My First Time

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My First Time episodes

July 07, 2025 A Daughter of the Revolution: Part 3
Abby and Alec see combat together.In 15 parts, based on a post by Seethegood. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

"Up with you, soldier!" Rose demanded. "It's time we got you some new duds."

The two women dragged out George's old clothes and their sewing kits, then pulled Alec's towel from his hips and tortured him endlessly while measuring his limbs and torso. When they were satisfied, they commenced to modifying the shirts and trousers to fit him better. Abby started dinner and while she was at the cookstove, Alec talked her out of a clean pot, then winking at her went out to milk the cow and design a corral.

Immediately, Rose and June descended and plied her with questions.

"So, did you two fuck?" Rose asked.

"Yes, we made love and slept together," Abby said demurely.

"I say you fucked. How could you not? What a beast he is!" June swooned and threw a hand to her forehead theatrically, while Rose giggled helplessly.

"Was he huge and thick? Did he hurt you terribly?" Rose asked curiously, while her face and upper breasts flushed red with arousal as she pictured Alec driving in her friend. Finally, Abby broke down and giggled along with her friends. She found that discussing her love life with her friends was turning out to be quite exciting.

"Oh, you have no idea! I thought I'd never get him in me. I had to have him do it for me. It hurt like hell but it was also amazing. I came a few times and he blasted everywhere. Then he went down until I thought I'd explode. He's getting very good at that now," she enthused.

For quite awhile as she cooked dinner, Abby went on and on about her experience with Alec, and both her friends grew excited while their little pussies wept in their undergarments as they imagined themselves in Abby's place. Rose's curiosity about one particular thing finally got the best of her and she had to ask.

"Have you decided if you'll share Alec with us? We've been on pins and needles wondering."

"Alec and I have talked and we've decided to do it," Abby replied. June broke in and let out a little yelp of joy and wriggled her ass and tits wildly in her seat while Rose hugged her excitedly.

Abby continued, "I do have a rule or two though. In the beginning, I want to be with both of you and Alec when you're in bed, I don't think I can handle being away and wondering what's going on. Next, I want to sleep with him every night. Both of you can as well, but I will absolutely be there with him," she finished firmly.

"Fair enough, we'll do as you ask without question," Rose said resolutely. She knew what she was asking of Abby, and was still concerned if she was truly okay with it. She gathered Abby in her arms and hugged her gently.

"If you ever change your mind or have some hard feelings, please tell us immediately, don't let it fester up inside you. We love you and care deeply for you and couldn't bear to have you angry with us," Rose whispered in her ear.

Abby kissed her cheek and pulled June in close to buss her as well.

"You two are my best friends ever," Abby sniffled. "There's one more thing though. I'm taking Alec hunting redcoats tomorrow. He doesn't know it yet but that's my plan. I'm uncomfortable with sitting around here so long and I need to get out and look around."

The girls nodded in agreement. They knew how seriously Abby took their predicament concerning the enemy and they relied on her to keep them safe.

"You'll be extra safe, please?" June asked plaintively.

"Of course, dear June. I not only need to look around but I want to see how Alex handles himself. I know he's a soldier, but our way of fighting is nothing like he's been exposed to. I hate to manipulate him, but it's for our greater good to find out how capable he is."

"I hadn't thought of that, but it makes perfect sense," Rose said. "You sure pack a lot smarts in that beautiful blonde head of yours."

Abby blushed and shook her head. "I don't think so, I just try to do what my Papa would do in this situation." June hugged her close, then the three got quiet and misty eyed for a few moments while they thought of their lost relatives.

Alec chose that moment to walk in the door with a pot full of frothy milk. Abby sprang up to take it from him and she poured it in a glass jar, then June went to the nearby creek and fetched some cold water to put it in so it would keep longer.

While Abby finished dinner, Rose and June fitted Alec with a pair of trousers they'd modified while they'd been chatting with Abby.

He patiently stood while they joined gussets of fabric from another pair to allow room for his muscular thighs and firm ass. They giggled when he stepped in them and they tacked the panels together with stitches.

His burgeoning shaft left quite an impression in the material as it hung down his thigh, much to their delight. He started in surprise when Rose ran a soft thumb over the ridge of his tool and she shivered in pleasure when it jerked in response to her touch. He looked down at her and she gave him a sultry wink while she gazed up at him from her position on her knees. She knew he was picturing his cock in her mouth and she licked her lips slowly while he stared down in wonder.

June wasn't to be outdone and she knelt beside him, then daintily stitched an inseam while her soft hand caressed him gently. He let out a soft groan when Abby slid behind him and wrapped her warm arms around his bare torso. She trailed her fingers over his hard pectorals and teased his nipples until he was nearly squirming.

"Agh! You ladies are killing me!" he managed to say, while they giggled softly.

Abby slapped his ass playfully and announced that dinner was ready. Reluctantly, the two seamstresses got to their feet and together the group sat down for dinner. Abby hated to rain on their party but her urge to get out and recon the area won out.

"Alec, would you like to go hunting tomorrow? You can shoot father's rifle in the morning to see where it hits for you, then we can take off for a day or two. What do ya think?"

"Absolutely, I'm ready to go do something. My back is much better and I'd love to go for a ride with you," he responded immediately. She kissed him and rubbed his meaty shoulder.

"Wonderful, I was hoping you'd say that. I think that after dinner we should get some sleep. I'd like to head out early."

