisted. "Men!" Ashley said as she threw up her hands in resignation and left him to bathe alone. "Just make sure you don't get that bandage wet," she added. While John bathed, Ashley had found some of Robert's old clothes. They might not be a perfect fit, but at least they were clean. Averting her eyes in deference to John's silly need for modesty, the twenty-three year old opened the door to the small washroom halfway and pushed the pants and shirt inside.
John emerged a while later, looking cleaner than he'd probably been in weeks. With his blond hair cropped short and his face lacking even the semblance of facial hair, he now looked even more like the teenage boy Ashley had first taken him to be. Robert's clothes were a little loose on him, so he'd use a small piece of rope as a make shift belt. Despite his earlier rest, he was still a little tired. Ashley insisted he take the bed, and in this case he was too drained to argue. They talked for a while and learned a little more about each other. Ashley told him of her life and how she had lost her husband and two brothers in the war. When she mentioned her younger brothers who were serving out west, John said he shared her hope that they might have survived. Inwardly, having seen so many of his comrades' fall as much to disease and infection as enemy action, he thought it was more than likely that they hadn't. John in turn described how he had grown up on a farm that was smaller, but otherwise not too different than this one. His parents had been much poorer than Ashley's, but still they managed to have a fair life.
He'd joined up with the militia as had all the other young men in the district. It had made his father so proud when he had first come home in his uniform. A few months later, one of the neighbors had written him to say that both his parents had died of the fever. When Ashley inquired about any brothers or sisters, since it was unusual for a farm family to have only a single child, John reluctantly explained that his mother had such a hard time with his birth that the local doctor said that another pregnancy might kill her. Something in that answer seemed to increase the fatigue that he felt and he faded off to sleep soon after.
Sitting in her Grandmother's rocker as she watched John sleep, Ashley began to find herself filled with long buried stirrings. Aside from the incident with the Yankee soldiers, which she considered an act of violence rather than passion, it had been almost two lonely years since she'd been with a man. There had been nights she had given in to temptation and pleasured herself, but it really didn't compare with having a warm body pressed against hers. John was more boy than man in many ways, she said to herself, yet he was already older than she had been on her wedding night.
Additionally, if you factored in the life he'd led, and what he had seem in his short years, then he was almost older than Stephen had been the night they'd first made love. "Listen to me," the twenty-three year old chided herself in response to her thoughts. "Next I'll be telling myself he deserves a reward for saving my life." Deep down however, Ashley knew that whatever the reason she finally gave herself, she didn't have the strength of will to continue her long abstinence. There had been too many empty nights to let a chance for a brief happiness to pass.
Ashley rose from the chair and undid the ribbon that held back her hair. She shook her hair loose and then used her hands to straighten it as best she could. Reaching behind her back, she undid the few buttons that held her dress together. She laid her dress on the chair, following it a minute later with her undergarments. The dim light of the remnants of the fire illuminated her nude form as she ran her hands up and down her body, stopping as she cupped her breasts. Her mounds, like the rest of her body, were no longer as firm as they once were. Too many days of hard work and missed meals had taken their toll. Still, she was sure John wouldn't be disappointed. Lifting the blanket she had draped over him, Ashley climbed into the bed and pressed her body next to his. She wrapped her arms around him, drawing him to her. For the moment, she was content just to share his warmth. With a feeling of comfort she had so missed, Ashley closed her eyes and drifted to sleep.
Ashley awoke hours later, the light of the spring Moon filling the room. John's presence next to her felt so welcome that she was now sure she was doing the right thing. Softly she kissed his cheek, then ran her hand across his body. Silently, she undid his rope belt to give his borrowed pants enough slack to allow her hand to slide inside. Her fingers reached between his legs as a look of confusion filled her face.
"I'm afraid you're not going to find what you're looking for," a now awake John said. "What happened to you?" a confused Ashley asked as she quickly withdrew her hand. "Nothing at all," John said. "I'm as normal as you." "As normal as ..." Ashley started to say when the obvious suddenly occurred to her. "That's right," John confirmed the look of understanding on Ashley's face. "But you were in the Army." "My father was devastated that his only child was born a girl," John explained as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "So to please him, my Mama raised me to be his son." "And all your time in the Army," a curious Ashley asked, "no one ever suspected?" "I just kept away from the doctors, what little good some of them were," John went on. "Thankfully I was never hurt bad enough to have anyone examine me too closely." "None of the other soldiers ever ..." "I don't exactly have the same sort of body as you do," said the young woman. "The kind that draws men like honey does flies." Ashley recalled that the uniform John had worn was almost as baggy as the clothes she had lent her.
