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"You really must meet my poor sister," sighed the woman lying beneath me, thoroughly impaled on my striving manhood but, having climaxed a half dozen times, losing interest in our endeavors.

"Poor sister," I managed, holding her hips and rotating my own, hoping to reach my own peak once more, knowing I would fail but still enjoying the attempt. She was bung hole tight, canal deep and very slick.

"Oh yes," she said impassively, gritting her teeth and arching her back, "they think her a terrible tease, poor thing."

I withdrew and flopped beside her, long and soggy and satisfied enough for our afternoon encounter. What I wanted was a full night and a very long morning with the young lady, whose quim was slim and active, deep and exciting but lacking endurance and experience.

"What's her problem?" I asked, not in the least interested, my fingers playing in her tangled hair.

"She gets little or no pleasure from the act so she pretends and often gets caught at it. In addition, she is a terrible tease."

"Think you said that. Hard to believe, much as you seem to enjoy it."

"Oh, I do, indeed I do," she sighed. "But now I must dress for the general's party. So, if you will excuse me." She rolled out of bed and found her shift.

"How old is she, your sister?" I sat up and watched her dress, my thick rod in my hand, finding it stimulating to see her lace her stays over her lush body, popping out her sizable dugs with their large, brown tits.

"Twenty-five," she said. "Twenty-five and widowed. Isn't that sad?"

I nodded and got my feet on the floor, my prod having risen manfully. I kissed the lady firmly despite her protests, put her hands down on the foot of her bed, one of my favorite positions for a woman, tossed up her fancy shift and took her from behind before she could complain again. In it went, right to the hilt as I banged my belly against her globular bottom and remembered a farm girl back in Fredericktown, a long time ago.

She squealed and moaned for a bit but soon was heaving back at me as hard as I was thrusting into her. She shuddered and spasmed, her body sagged, her knees shook and she gasped out, "We must stop, please, please. Be a good boy."

I withdrew, content, but still randy. She dropped to her knees, took my ram into her warm mouth and sucked deeply for a minute or so. Getting no results, she released me, kissed my pike's huge head and dismissed me with a wave.

That Saturday, bathed and shaved and bearing a note from the foxy lady with whom I had spent a very tiring morning the day before, I appeared at her sister's nearby brick home, ready for action. A black servant admitted me, and I waited in the parlor, examining the garish art and leather-bound library. When the young woman finally appeared, seemingly in some haste, she was dressed all in black as befit a widow and with her chin lifted and her eyes sparkling, looked as if she had just arisen from a bed of lusty lovemaking.

I stood, bowed, and handed her the envelope her sister had given me. While she read, I studied her. She was a slim, fine looking woman with a lovely countenance, outstanding posture and a stirring body. I had pictured some sort of drudge and was very pleased to find I was being asked to horse a true beauty.

"My sister is a funny one," she said, tearing the note in half and tossing the pieces into the fireplace. "Have you known her long?"

I smiled thinking that 'long' was exactly how I had known her. "No," I said, "only for a week or so."

"And she believes you can help me solve my, ah, my physical problem?"

"So she said. I'm certainly willing to try." I ventured a smile and a small bow.

"Did you see the gentleman who just left?" she asked, producing a small fan and using it.

I shook my head.

"He did his best, sir, several times, and he is a gentleman of some experience who fancies himself a prime lothario."

"I may have better equipment," I suggested with another smile.

"Ho," she said. "I doubt that. But I felt almost nothing while he, I must say, enjoyed himself at great length and in several positions."

"Great length may not be the problem."

She smiled. "Are you hungry?"

I licked my lips and stepped closer, cupping her lush breast and bringing my mouth it its pink nipple as I popped it from its lacy nest. Two licks and nibble, and it swelled and hardened very nicely.

"Please," she said, holding my head to her chest. "I need some time to rest, to recover. He was most insistent. I'll ring for some food. We were hard at it for more quite a while." She tucked her upright breast from sight.