He nodded happily, not noticing the crestfallen looks on the other two women's faces. They'd been hoping for a night of fun with him, but they understood Abby's reasons to go active again. These last few days were the longest she'd gone without pursuing her war against the British and she was ready for some action.

Alec finished up and went outside to take a piss, so Abby used the time to thank her friends for understanding.

"I don't mind, really. I've been so long without a man that I can wait a few more days," June said while kissing Abby's cheek.

"Me too," Rose admitted with a long face, then broke out with a huge smile. "June and I will just stay here alone and dream up naughty things to do with Alec when y'all return."

"As long as those things include me, I hope so," Abby said with a smile.

Abby plied Alec with drink until he had a bit of a glow on, then took him to bed. She laid on her side and tucked his face between her warm breasts. In no time he was breathing quietly and dropped off to a deep sleep. June and Rose leaned over him and gently kissed his head, then kissed Abby goodnight and retired to the table where they worked long into the night to hand sew Alec's new wardrobe.

The next morning, the smell of Abby cooking a hot breakfast awoke the cabin. As dawn was just breaking, Alec went out and fired the 50 caliber rifle a few times and got comfortable with the sights and impact of the bullets. Abby continued to cook while paying close attention to the time it took him to reload. He seemed to be quite adequate at it and she peered out to see how well he was hitting his targets, pleasantly surprised to see he'd done quite well considering the rifle was completely new to him.

After breakfast, Abby began to pack her stuff for a 2-3 day adventure and she paid close attention to what he considered essential gear. They worked well together and she was more than happy to saddle the horses and set off.

She led him to one of her favorite ambush locations that she didn't use often but it yielded consistent kills for her. Traffic was generally light with small groups of 2-3 soldiers that she could handle herself using her two rifles. More often than not she'd kill a couple redcoats then the third would hide in the ditch or run into the trees where she'd take him at her convenience. She'd never let one escape yet and hoped not to. She didn't want her sex or identity made known to the officers in command.

When they were getting close to the road she slid off her horse and Alec followed her lead. She tied her mount to a tree about 50 yards from the road and motioned him to do the same.

"It seems we're hunting for a little more than deer or turkey today," he whispered in her ear.

"I'm up for it if you are, but we don't have to," she replied quietly.

He grinned happily and threw an arm around her shoulder.

"You're damn right. I have a score to settle with those bastards."

"Let me tell you how I set up an ambush and you can tell me what you think."

She knelt down and he watched her deft hands pluck a twig and draw a rough diagram of her intentions in the dirt. He was impressed by how aware she was of their immediate surroundings and the thoroughness of her escape plan if things went wrong. Her greatest fear was being captured and she always erred on the side of caution when she could. Her rescue of him was her most dangerous combat action to date and she had no intention of repeating that level of risk any time soon.

She assigned him the responsibility of shooting the first redcoat, and she'd take the second and third if there were three in a group. She watched him while she gave him orders and didn't detect a hint of hesitation or superiority from his sharp grey eyes. She was more than pleased with him so far and gave him a quick kiss as a reward.

She put their plan in action by motioning him forward. She approached the road carefully taking nearly 30 minutes to move just 40 yards closer. She kept her head on a swivel and her sharp eyes swept the area constantly for danger. One time she'd sashayed up to a road while full of confidence and nearly tripped over a redcoat who had dropped his trousers and squatted to relieve himself in the trees. He'd fallen over in surprise and was scrambling for his rifle when she recovered herself quickly and spitted him through the heart with her rapier. It'd been a close thing and a lesson hard learned for her.

She got them settled in and they stayed silent for nearly two hours, waiting for a potential target. Her ears perked up when she heard a faint nickering of a horse. Her ambush location allowed a view of nearly 100 yards in both directions which allowed her to ensure there weren't two parties approaching her at once, which would definitely be a high risk situation, one that would have her hightailing out of there in no time.

Soon enough, two redcoats made an appearance to their left. Both were mounted and cradling their muskets in their arms. Abby got as low as she could in a prone position and Alec followed suit right beside her.

They waited until the soldiers were a mere 20 yards away when Abby breathed, "Now."

Thunder rolled and smoke filled the air. Abby scrambled to her feet and ran out of the smoke while drawing her sword. She quickly saw there was no need for it as both men were on the ground. Alec was immediately at her side and caught up the reins of the two redcoat mounts. She glanced at Alec's victim to see a bloody hole between his surprised, staring eyes.

"Well done, sweetheart," she said in an approving tone. He watched her in admiration when she knelt at each body and quickly searched them for valuables and any documents they might be carrying. It was obvious she'd done this many times, and it fascinated him. She found several silver coins and a few maps that were in a leather wrapped cylinder. One man had a beautiful dagger that she liberated, then handed it to Alec with a happy smile.

"What do we do with the horses?" he asked.

She noticed he was admiring the larger of the two, one that he seemed to be enamored with.

"We'll take that one with us if you'd like. I'd say you earned him today," she said lightly, then sobered up quickly.

"We need to get out of here soon. Help me drag these bastards off the road."

She pulled a small rope from her possibles bag, then wrapped one end around the saddle horn of Alec's new mount and the other end around a dead soldier's ankles. She dragged him several yards in the trees then repeated her actions with the second man. It only took a few minutes from the crack of the first shot until the hunters faded back from the road, a bit more than it usually took but she was satisfied.