Whatever small bosom it concealed, it was practically unnoticeable. "With all those men around, you never felt ..." The older woman paused for the right word to describe what she herself had felt at that age "desires." "Being raised as a boy, I never did feel toward other boys what girls are supposed to feel," John concluded. "And the only man who ever tried to put his hands on me was an old Sergeant a year or so back. And that was because he thought I was a boy. I never gave him the chance to find out otherwise." Remembering what she, Ashley had to force herself to think of John as that, had done to the two Union soldiers, she shuddered to think what had happened to the sodomite inclined Sergeant. "It's all so unbelievable," Ashley said. "I guess that sort of changes your plans for tonight," John apologized. "I'm sorry." "It doesn't have to," Ashley said, a mischievous gleam in her eye.
Years ago, when Ashley had been at Miss Thompson's School for Young Ladies, she had learned a marvelous secret. Fourteen and filled with the urges that came with emerging womanhood, she had been taught by one of the older girls a lesson in how to deal with those newly discovered drives. It was a lesson that definitely hadn't been part of the school's curriculum. The girl, whose name she remembered was Leslie Ann Barnes, was two years older than Ashley. One cold winter night, long after Miss Thompson and the rest of the staff had retired for the evening, Leslie had slipped into Ashley's room. With a gentle hand, the older girl had taught her how to satisfy those urges in a way that would allow her to go to her future wedding bed still a virgin. In the months that had followed, Ashley spent many quiet nights exploring both her body and that of Leslie, learning how to both receive and give pleasure. In time, those sessions grew to also include some of the other girls that Leslie had taught. Only her summons home the following summer to help care for her younger brothers after her Mother's passing ended the sharing aspect of her special education. At least until she married Stephen.
"Do you trust me?" Ashley asked John. "Yes," she answered. "Then just relax and let me show you something I learned when I was about your age. Something wondrous."
Ashley unbuttoned her brother's borrowed shirt, discovering a thick bandage wrapped around John's chest, an important part of her male identity. Carefully she undid the covering until John's small breasts were exposed to the warm night air. Ashley thought they were so much nicer than her own, firm and compact with bright pink nipples at the center. She ran her fingers over both nipples, feeling them grow hard at her touch. "Mmmm," John moaned at the first touch of a hand not her own. "That feels nice."
"I know things that feel even nicer," Ashley smiled, remembering the nights spent with Leslie. An expression long absent appeared on John's face and an emotion thought dead filled her breast. An emotion called Joy. Ashley kissed the tips of John's small breasts, tickling them with her tongue. All the while her fingers massaged the soft flesh around them, sending a tingling sensation across the younger girl's chest. John was wrong, Ashley decided, when she insinuated that the she had an unattractive body. True, she hadn't been gifted with those attributes that men so prized, but out of her filthy uniform and cleaned of all the grime, she was very cute. As she continued to play with John's breasts, Ashley became aware of John's hands on her own. The smaller girl began hesitantly touching the larger mounds.
"It's all right if you want to play with them," Ashley laughed. "In fact I'd like it if you did. I'd like it even more if you kissed them." John's eyes lit up as she brought her head down to Ashley's bosom and began licking and kissing the warm flesh. If anything, Ashley thought, she resembled an even younger girl suddenly playing with a new toy. "You're doing very well," Ashley complimented. "Just kiss them like you were kissing someone's lips." "I've never done that," John said as she suddenly stopped what she was doing. "You've never kissed anyone?" a surprised Ashley asked. "Just my Mama and Papa," John answered, "but I don't think that really counts, does it?" "No dear, it doesn't," Ashley said, thinking that she had kissed her first boy at thirteen. Yet when she thought about it, Ashley shouldn't had been surprised at John's admission. After all, growing up masquerading as a boy, who would she have had the chance to kiss. "Well that's something we'll have to change right now." Ashley sat John up on the bed and pressed their lips gently together. It was a brief kiss, the kind John had seen her parents give each other hundreds of times.