An hour so so later, well fed and impatient to discover the depths of the lady's predicament, we adjourned to her huge bedchamber, undressed and rolled into her canopied bed. Her body was as spectacular as I had assumed: long-legged, wide-hipped, full-breasted and all the rest including a deep nest of wiry hair between her long legs and a most impressive mound.

"Such luxury," I said, as I recaptured her upright breast with my mouth.

"Yes," she moaned as she wiggled beneath me, "but what good is it? The men all enjoy themselves, at least they say they do and they seem to. I feel almost nothing."

"Perhaps we should try the hayloft," I suggested.

She laughed, but then as I spread her legs and entered her, her eyes widened, and she gasped and arched her back. "Wait!" she cried.

I paused, hardly into her moist and warm cunny more than four or five inches, feeling her gradually spread. I held it there, pulsing and jumping, while I stayed up on my elbows and enjoyed the feel of her bare body against mine, her quivering lips on the skin of my aching prong. Her hand slid down between us and grasped my thick shaft. It trembled at her light touch.

"Lor," she said, "you are surely well suited for the task. That is a fine and noble weapon."

I backed it out a bit and rocked my hips from side to side. "I'm not a boy," I told her, eager to get started.

She took her hand away, lifted her legs somewhat higher and linked her feet in the middle of my back. She clamped her soft mouth into a thin line and nodded.

I sank it into her, pushing hard, and she squealed. "No, no, please, I can't," she cried, and I slowly withdrew with the intent of spearing her a hundred or so times, of mashing her deeply into her mattress. She pushed on my chest and shook her head negatively so I grabbed her buttocks and rolled us over. Then she lay atop me, my prong barely into her, its head dripping, her breath coming in rapid gasps. I helped her sit up, and as I did I felt my mast sink up her channel, all the way up. She made a very odd noise in the throat. She was glove tight, throbbing.

"There," I said, helping her get comfortable in the saddle, grinding our bellies together, "how does that feel?" I flicked a finger tip at her bulbous clit, teasing it out.

"Like I've a fencepost within me," she said, her hands on my stomach, lush breasts hanging toward my face. My phallus jumped and lurched but I tried to remain at ease, enjoying the feel of it. She began to move, very gently to and fro, rocking on my loins, her tongue in the corner of her mouth and her eyes closed, concentrating. She moved forward far enough to kiss me and then rocked back. "I've never tried this." I held her hips gently, steadying her, stroking her.

In a few minutes her movements became longer and stronger and then, seemingly out of the blue, she spasmed and shook, arched her back, spread her arms wide, sighed and fell on her back between my legs, nearly tearing my pike from my groin. I quickly rose, got my knees between hers and went back to work, in and out, in and out, holding her hips and thrusting hard, her thighs upon mine. I could hear our bodies slapping together and her labored breathing as blood roared in my ears.

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Rebel 1777Chapter 38 Paulina

Since I was in town I rode out to check on Sarah and Jean, the two girls we had rescued from the Hessians earlier that winter. They were living with a farm family that had lost two chidlren to the smallpox and seemed to have settled in right well. Neither had become pregnant as a result of their repeated rapes and both were happy to see me and insisted that I stay for supper to see how well they had learned to cook. I did and they had. Their sour apple pie was as good as any I ever...

Rebel 1777Chapter 39 Clare Clarissa

We rode right into it and paid the price; two of my company dead plus the driver and footman shot off the carriage. I rolled from my wounded horse and scrambled into the weeds and thorn bushes while George galloped off in the other direction, going for help I certainly hoped. It was a whole company of howling Germans, blue jackets with red facings, and they laughed and gabbled while they searched the dead and pulled two women and a well-dressed man from the rig. I had not been told who we...