A few minutes later she stopped Alec and told him her intentions. His eyes widened and before he could protest she chopped the throat from the fourth horse with her razor sharp dagger. He reared up, splattering her face and chest with hot blood while she held his reins tightly until he gushed his life out on the forest floor and fell over dead.

She smiled happily at Alec with a blood smeared face and soaked bosom, only to see him looking at her in surprise. She was truly in her element and he was shocked to his military core. She could take a life easier than anyone he'd ever known and seemed to revel in it. For some reason it seemed especially bad that it was a horse she'd killed so casually, and he wondered why that was so. The redcoats they'd killed on the road hadn't affected him at all. She saw him wrestling with his emotions and quickly explained her actions.

"We can't support any more livestock, especially with our new cattle, and I refuse to set this thing free and have another soldier use him in the war."

"But, it was a fine horse! We could've used him!" he lamented.

Dallying for so long near the road was irritating her, so without a word, she mounted up and nudged her horse forward while leading his new one. Alec followed her quietly and voiced no further protest, all the while wondering what kind of woman he'd fallen in love with.

That evening they camped deep in the forest near one of her favorite places. There was a quiet stream that fed a small lake containing lots of fish, and in no time she had a few flopping on the bank thanks to her proficient fishing skills. Alec shook his head in wonder at her skills and gutted them as fast as she could catch them. She was grinning happily and chatting with him like nothing had happened that day which caused him a bit of angst.

He was used to formations and marching, a regimented life with rules and regulations while she simply did what needed to be done, swiftly and efficiently.

He impaled their dinner on a couple sticks and propped them over the coals of the small fire while she pulled a few carrots from her bag for them to gnaw on while they waited for the fish to cook. She caught him looking at her sideways and she knew he had something on his mind. She picked up her sheathed sword and slapped his thigh to get his attention.

"If you wanna hang with me, mister, you better grow some thicker skin," she said teasingly, but he detected a bit of steel in her voice.

"I know I operate differently than the army but I know what I'm doing. We three girls have survived over six months out here on our own and we've been quite successful, and I'm not changing anything. If a girl wants to survive in a man's world she needs to be ruthless and cruel, and I've discovered I'm damn good at it," she said confidently.

She stared into his grey eyes with her beautiful blue ones until he blinked, then slid into his lap and gave him her soft lips, kissing him until his toes curled.

"You did good," she murmured in his ear. "I'll make a fighter out of you yet!"

"So, little lady. Were you testing me today? Maybe checking out how well I handle myself?"

She giggled and pulled a fish from her stick, wincing as it burned her hands when she pulled it apart and fed him with blood caked fingers.

"Oh, a little bit I reckon. A girl needs to know what her man's made of."

He shook his head and chuckled to himself, then smiled ruefully. She was quite a handful and he was beginning to realize he'd better step up his game, pronto.

"And what am I made of?" he queried teasingly.

"Mmm, sugar and spice and especially this," she murmured quietly, and ran a small hand up his thigh to caress the thick bulge that she'd been admiring all day.

She teased him while she fed them until their bellies were full of fresh fish, then she took his hand and tugged him to the lake where she slowly stripped them both naked. Using some homemade soap, they washed the blood and dirt from each other in the cool water before running back to camp to dry off by the fire.

Alec spread a blanket out and sat her down. Kneeling behind her, he rubbed the tight muscles of her neck and shoulders until she sighed in pleasure. For some odd reason he flashed back to his childhood and recalled how his father would set his mother in her rocking chair and kneel before her to knead the soreness from her feet after a long day of work.

He laid Abby on her back and pulled her feet into his lap while his strong thumbs firmly moved up and down her insteps as she groaned aloud.

"No one's ever done that for me," she murmured happily. He smiled to himself and continued on for nearly half an hour until her eyelids drooped and she fell asleep. He gently covered her, then cleaned up camp and tended to the horses while she dozed.

Night was falling, so he double checked the horse's hobbles and sat down by the fire, staring into the red coals and thinking of the day’s events. He started violently when two lithe arms slid around his neck and Abby settled her warm, firm breasts into his back. She kissed his ear and giggled when he shivered as a trail of goosebumps spread across his broad chest.

"Gotcha, your dead, Mister," she teased.

"Damn it, you scared the hell outta me. You're so quiet!"

"And you're so big and warm, I bet you taste good too, lover."

She slid a hand down and cupped his balls in a tiny palm, kneading him tenderly while he moaned his approval.

"Will you take me to bed, please?" she asked, and kissed his neck wetly.

Without a word he stood, gathered her in his arms and walked her to their nest of blankets. He laid her down and smothered her face and breasts in hot kisses. He took his time, arousing her pink nipples to stiff, sensitive peaks and french kissing her until she gasped for air. He stiffened when she unconsciously dug her nails in his back, causing a particularly deep wound to reopen and a trickle of blood ran down his side. She felt it in her palm and flew up in alarm.

"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry! I've hurt you!"

It didn't bother him much as his mind was firmly fixed on other things, but he could tell she was upset.

"I'm fine, lover. Truly," he told her gently. He watched, surprised when her eyes misted over and a tear ran down her cheek. His little killer did have a soft side, he thought to himself. She hugged him close, petted his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his hips. She rocked him and he heard little sniffles coming from the hollow of his shoulder.

"I was riding you a bit today about being tough, then I go and wound you some more. I'm so sorry, sweetheart," she murmured regretfully. She held him close for awhile until he needed to move. He was tiring from holding his weight off of her. Besides that, he reasoned, he wanted to bury his face in her, something he'd been dreaming about all day.