"That was nice," John said as their lips parted. "Can we do it again?" "Of course," Ashley promised, "but this time, I want you to open your lips. You're going to feel my tongue in your mouth. When you do, I want you to tickle it with your tongue. Do you understand?" "I think so," said John, now eager to try anything Ashley suggested. As their lips touched, then opened to allow their tongues entry, Ashley remembered the first time she had tried this with Leslie. Back then, she had been the one in John's position. To her delight, the excitement of the moment was no less with the situation reversed. They kissed three more times, each embrace longer than the last. A world never imagined was opening for John, one that she wanted to explore to the fullest. They kissed a fourth time as Ashley totally undid John's belt and help her out of her pants. The girl wore no underwear. Ashley didn't remember seeing any when she had earlier taken away her dirty clothes. The question of how John handled her time of the month came to mind, but she quickly dismissed it as a question she could always ask later. Ashley's hand, now much rougher than she would've liked it because of all the labor she did daily, moved between John's legs. No longer surprised by what she found there, she quickly found that most sensitive of spots and began rubbing it with her fingers. "Oh, that is wonderful," John gushed, remembering Ashley's earlier promise. "Is it better like this?"
Ashley asked as she moved her fingers in a different way. "Or do you like to do it like this instead?" "I've never done this either," John said. This, Ashley found harder to believe than the fact that John had never kissed before. How could a woman, even a hidden one, not even accidentally discovered the pleasures her own body was capable of. Even before her first night with Leslie, Ashley had know that it felt good when she touched herself there. Yet John insisted that it was true. She knew that men could pleasure themselves. Many times, late at night she had heard fellow soldiers moaning in pleasure as they played with their cocks. The first time she had heard it, she had quietly crept close enough to actually see what her fellow soldier was doing to produce such a reaction. Knowing that she lacked the equipment to do that to herself, she wrongly assumed that only men could do it. In her sheltered life, she had never known a woman who could tell her different. "You actually watched a man play with himself?" Ashley asked, thinking that she had not even seen her husband do that. He would've been too embarrassed to have let her watch. John replied that she had watched it a few times. It had fascinated her.
Even more shocking to Ashley, but seemingly just part of army life to John, the young woman described watching men perform on each other the same unspeakable act that Sergeant Rourke had threatened Ashley with. Once, John added, she had even seen an older soldier couple with a younger one in the way men normally joined with a woman. It was from that example that John had immediately understood what the older man had in mind when he tried to lure her into a similar secluded spot.
The thought that men might orally please each other brought a totally new thought to Ashley. Could a woman do that to another woman? The idea of doing that to any man, even her late husband made Ashley ill. Yet the prospect of trying it on the young woman sharing her bed filled her with excitement. "John," she asked softly, "what those men did to each other with their mouths, would it bother you if I tried that with you?" John immediately agreed. In her simple way of thinking, she reasoned that if women could please each other with their hands the same way she had seen men do, they use their mouths as well.
Ashley parted John's legs over the side of the bed and got down on her own knees. She bushed the thick bush of hair covering the smaller girls mound, then moved her face close enough to kiss it. Following her own earlier advice to John, she kissed it as if she was kissing a lover on the lips, pressings her tongue deep between the folds of the teen's womanhood. The effect on both of them was immediate and electric as they shared a bond deeper than either had ever known. Not even Leslie in their most passionate embrace had ever suggested anything like this. Using her fingers in conjunction with her tongue, Ashley brought pleasures to the girl on the bed that John had never imagined. Pleasures that Ashley joined in as the nectars of John's excitement filled her mouth. Time passed and the strength of those pleasures grew until the smaller girl felt her body convulse with an intensity she had only seen in men dying on the battlefield. Only in this case, the joy of life rather than the despair of death now consumed her body.
"What happened to me?" John asked breathlessly as her body stopped quaking. "You had a climax," Ashley said as she sat next to John, her own heart beating almost as rapidly. "A climax?" John repeated, unsure of the meaning of the new word. "Is that the same as those men playing with themselves had?" "Yes, my dear, it was." "Then I think a climax is the most wondrous thing of all." Ashley just smiled, she wasn't going to contest that point. Nor was she going to argue a few moments later when John asked if she could try and do the same thing to her.
For someone with far less experience than Ashley in matters of the flesh, John proved to be naturally quite skilled at their mutual new discovery. In less time than it had taken Ashley, the just deflowered virgin brought the older woman to a rousing climax of her own. It wasn't as good as some of those she remembered with her husband, but it was far superior than any by her own hand. Still, she reminded herself, this was new to both of them and would undoubtedly get better in the future. That is if there was a future beyond the morning dawn.
That thought brought Ashley back to reality. In less than a few days, she had gone from a deep emptiness to a sudden immersion into the horrors of war. Then, just as quickly, she had found comfort and caring in the arms of someone who had delivered her from that horror. "John," she said as she held the younger woman's hand, "are you planning to leave here soon?" The short haired blond seemed to consider the question for the longest time. The longer she took, the more Ashley feared what her answer might be. "I really have no place to go," John replied. "If you'd let me, I'd really like to stay." Ashley's heart filled with an elation she had not known in years.