Rebel 1777Chapter 40 Faith

I once got to play the knight in shining armor, but of course in my own shabby way. I was eating and drinking in a tavern near the river when the stage stopped and seven passengers trooped in to dine. The group included one striking woman in a long purple cloak. She stood out from the crowd, like a rose among toadstools, not only because of her dress, but because of her cool poise, striking posture, curly brown hair, dark eyes and voluptuous beauty. She was a fine, healthy woman, perhaps...

Rebel 1777Chapter 41 Ann

For the next couple of months, things went on much that way. The British sat in the towns, enjoying life among the Tories as best they could, eating well and rogering regularly, I'm sure, and Washington worried about where they were going and had his recruiters out far and wide seeking replacements for his still-dwindling infantry companies. We heard all sorts of rumors, even a report that a big Redcoat and Indian army was coming down the lakes from Canada, but basically it was a waiting...

Rebel 1777Chapter 42 Seanna

When I reported back Captain Foster smiled and said I was just the man he wanted to see. Peter McGinn and I were the only members of the company in town, and there was a visiting officer who had asked for some protection while he scouted about and got to know the country. The officer was a portly Frenchman who spoke almost no English but had with him a young woman, who he claimed was some sort of relation and who acted as his interpreter. We just assumed she was his doxy. The four of us set...

Rebel 1777Chapter 43 Rodney

In April, I had an interesting experience with an officer's wife and one of her sons. She was Angela McG-- and he was her oldest, Rodney, a good-sized lad of sixteen, fuzz-faced, long-legged, gawky and eager to get into the fight. He wanted to join the army like his quartermaster father, and she did not want him to. Captain Foster sent me to see her, and I am not sure whether or not he thought he was doing me or her a favor. She was a healthy and handsome woman in her mid-thirties. She had...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 28 Helen

I had one more side trip on my way north, again a pleasurable one although it involved a lot of hard work and very little killing. A woman stopped me from beside the road just after I had topped a rise. She held up her hand and smiled at me, sharing a fine and gracious look. I dismounted. I always had a thing for redheads, and this woman had a rich, dark, auburn mane that flowed well down her back. She was handsome and she knew it. There was pride in her stance. "Need some help," the big...

Rebel 1777Chapter 44 A Pair

Catching the general was much easier than it should have been. He was traveling without a guard detail, just the driver and an armed footman on the seat. We shot them both, tore open the door and found a portly man of fifty or so in a long-tailed red coat, a trim captain less than half that age, a stylish woman of perhaps thirty and a frilly girl that might have been twenty. The women claimed to be the wife and daughter of the general, although I doubted that from the first sight of them, and...

Rebel 1777Chapter 45 Skirmish

In May I reported that it seemed the British were getting concentrated down toward Amboy. Captain Foster decided that meant Philadelphia for sure, and I warned the ladies in Trenton to be prepared to run for it if Howe's big army came their way. It took me two pleasurable days and long nights to do that. Washington then moved down to some wooded hills in what the locals called the Watchung Mountains, to keep a closer eye on the British. While his much healthier and somewhat larger army dug...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 32 Arabella

It took me almost another week to make my report and find that Dan Morgan, Captain Foster and most of my fellow scouts were being pursued by Tarleton's legion in a hit and run series of fights and skirmishes. The British were hitting and we were running, deeper into the hills. By then, just after Christmas this was, Morgan had crossed the Broad River heading west, and, we found out a week later, Greene had moved the rest of his raggedy army, perhaps a thousand men, out of Charlotte and set...

Rebel 1777Chapter 47 Caught

Then Howe's big army just up and vanished. Captain Foster was fit to be tied and gelded. "What the hell do you mean, they're gone?" he yelled at me when I reported I could not find them. "Where did they go? When did they go? What the hell have you been doing? No, don' tell me." "I think they got on ships," I said. "I was all the way down to Hazlit before I ran into pickets and sentries. Fellow in a tavern said he had seen two hundred ships out in the bay. I asked him if he counted...

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