He gently freed himself from her tangled limbs and slid down her slim body to nestle between her thighs. She gasped and fisted her hands in his long wavy hair.

He took his time from top to bottom, loving how she voiced her approval to maximize her pleasure.

After several minutes she started rocking her hips and her moans turned to cries. It seemed to set her off and her fingers tightened in his hair while she gasped for breath.

Hot streams of sweet juice flowed from her now spasming nethers.

She tightened her thighs and wailed when a huge orgasm washed over her. She ground while tugging his face, and he drank at her fountain as she came apart under him. He sucked her with his tongue while he gripped her hips in his big hands and rode out her storm.

Finally, she sagged down, exhausted from cumming two times. He slid up her body and gave her his soaked lips and face to kiss in reward for his hard work. She purred when she tasted herself on him, and she murmured in his ear how much she enjoyed it.

"Mmm, you're so good at that and you taste so good," she whispered. "Roll over for me. My stud needs some serious attention."

As he was doing so, she caught his arm and looked at his back in concern. She daubed his blood away and kissed his wound, then gently laid him down. His was hard and throbbing, so hard in fact that it was bouncing against his rigid abs in time with his steady heartbeat. She touched him delicately from the base.

"Mmm, you are tasty. I'd better investigate a little more," she teased with a sultry wink. Several more times journey until he was helplessly thrusting his pelvis up, fruitlessly. She took pity on him completely.

He moaned in pleasure when he felt the tickle already gathering in his loins. She felt him swell even larger with her hands.

"Can I watch you come?" she asked wickedly. "I wanna see you, it's so sexy, you're so sexy," she added.

He nodded, speechless as sensation overwhelmed him. She again buried him. His face was red and he gasped for breath when like an unstoppable volcanic eruption, he unloaded while shouting his pleasure to the night sky. She swiftly rose up from him.

She cried out in surprise when he painted her face in white rivulets. Slowing now that he was flagging and panting for air.

He jerked and trembled, wincing. She boldly leaned down and again took him. He sagged back and exhaled explosively.

"Holy Moses, woman. You've nearly killed me!" he managed to say between heaving breaths. She giggled and lay down on top of him, then ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him deeply. She rubbed on his chest, loving and raked against his thick pecs.

"You deserve it, lover, and I adore doing it for you. Next time I want you to come in my mouth. You taste so good, sweetheart."

She covered them with a blanket while remaining atop him, and soon they both nodded off and slept the night through.

The next morning after breakfast she led him to the place where she'd rescued him. It took a few hours of travel and he slowly grew used to her silence and the careful pace she set.

When they arrived, she insisted they wait a good while before advancing on the roadside camping area. The bodies of the redcoat men she'd killed were gone and the camp showed signs of recent activity, including fresh wagon tracks. She stuck her boot in the fire pit and discovered it was quite hot, with a few coals still glowing red.

"So this is where you rescued me?" he asked in curiosity.

"Yep, they tied you to that tree over there."

He wandered about and noticed the blood soaked ground where the bodies had lain. It brought the reality of what she'd done crashing down on him. He couldn't imagine the bravery it took for a petite woman to attack four battle hardened soldiers, all for the sake of rescuing a man she didn't even know.

He went to her and wordlessly pulled her close to while his eyes stung with hot tears.

"Thank you for my life, sweetheart. I haven't told you yet, but they were going to hang me and you saved me from certain death. I owe you my life."

She clung to him and gave him her sweet lips.

"I'd do it every day of my life if it meant we could be together," she whispered softly.

She felt him suddenly stiffen in her arms and he quickly pushed her into the nearby trees. A group of nine soldiers were just rounding the bend from the west, luckily the sun was in their eyes and they didn't notice the couple diving for cover. A mounted officer led eight men that marched smartly down the road while singing a quiet cadence.

Abby pulled Alec to the ground and they watched in silence as the redcoats passed by. Alec watched Abby closely and noticed she was like an attack dog on a leash. Her fiery eyes never left the group until they'd rounded the far bend.

"It drives me crazy when there's too many of them for me to attack," she said in a fierce whisper. "I hate those bastards with a passion."

They stayed in place for several minutes, giving the soldiers time to clear the area. It was damp and cool on the forest floor so Abby snuggled into his side for warmth and he felt the tension slowly leave her small body. Just when he was lowering his guard, a rattle of wagon wheels came from the east in the direction of the departed soldiers. Abby's head jerked up to see the enemy rounding the corner about 150 yards away. They consisted of two mounted soldiers, a horse drawn wagon and a carriage mounted cannon, both pulled by horses whom were ridden by redcoat soldiers.

The four enemy were chatting away without a care in the world, probably off their guard since their comrades had just passed them and hadn't reported any trouble. As they plodded slowly towards the hidden couple, Abby had a rather risky idea. She wanted to kill the four men and quickly plunder their supplies, then hightail it out of the area before the eastbound group of soldiers had time to backtrack and become a threat to her and Alec.

He was surprised by her audacity but remembered she'd killed four men on her own when she'd rescued him. He gave her a slight nod in agreement and she quickly readied her two rifles while he did the same with his. He loosened his sword in it's scabbard and prepared himself for combat. When the men were 30 yards out, she whispered a command and they both fired simultaneously, taking down the men riding the unburdened mounts. They didn't want either one of them escaping quickly. Abby grabbed her second rifle and aimed at the redcoat who was towing the cannon. She'd chosen him because he was older than the other and looked like a dangerous character to deal with.