Elation cut short when she saw a look of concern on John's face. "What's wrong?" she said, thinking that John might have misinterpreted the question as a desire by Ashley for her to leave. "Of course I want you to stay." "I was just thinking that I'll never be a lady like you are," came her reply. "I've spent too much of my life trying to be a man. I don't know how to be anything else." "That doesn't matter," Ashley said rapidly, her excitement causing her to trip over her words. "I don't care if you live as a man or a woman. Just so long as you live as my lover. We'll sort all of the rest out as we go."
"Then of course I'll stay," John said. "I want to stay with you forever." "It won't be easy," Ashley said, "there are hard times ahead." As full as her heart was at this moment, with the excitement of new love, long years of hardship caused Ashley never to forget her practical side. She didn't want John to make a decision in the afterglow of their lust that she would come to regret later. "I know that you know what it means to be a farmer," she said, "how rough life it can be. But just in case you've forgotten, it's very different than being in the Army. The enemy isn't someone you can shoot back at. It's the rains and the lack of it at times. It's watching your crop die and not having enough to eat, or money to buy what you can't raise or make yourself." "I haven't forgotten that," John said, remembering the hard times on her parent's farm. She also remembered how the love they shared had gotten them through the worse of times." "All that I have, what little it is, I want to share with you. However, most of what I have is sorrow and an uncertain future. I want you to consider all of that before you decide."
"All right," John said after a few moments reflection. "I've thought about it. I'll stay under one condition. Just as you want to share all that you have with me, then I want to share all that I have with you." "Of course," Ashley agreed, knowing that all that John owned was what she carried on her back. It was obvious to her that John had said it just to feel like an equal. "We'll share everything." "Then this," John said as she picked up off the floor the knapsack she had taken off the Union Officer and dropped it between her and Ashley, "is my contribution."
Ashley had totally forgotten about the bag of which John had been so excited about this morning. Curiosity overwhelmed her as John indicated that she should open the bag. The straps quickly gave way and Ashley pulled back the thick flap. Her eyes opened wide and a sense of disbelief filled her. "Mother of God!" Ashley gasped as she looked into the sack. Filled to the rim of the large bag were Federal twenty-dollar gold pieces. "Are these real?" she said, realizing that there had to be a small fortune. "As real as you and I sitting here," John smiled. "I can't believe it," Ashley said. They sat there in silence for the longest time. Ashley was too stunned to say anything.
Although her family had led a comfortable life before the war, they, like most of their neighbors, had always been cash poor. In the dark times ahead, these coins could be worth twenty times their prewar worth. Used carefully used, they could be the difference between life and death. "We have to hide these," Ashley finally said. "So that no one else knows we have them." John smiled at her use of the word "we", a sign that she already thought of them as belonging together. A sign that after all those long months of just surviving to the next day, both John and Ashley had a reason to think about the day beyond tomorrow. "We can hide them in the morning," the younger girl said as she closed the bag and reset it on the floor. "Right now, I want to try all those things you showed me again."
The two of them fell back into the bed, locked in each other's arms. For the briefest of moments, just before she felt the touch of John's lips against her own, Ashley thought she heard the voice of her father. "Ashley, my darling," she could hear him say across the years through a little girl's memory. "May you someday find the treasure of the wee people, and with it the love and happiness that I wish for all your days."
And so they did, for all the days that followed. Even long after both Robert and Noah finally came home and met Ashley's new husband.
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Sunday, March 23, 2008
Johnny Reb - Part I
The midday sun was just reaching its zenith as the woman in the faded blue dress stood on the porch. She was looking out to the dirt road that ran along side what was left of the fence that bordered the old farm. The house behind her had seen better days, but that could be said for just about every house in the county here in the spring of 1865. After four years of what had started out as the War for Southern Independence, the tall brunette considered herself lucky to have a roof over her head at all. Many of her neighbors couldn't make that claim. Ashley Walsh had been born on this farm some twenty-three years before. Back then, her family had lived in the main house, built a half century before on the high knoll an eight of a mile up the hill. The house had suffered major damage during a battle between invading Federal troops and Confederate infantry a year before.
After that, it was easier for Ashley to move into the smaller house built by her brothers as a wedding present for her and her husband. Aside from the house she grew up in, Ashley also lost something much more dear during those two horrible days. Her father, Timothy Michael Flynn had suffered a seizure, brought on by the loss of all his family had built, and died right after the opposing armies had moved on. Laying him to rest next to his beloved wife, Ashley had been reminded of what else she had lost in this horrible war. Her brother, William, so eager to rush off and enlist, died early in '62 at a place called Blue Gap. About six months later, her older brother, Timothy, fell at Clark's Hollow. With him in that fight had been their cousin, Michael, who had been wounded so badly that he also died two weeks later. The hardest blow, at least to Ashley, was the loss of her husband, Stephen.