She watched him over her sights in alarm when he yanked his rifle up and drew down on her so quickly it shocked her. She aimed center mass and just as her trigger broke saw his musket belch flame in her direction.

A hammer blow struck her left bicep and she yelped in pain, but was somehow able to see her ball strike the man and he tipped over in his saddle, falling to the ground, lifeless.

The second redcoat had already panicked and fired his musket blindly into the forest, opening himself up to direct attack.

Before the echo of her second shot faded, Alec was yanking the last soldier off his mount to fall on the ground. He was a young man of barely Abby's age, Alec noticed. He cried and begged for his life while tears ran down his face and Alec quickly turned to find Abby. She was already in the wagon and rifling through it's contents.

"Shall we take him prisoner and interrogate him?" he naively asked.

Abby jumped off the wagon while drawing her rapier in an instant and ran the young man through. She gave her blade a vicious twist and he squawked in agonized surprise as she yanked her steel free to let him tumble over, dead in his tracks.

"We don't have time, Alec! Help me by reloading our rifles!" she barked impatiently and sheathed her sword while tossing him her bullet pouch.

He was rather stunned but gathered his thoughts and jumped to do her bidding while she perused the contents of the wagon. There were two wooden barrels of black powder, a half dozen barrels of grapeshot and several cannonballs in the bed, along with a box of pre-packed linen bags charged with powder for ease of loading the cannon, and a powder ram.

Abby's mind was on another level today, she was thinking rapidly and with extreme clarity. She cut the traces from both horses, separating them from their burdens, then quickly cut their throats, leaving them to die on the road. Lifting a bag of powder from the box, she rammed it down the muzzle of the cannon, effectively charging it. Alec finished reloading their rifles just in time to see her pull her jacket off and tear her blouse from her body, then run her arms back through her jacket sleeves.

"You're shot!" he cried in consternation when he saw the bloody gunshot wound in her arm.

"Never mind that, grab some grapeshot and help me load the cannon! Hurry, the soldiers will be here soon," she ordered calmly.

She tore her blouse in strips to use for wadding while he quickly dumped a barrel of small projectiles on the ground. His training finally kicked in and he rapidly rammed a mix of shot and material down the bore, tamping it solidly in place. Together, they manhandled the cannon to point east, in the direction they knew the redcoats would be coming from.

In her mind's eye she pictured them being harried by their officer as he double timed them back towards the sounds of their rifle fire and she knew they were running out of time. She pushed the point of her dagger in the flash hole to pierce the charge, then primed it using her powder horn.

She turned to find Alec and saw him going through the dead soldiers belongings. She grabbed their rifles up and ran to him just as he finished, then urged him into the trees.

"Go get our horses and bring them closer. I'll man the cannon," she ordered.

"No way, lover. You might need to adjust it's aim and you don't have enough lead in your cute little ass to move it."

She was frustrated as hell but knew he was right. She crushed him to her and kissed him quickly, then slapped his ass lovingly.

"Coals from the fire! Use them to light it off. I'll cover you from the trees," she cried, then spun and ran for their mounts. He shook his head in wonder as he watched her depart. He hadn't even thought of what he'd use to ignite the cannon. As usual she was three steps ahead of him, he thought ruefully.

He ran back to drag two redcoats near the gun, dumping them in a heap. He hoped that their red uniforms would distract the oncoming men and they wouldn't see him crouched behind the field piece. Running back to the fire pit, he scooped up a double handful of hot coals and quickly dropped them on the ground near the cannon.

He was barely settled in when the enemy came running around the corner. The officer was still mounted and whipping his men with an urgent voice, bidding them to make haste. When he saw the dead soldiers and horses in the road he redoubled his efforts, exhorting them to run faster towards the bloody scene.

Alec looked down the barrel at the approaching enemy and realized he needed to adjust his aim. He grabbed the carriage and his arms bulged with thick muscle as he hefted the tongue and moved it sideways until he was lined up center mass with the running squad of soldiers. Dropping the tongue, he twirled the elevation screw until he was satisfied with the height of the bore, then crouched down and waited.

When he reckoned they were fifty yards out, he scooped up a hot coal with his bare fingers and staying as low as possible, dropped it in the flash hole, then immediately threw himself sideways to avoid the recoil of the field piece. As he jumped away, the officer saw him and frantically reined in his horse, causing it to rear up high.

Simultaneously, grapeshot exploded from the barrel to cut the troops down en masse, all except the officer whose horse's belly absorbed several shot and tipped over, screaming and thrashing in the road. Alec jumped up, drew his sword, and ran into the fray to continue his fight. A bloody soldier who was laying on the ground tried to raise his musket and Alec turned to cut him down. Suddenly, the man's temple blossomed red and his head snapped back as Abby's rifle barked out from the forest.

He scanned the men quickly and they all appeared dead but for the officer. Unhurt, he scrambled to his feet and whipped out his saber, addressing Alec in a classic fighting stance.

"I have him, Abby!" Alec called out quickly and waved in her direction.

The two crossed swords and began the dance of death. The officer knew his only way out was to best Alec and confidence filled his eyes. He knew from the first few touches of steel that Alec's sword play was solid, but not expert class like his own.