A Captain who rode with Jeb Stuart, he had fallen at Gettysburg back in '63. In all, Timothy and Mary Flynn had four sons who had answered the call to the colors. As far as Ashley knew, her younger brothers, Robert and Noah were still alive. They were serving out west with General Johnston, and no mail had come from them for months. For all she knew, Ashley could be the last of the Flynn's. Still, every night she prayed that she wasn't. At least one a day, Ashley would take a few minutes from her labors and just stare down the road. As impossible as she knew it was, she sometimes hope she might see Robert or Noah coming down the road, headed for home. There was not much else to live for these days, except the hope that tomorrow would be better. The war, which had begun among such high spirits, had gone very badly for the South and the State of Virginia. Two days ago, one of her few remaining neighbors had brought news from Richmond. It was said that General Lee had taken the Army of Northern Virginia off to fight its last battles. It was taken as an article of faith that the end was near. The question on most everyone's mind was what would come after that.
Ashley turned to head back into the house and get back to work. She certainly had enough to keep her busy. Up until a week ago, she'd had the help of another two sets of hands. An older couple who'd had their own farm burned out by the Yankees. They'd stayed with Ashley over the winter, but with the coming of spring had decided to move on. Even if she'd had the money to hire help, there were few able bodied men left in the county that weren't off with the Army. At least those she'd trust to be alone with day after day, or more importantly - night after night. Pausing for a moment, Ashley caught sign of a small group of men on foot, just coming over the rise. They were still too far away to see who they were, or even if they wore blue or gray. Her only certainty was that they were heading her way.
Quick as she could, Ashley went back into the house and reached behind the door, grabbing her father's old hunting rifle. In normal times, the use of such an instrument would be foreign to an alumni of Miss Thompson's School for Young Ladies. That these were not normal times would be overstating the obvious. Ever a practical man, especially when it came to his only daughter, Timothy Flynn had made sure that she knew how to use the weapon, and use it well. With that weapon primed and in hand, Ashley stood on the porch, waiting for the three men to come within earshot. As they had grew closer, she was able to see that they were wearing what at least once had been Confederate butternut and gray. Their uniforms had seem a great deal of use.
"That's close enough, gentlemen," she said in a loud voice, bringing her gun to bear to emphasize her words and the fact that she knew how to use it. "Good afternoon, Ma'am," the man in the lead said, stopping short when he spied the gun pointed at him and his fellows. "We're sorry to spook you if we did, but we were wondering if you could spare some scraps for three tired and very hungry fighting men?" Ashley took in the man with a suspicious eye. He looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties, but wore a long scruffy beard that made him look much older. On the sleeves of the butternut jacket were sergeant's stripes. The second man was dressed no better and of a similar appearance. His sleeves, however, were bare. The third man, who seemed to stay as far back as he could, looked more boy than man. His clean shaven face seemed half hidden behind what looked like weeks of grime.
"I've no food to share," Ashley said, putting the threat of her firearm behind her words. Then, thinking of her brothers who wore the same uniform as these men, she added, "But you're welcome to fill your canteens at the well." "We thank you kindly, Ma'am," the sergeant replied.
They started to move off in the direction Ashley had indicated in search of the well when her curiosity prompted to ask them a question. "Are you part of General Lee's Army?" "Not directly, Ma'am," the sergeant answered. "We here are part of Hamilton's Militia, or what's left of it anyway. The boys and I figured the fighting's over. I heard tell that old General Lee was going to face off against Grant once last time, then it would be all over. Don't seem right to fight and die if you are going to give up in the end anyway." "I can't say as I blame you," Ashley said, thinking of her own losses and the families that might be waiting at home for these men. The days of riding off for flag and glory were long gone, if they ever existed in the first place.
The soldiers filled their canteens at the well, then came back to thank Ashley once more. Before they left for good, she had managed to find a little food for them to share. She liked to think that if Robert and Noah were still out there and traveling some back road, someone would be as kind to them as well. Once they were out of sight, Ashley finally went back to her chores. The visit of the soldiers had left her far behind, but she really didn't mind. After all, who was going to notice?