He handled Alec adroitly, to the point that he had the luxury of sneaking peeks of Abby as she slid out of the forest. His eyes widened as her still open jacket exposed her naked breasts when she cradled her rifle in her arms and watched him duel with Alec.

He felt a shiver run down his spine and somehow knew she was the death of him as she pierced him with her beautiful blue eyes. He shook himself and returned his attention to Alec. One enemy at a time, he told himself.

After a flurry of parries and ripostes, Alec was already gasping for air. He hadn't realized he was so out of shape from his confinement and resulting wounds. Gritting his teeth he leaned into it and redoubled his efforts, but the redcoat handily defended himself. The officer lunged in with a blow to Alec's leg which he only partially parried and received a long slice on his thigh muscle that burned like fire. He heard a gasp from Abby and couldn't help but feel despair wash over him. He'd been too confident and now he would pay the price.

The officer gave him a thin smile and moved in for the kill, but cried out in surprise when Abby's thin blade met his and turned it aside, shocking him with the strength of her wrist.

"Abby, no!" shouted Alec in alarm.

She ignored him and gave the redcoat a withering glare. He smiled evilly at her, knowing without a doubt this slip of a girl would fall to his sword in short order. He swung confidently at her only to have her slightly deflect his blow and her riposte unerringly found it's way between the loops of steel that made up the basket guard of his sword.

The razor edge parted the tendons on the back of his hand and his weapon fell to the ground from his limp fingers. He cried out in agony and quickly backpedaled while awkwardly trying to draw his knife with his left hand.

She hacked open the joint of his wrist with a wicked backstroke that nearly severed his hand and his knife fell to the ground while he looked at her in terror.

Ruthlessly, she lunged in to run her sword between the juncture of his collarbones, she pushed and twisted her wrist until the point sprang out from the back of his neck with a gout of frothy blood. She stared into his frightened eyes as he staggered and fell to the ground in a heap, pouring out his life's fluid on the toes of her boots.

She put a bloody boot on his chest and ripped her sword free, then wiped it on his collar before sliding in her scabbard. He was carrying a sachet that caught her eye and she bent to search it quickly.

Wonder of wonders! A bottle of laudanum rolled to the ground! She picked it up and turned to see Alec looking at her with an ashen face. His thigh was bleeding badly and she leapt in his arms to steady him.

"I'm okay. It seems I owe you another life," he said weakly.

"Oh hush. We'll worry about that later. If you can ride we need to get the hell out of here," she ordered gently, trying to keep the steel out of her voice. She didn't want to wound his pride anymore than necessary because he'd had a rough go the last couple days. She whipped out her dagger and apologized to him as she cut a sleeve off his new shirt to wrap around his bleeding thigh.

"What about your arm?" he asked in concern.

"It'll keep. Get mounted up, put the laudanum in my bag and bring me my horse, please."

She handed him her new bottle of liquid gold and he obediently hobbled into the trees and managed to get astride his mount, meanwhile, she was busy crowding the barrels of gunpowder together on the wagon bed. He rode up with her horse and exclaimed in surprise when she produced a short iron spike and a hammer from her saddle bag.

"My father always taught me to be prepared, this isn't my first time to do this," she giggled, and with a few sharp blows spiked the flash hole of the cannon, rendering it useless without major repairs.

She quickly led Alec a safe distance away, then fired a bullet into one of the barrels, detonating the wagon with a massive blast. Alec shook his head in wonder at the smoky, blood splattered scene in front of them. He'd witnessed such sights before, but that was usually after a hard fought battle between dozens of soldiers, not from two patriots having their way with the redcoat army.

Abby tugged his sleeve urgently. "We need to get the hell outta here, lover. We've been lallygagging around here far too long."

She nudged her horse with her heels and like a ghost, disappeared with her lover into the hills.
Chapter 6

Abby pushed Alec hard that afternoon and well into the night. Luckily the moon was full, allowing her to navigate with relative ease. About halfway through their journey home she noticed he was flagging badly. Stopping her mount, she slid over on his to sit behind him, taking his reins from his stiff fingers. She talked to him while poking and prodding him constantly to keep him awake and upright in the saddle. She was afraid he'd pass out on her and fall to the ground.

"You dragging me home in the dark is starting to become a habit," he teased in a tired voice.

"We're almost there, sweetheart, hang in there another hour and I'll have you in a tub of hot water," she cajoled.

He nodded in agreement and she felt him straighten up a bit and raise his chin higher.

"That's it, lover. Just a little more," she purred, and squeezed him tightly from behind.

She slid a hand down to his wounded thigh and fingered his bandage. It was caked with dried blood. Thankfully, it wasn't bleeding anymore, she thought with relief.

As they rode in the yard she saw a dim light from the window and she knew the girls were still awake so she called out for them. Bedlam ensued from inside the cabin as surprised cries filtered through the thick walls.

Rose and June stumbled out on the porch in disarray. June held a lantern high to see the filthy blood soaked couple weaving in the saddle. Even Abby had met her limit and she was near exhaustion.

The two girls quickly got them inside the cabin and sat down by the fire. June immediately began heating water for washing while Rose warmed up leftovers for their dinner. Abby and Alec ate like they were starving, which they nearly were as they'd been on the move constantly throughout the day and half the night.

The two fighters were struggling to stay awake so Abby tugged Alec down to sit on the floor and lean back on their bed, then she went out and recovered her bottle of laudanum from her saddle bag. She gave him a small dose to help ease his pain before they both dropped off to sleep until Rose woke them to get cleaned up.

"Alec first, he's been wounded," Abby said in a voice rough with sleep. Rose and June carefully stripped him naked and wedged his big body in the tub. Abby slept again while the two women tenderly cleaned him and tended his nasty leg wound. He slept nearly the whole time except when they pried his wound open and poured whiskey in the cut to disinfect it, at which he squawked in pain and clutched his leg tightly.

The girls finally got him on the bed and June traded out dirty bath water for fresh and hot. They pulled Abby up and dunked her in the tub where she awoke long enough to give the two women the highlights of their adventure. Abby finally stood to allow June to dry her body with her favorite towel, then she inspected her wound for the first time. The redcoat's bullet had cut a shallow groove in her bicep that ached abominably.

June tutted over it and went to get her sewing kit. Abby gritted her teeth while June set a half dozen stitches, tugging the edges of it together nicely. Abby kissed her in thanks, then looked closely at Alec's wound for the first time. She frowned in concern when she saw how deep it was.

"June, can you sew up a wound like that?" she asked quietly.

"Yes, Mistress, I can," she allowed with confidence. "I can sew most anything."

"Please do then. I'll try to help out."

"Nonsense!" Rose broke in. "You crawl in bed and cuddle up to your man, I'll help June."

Nodding in acquiescence, Abby slid in naked next to a nearly unconscious Alec, and before June set the first stitch, she was out cold along with her lover.

Rose allowed them to sleep in the next day until nearly noon. She stood next to them and shook Abby lightly who slowly woke from a deep sleep. She opened her eyes to see Rose looking down at Alec with a longing expression on her beautiful face. Abby decided her time to share had finally come.

"Come on in, snuggle with us a bit," she offered, while flipping the blanket back. Rose looked startled but overcame her surprise quickly and with an eager smile dropped her clothing to the floor and slid in next to Alec's large frame.

She put her head on his broad chest and threw a leg over his, then cuddled in close. She sighed in pleasure and a peaceful look came over her face. Abby reached across Alec and caressed Rose's shoulder and gave her a sweet smile.

"Mmm, thank you, honey. I needed this so badly," Rose whispered. The two women joined their man in sleep for another hour until Abby decided to get up because she was hungry. Leaving Rose with Alec, she went out to relieve herself and check up on June who was diligently weeding their small garden.

"Someone needs you inside," Abby told her with a smile.

June raised an eyebrow and obediently wandered in the cabin. Abby followed her and enjoyed her surprise at seeing Rose in bed with Alec.

"Join them while I fix some lunch," Abby urged.

June gave her a hug and kissed her while her eyes brimmed with tears.

"I'm so glad you two are back safely. When I heard you call out to us last night I feared the worst!" June exclaimed softly.

Abby helped her undress and tucked her in next to Alec. Like Rose, she snuggled in deep to his side and let out a huge sigh.

"I've forgotten how nice it is to hold a man, they smell so good," she whispered to Abby, who nodded and bent over to kiss her cheek.

Just as Abby finished up cooking lunch, Alec woke up to find himself buried under warm, female flesh. Surprised, he looked at Abby forlornly and she smiled at him happily and nodded to him in assent. He cautiously gathered the girls in his arms and hugged them gently while they stirred and kissed his cheeks.

"Am I in heaven?" he asked in wonder.

Abby came over and slid on top of him while Rose and June adjusted their naked bodies.

"You are now, big man," Abby whispered and licked his ear, giving him goosebumps that fled down his arms and chest. The other two women kissed his cheeks while he flamed red with embarrassment.

"You better get used to this," Abby threatened, then gave him her sweet lips and he sighed in contentment.

The three women giggled when his belly rumbled ominously. The four got dressed and sat at the table for their meal. Rose and June were full of questions about their adventure and Abby explained all that had happened, careful to talk about how brave Alec was and how he'd slaughtered so many soldiers singlehandedly.

She didn't speak of herself at all, happy to give Alec all the glory. It was up to him to tell the women how Abby had quickly planned turning the cannon on it's owners and how she'd saved his life by besting the officer in single combat.

Rose and June were more than impressed and fawned over the triumphant fighters until they blushed red with embarrassment.

Talk turned to their wounds, and after lunch Rose changed their bandages and put on some water to heat for laundry. Their traveling clothes were filthy and bloodstained, needing a good cleaning.

While Rose washed clothes, Alec borrowed June's seamstress measuring tape and disappeared outside. Soon the sound of an axe chopping wood rang out and later on, hammering. The girls stayed busy throughout the afternoon, cleaning rifles, mending clothes and preparing dinner.

Alec showed up and demanded some help. He'd crafted a large wooden frame and informed the girls it would accommodate both their mattresses side by side. Female eyes rounded and nipples stiffened when the meaning of his words sank in. Eagerly they dropped what they were doing and helped him assemble their new sleeping accommodations.

When they were finished he flopped down on the new bed, spreading his arms and legs wide.

"Wonderful!" he announced, "Tis the biggest bed I've ever been in!"

All three women dog piled him, tickling and kissing him until he begged for mercy. He was laughing and crying at the same time while grabbing his leg in pain. Abby examined him and had to replace his bandage because his stitches had pulled slightly. He sucked up all the female pity shamelessly and forgave them all with deep kisses.

Abby was taking it better than she thought she would and gave him a beautiful smile when he looked at her questioningly with his arms full of her friends.