A few hours later, Ashley herself went to the well to get water to boil some vegetables for dinner. There she found an old battered and torn haversack. One of the soldiers must've dropped it. Curious, she looked inside. There were a few letters and other keepsakes, as well as the usual army fare. It seemed a pity for one of them to have carried it for so long, only to lose it on the way home. She wondered which one of them it had belonged to. Just then, a loud shout from the direction of the road interrupted her thoughts. Startled, Ashley looked up to again see motion on the road. A sudden look of panic filled her normally composed face. This time there were two men, both on horseback, riding up the road. Despite the dust turned up by their travel, it was clear to her that both wore Federal Blue. Letting the worn haversack fall from her hands, Ashley ran as fast as she could for the house, and the protective rifle she had left there.
Ashley's first sensation upon waking was a pain and stiffness in her arms and back. It only took a moment for her to realize why. She was now in the small house, spread eagle across the kitchen table; her arms tied to the table and her legs hanging over the side. Rope also tied her ankles to the bottom legs of the table. As she tried to free herself, she could hear the sounds of someone rummaging through the other rooms, cursing that there was little of value to find. Through a dim haze, Ashley remembered reaching the porch and the waiting gun, just as the two blue clad cavalrymen pulled up behind her. Both had pistols drawn as the closest to her leapt off his mount and onto the porch. She recalled his gloved hand on her arm pulling her backwards, away from her rifle. Then a hard pain from the side of her head which ended in blackness. She could only guess he'd hit her with his pistol to keep her from the rifle. That they had further bound her in this manner, rather than simply shoot her as she was sure they would have a man, didn't bode well.
"Hey Sarge, she's awake!" Ashley heard a voice call out from the doorway between the kitchen and the parlor. Tilting her head, she saw one of the two troopers stepping into the room. He was a tall young man on the early side of twenty, if that, with short black hair and matching mustache. His lower face was covered with a few days stubble. The uniform he wore was indeed the hated Yankee blue. The soldier, whose name she would learn was Butler, now stood silent at the bottom of the kitchen table. Ashley could see his eyes and the look she found there didn't give her much encouragement. Men too long without the company of a woman, especially those immersed in the horrors of war, were capable of anything.
"What are you yelling about, Butler?" Sergeant Virgil Rourke said as he stepped into the kitchen as well. "I said she's awake," the private repeated. "So she is," Rourke said as he moved alongside the table. A cold chill filled Ashley's breast. The look in the older man's eyes made Butler's look tame in comparison. The redhead stoked his tight beard as his eyes moved up and down his helpless prisoner. "It's a good thing we tied this rebel bitch up after we caught her," the NCO said. "It looks like she's the only valuable thing in this lousy place." Fear filled Ashley's eyes at those words, while excitement filled those of the younger soldier. She pulled at her bonds, only to find once more that they were stronger than her arms. "Sarge, are you sure we should be doing this?" the younger of the two said, having a moment of conscience. "Captain Rossi said..." "Captain Rossi's not here!" Rourke snapped back. "Besides, haven't you ever heard of spoils of war. She had a gun in her hand when we caught her. I could've shot her instead of simply giv'n her the butt of my gun."
Private Butler was about to mention that Captain Rossi had also said that once someone was a prisoner, they were supposed to be treated according to the rules. What Rourke said next, however, wiped out any concerns the young man might have had. "Have you ever been with a woman, Jimmy?" His silence answered the Sergeant's question. "Then this is your chance, boy," the older man said. "And with a white woman too. Not one of those darkies some of your friends have been fornicating with." As the Union Army had occupied an ever-shrinking Confederate States, they had encountered a numbers of slaves who had either been freed by previous divisions or had simply run away. Some of the black women had been willing to show their happiness in their newfound freedom in a most physical and satisfying way. Despite his disparaging remark about them, Rourke himself had partaken of their ebony charms more than once.
Jimmy Butler looked down again at Ashley. He had to say she was probably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Not that he had seen a great many of them, excepting kinfolk of course. The woman spread out before him was as tall as he was, with long brown hair tied back with a ribbon. Of course the first thing he noticed about her were her large breasts. They were almost as big as his cousin, Alice's. He'd walked in on Alice taking a bath once and the memory of it still made him stiff. A stiffness that he now also felt as he undressed Ashley with his eyes. Sergeant Rourke however, preferred a more direct view. Grabbing the top of Ashley's threadbare dress, he ripped it open, exposing the pale flesh of her breasts. Butler's mouth dropped open as she saw the dark pink nipples that capped her mounds. It was a lot more than he had ever seen of Cousin Alice. "Ain't they some set of titties," said Rourke as he reached out to touch them. "Don't touch me, you Yankee scum!" Ashley yelled out, using language she had never imagined she would ever use. "Figures a rebel bitch like you would have a foul mouth," Rourke laughed as he roughly grabbed her breast, pressing his thumbnail against the nipple. "Well I have something that I can use to fill that mouth and shut you up." To illustrate his point, Rourke grabbed his crotch with his free hand and pumped his erect cock a few times through his pants. Ashley's face turned pale. The thought of the Sergeant's manhood being used in the manner he indicated, terrified her. Once, right after she had first been married, she'd heard her brothers talking about a girl in the back woods who did such a thing with her mouth. At the time, Ashley had refused to believe it could be true. "I bet you're one of those southern girls who prefers her darkies, aren't you?" the crass soldier said, assuming that all southerners owned slaves. "Just like your men prefer their nigger wenches. Well I'm going to show you what it's like to be fucked by a white man. Then when I'm done, you can give the boy a turn too." Unable to do more than scream in anger, and unwilling to give the Yankees the satisfaction of hearing her do just that, Ashley closed her eyes and tried to bear the unbearable. They might be able to degrade her body, but they couldn't defile her mind. Pushing Butler out of the way, Rourke took up position between Ashley's legs. His rough hands slid up her legs, taking in the softness of her skin. Butler watched as his Sergeant's hands disappeared under the faded dress, gripping the sides of an equally worn undergarment. With strength born of lust, he ripped the material until he could pull it off her body. Ashley bit her lip as she tried to show no reaction. He pushed up her dress to expose her womanhood. The younger man leaned over to look over the Sergeant's shoulder at the bushy brown mound between Ashley's legs. He watched in fascination as Butler took his hand and rubbed it hard against her mound, pushing two fingers up inside her. "Goddamn it, you're a dry bitch," Rourke said as his fingers encountered an unexpected friction. "Well that's just too bad for you." Inwardly, Ashley felt a small measure of satisfaction. Even if it was harder on her, she was thankful that her body hadn't betrayed her. She wouldn't watch as Rourke opened his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. He opened his long underwear to expose his manhood, rubbing it a few times once it was free. Raising his hand to his face, he spit on it a few times, filling the palm with his saliva. He brought it to his cock, rubbing the makeshift lubricant over the head of it. An evil leer filled his face as he guided his cock to the entrance of her womanhood, pressing against it. Putting all of his weight behind it, he pushed his way inside her. Ashley screamed, this was an assault she couldn't ignore. The cry of pain only seemed to excite her rapist even more. Grabbing both of her legs, he began to thrust in and out of her with a savage fury. It was far worse then her first time, for Stephen had been the gentlest of lovers.
"Sarge, did you hear something?" Butler asked as he turned in the direction of the kitchen window. "It's just the fucking horses," Rourke angrily snapped back at him for interrupting his fun. "Now shut up or I won't let you have a turn at this Reb whore." The thought that he might lose his chance to be with a woman bothered Butler greatly, but not as much as the chance that Captain Rossi or one of the other patrols might discover them. Rossi had some mighty particular ideas about how the Rebels should be treated after the surrender that everyone said was coming soon. As much as he wanted to be with a woman, the nineteen-year-old didn't want to pay for it at the end of a rope. Finally, deciding Rourke wouldn't even notice his absence, Butler decided to step outside and make sure everything was all right. He'd be back before Rourke knew it.
As quiet as he could, although he figured Rourke wouldn't hear a Calvary charge right now, the Private undid the lock of the door that let to the outside from the kitchen. As he did, he began to draw his pistol from its holster. He had only opened the door an inch or two when it suddenly slammed back into him with enough force to knock him off his feet. The sudden motion of Butler falling, more than the noise he made as he crashed among the pots and pans, caused Rourke to stop and look up. It took him a long moment to register the image in front of him, not realizing it would be the last thing he ever saw. In the two seconds left to him, the soldier in Rourke recognized the weapon pointing in his direction from a few feet away as an 1860 blue steel army revolver. He remembered the fact that it fired a 44 caliber round less than a half second before one of those bullets shattered the left side of his skull. The force of the close range shot was enough to send the already dead sergeant tumbling away from Ashley and onto the floor. Half of his brains were scattered across the kitchen walls and the manhood that he was been so proud of had already wilted into insignificance. Stunned both by his fall and the loud, deafening explosion that had followed it, Private Butler looked up and saw a smoky figure in butternut and gray. He brought up his own pistol to fire, but was already dead before his finger could close on the trigger. The second shot from the Confederate revolver had passed right through his heart. From the time the door had first burst open on Butler, to the time his heart abruptly stopped, only eight seconds had passed.
Giving the second corpse no more thought than the first, the new arrival turned to Ashley. Only now was she aware that something had happened. She looked up and saw that another had taken Rourke's place at the foot of the table. It took a second for her to focus, then she recognized the face as belonging to the youngest of the Confederate soldiers she had given food and water to this afternoon. "I had come back for my haversack," he said in a low quiet voice. A large knife appeared in the young man's hand, the type of which Ashley had once seen a drawing of in the newspaper. Her husband had said it was called a Bowie knife. The new arrival looked down at the brunette's exposed sex for a brief moment, just long enough to see that the Yankee soldier had died unsatisfied. Then with a practiced precision, he cut Ashley free.
"Oh God," she gasped as she looked down and saw the bloody bodies of her two attackers. "It's no more than they deserved," her rescuer said unemotionally. For a moment, Ashley wondered how he could be so cold, then realized that having been in the army, the young man had probably seen death on a scale as to make what just happened here seem insignificant. "Thank you," Ashley managed to say, holding down the bile she felt in her throat. The soldier merely shrugged and nodded an acknowledgment. Then he said. "They were either scouts or stragglers so I doubt they'll be missed for a while. But we need to get rid of the bodies right away, just in case." As he stepped closer to the window to glance out it, Ashley got her first really good look at him. As it was this afternoon, a layer of dirt covered both his clothes and his face, but she could see enough to reconfirm her earlier thoughts. "He can't be more than a boy," she said to herself, "sixteen years old at most." Then she reminded herself that whatever his age, he had just killed two men in less time then it took him to think about it. It also occurred to her that despite her state of near undress, the top of her dress had been ripped enough to give him a good look at her breasts. That is if he cared to look, which he seemingly didn't. An omission that surprised Ashley. She excused herself for a few minutes while she changed into a fresh but equally worn dress.
As she helped him carry the bodies outside, thankful that he had first covered Sergeant Rourke's face, or what was left of it, with a blanket, Ashley learned what had happened. Splitting off from his companions, the young man, whose name she now learned was John Warren, had doubled back to the farm to look for the haversack he had finally realized he'd lost. When you only own what you carry on you, he explained, the little you had became all the more important. The boy was an orphan she further learned, and was eighteen despite his looks. The letters in his bag had been his last connection with his parents. When he reached the fence at the road, he'd seen the two horses tied up outside. During the last two years he'd seen the accoutrements on them enough times to know they belonged to Yankee cavalry. He made his way to the house, carefully looking into the kitchen window. That had been the noise Butler had heard. If he'd reacted better to his instincts, John had commented, Private Butler might be the one still alive. Still recovering from the shock of everything that had happened, Ashley didn't want to think about where she might be right now if the outcome of the situation had been reversed.
"I've tied them to their horses," John said. "I'll take them about a mile or two down the road and cut the horses loose. With luck, they'll be far away from here before anyone finds them." "I wish we could keep those horses," Ashley said, her mind always trying to be practical and remembering that earlier Federal patrols had taken what few horses they'd had. "They'd be a big help around here." "They carry US Army brands," John said, pointing to the small mark on the closest horse. "No quicker way to a noose than to be found with one of those." Ashley realized he was right.
"Will you come back after you're done?" Ashley asked as John climbed up on the back of the horse carrying the smaller body of Private Butler and started to lead the two horses away. The young soldier looked at her for a moment, a puzzled look on his face. "So we can find your haversack," Ashley said. "It'll be dark soon enough and we won't be able to look for it until morning's light," she lied. Remembering the task that had brought him back to the farm, John said he would be back in a few hours. Ashley waited until be was gone from sight before she headed to the well to get the haversack and the bucket she had left there. She would need the water to clean up what was left of the late unlamented Sergeant Virgil Rourke off her kitchen walls.
Long into the night, Ashley waited for the return of the young soldier. As the hours passed, it got so late she fell asleep in her chair. By the time she awakened to the morning's light, she was sure something had happened to him. A feeling of sadness filled her as she thought of the young man lying hurt or dead along the road somewhere. Or worse, caught by the Yankee Cavalry with the dead bodies of two of their own. Worried as she was, there were still chores that needed to be done. That was if she wanted to go on eating yet another day. Pouring cold water into a bowl, she splashed it on her face and set out to face the day. All through the day, and halfway through the next night, Ashley would pause in her labors and look for John. By the time she finally went to sleep that night, she resigned herself to the fact that he wasn't coming back.
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