After dinner he went out to milk their new cow and Abby took the chance to talk with Rose and June.

"How about we play with Alec a bit tonight, but try to take it easy on him. I want him badly and I know you two do as well, but he needs to take it easy on his leg for another day or two, especially after all the work he did for us today."

"I agree. He's more tired than he let's on, I can wait another day or two, but it's killing me. I was soaking wet this morning when I laid down with him!" June shivered and unconsciously rubbed her thighs together.

"Me too, he's so warm and sexy and he smells delicious. I could just eat him up!" Rose whispered conspiratorially.

"How about we clean him up good tonight, then give him an orgasm and a good night’s sleep and not allow him to do anything tomorrow but heal up?" Abby said.

The girls agreed and the three put their heads together, plotting his evening of pleasure. Abby rustled around the cabin and found a pipe and tobacco she'd taken from one of her recent victims, then she poured a tall glass of brandy and when Alec came in she sat him down by the fire and packed the pipe for him. He was beside himself with joy.

"I haven't had a pipe in what seems like forever!" he exclaimed happily. Soon, fragrant smoke filled the air, and the girls joined him with their own small cups of strong drink. Rose and June soon got up and stripped him naked while Abby gathered a bucket of warm water and a wash rag. He sighed in pleasure while the women wiped him down, cleaning the sweat of the day's labors from his tall frame.

Abby sat him down again and began massaging his neck and shoulders while surreptitiously tossing her own clothes to the floor. Rose and June undressed behind him then knelt on the floor between his legs and pushed his knees apart. His eyes had been closed in euphoria from enjoying Abby's hands but they snapped open in surprise when he felt the girl's hands on his legs.

Rose gave him a sultry wink and June had an absolutely wanton look on her dusky face.

Rose squeezed and Abby kissed his neck, then turned his head to kiss him deeply, sucking his tongue in her mouth and then driving her tongue into his.

He gasped at the sensations his women were giving him.

"You ladies are killing me. I can't last much longer," he groaned in frustration.

"That's okay, honey," June purred while meeting his eyes sexily. "Just relax and let it happen. We're here to make you feel good."

He nodded and leaned his head back between Abby's firm tits, then spread his legs wider. Abby ran her hands over his thick pectorals and gently played with his nipples until they hardened under her clever fingers. She watched her friends begin to work on her man and her eyebrows flew upward in surprise.

In a handful of seconds he was again seeking his release.

"Ah!" he groaned, almost in pain. "Please, I can't stop myself!"

Violent spasms wracked his body as he came and Abby watched in fascination as her friends worshipped at the altar. June twitched when Rose ran a hand between her thighs.

He finally groaned in satisfaction and his tense muscles relaxed until he felt almost boneless. Abby bent down beside him and kissed him gently while the two girls licked until he was limp and spent. Rose got to her feet and tugged him to bed.

"Relax, my sweet. Rest for awhile and enjoy yourself," she crooned as she settled his head on two pillows.

"I've already enjoyed myself, immensely," he said as he settled in comfortably.

"Oh, there's more, Mister." she winked naughtily.

His eyebrows rose when Rose pulled June in bed to settle between her raised knees. Abby almost fell over when she saw. She must have been doing a great job because her lover's voice called out in pleasure and her hands tugged June's head.

Abby slid in beside Alec and together they watched the other two women make love.

After several minutes of tender licking and sucking, Rose almost screamed in pleasure and flogged her hips against June. June exploded.

She unknowingly clenched Alec's hand in hers while clamping her thighs tightly around June's, and poured herself into her. Abby gasped in wonder at how hard Rose was convulsing. She'd never seen her friend like this before and she was enjoying it far more than she would have expected.

Rose finally shuddered, then squeaked in protest and pushed June away from her.

"Oh shit! So sensitive! June, you're simply wonderful!" she gushed, then pulled June up over her body and kissed her deeply, licking and sucking her own taste from her wet mouth. June noticed Alec was watching intently from just inches away and she broke away to share a kiss with him. Rose followed her and he moaned when he sucked Rose's sweet taste from June's tongue. Abby watched enviously as her friends swapped kisses with her man until she couldn't take it anymore. She leaned in to claim his mouth for her own, then started in surprise when both June's and Rose's tongues battled her for position.

In shock, she pulled back, then noticed how blissful Alec was. He smiled lovingly at her while his big hand pulled her down to meet his lips, and she was lost. She gave herself the only way she knew how, totally and completely. Rose and June shared his hot kisses with her until she was writhing against him and humping his thigh helplessly.

He gently freed himself from the two women and pulled Abby up to straddle his face. She put her hands on the log cabin wall for balance and settled down on his hot mouth to lose herself to sensation.

Abby was soon crying out in frustration over him. His hands rose up to cup her full bosom. As she neared her peak, she cupped his head in her hands and almost violently pulled his face deep in the fork of her. She rained hot juices when her climax burst out like an avalanche.

June and Rose both gasped in wonder at sight of their beautiful blonde friend soaking Alec with her love juice.

Eventually, she came down from her high to slide down and collapse on his broad chest while burying her face in his neck. June and Rose hovered over them and shared his mouth between them, tasting Abby for the first time.

"Mmm, you two are absolutely delicious," Rose murmured happily.

"Yes, they are," June agreed softly, and sucked his tongue in her mouth for another sample.

As they rested, Alec gently fell asleep under his burden of satisfied women and they whispered their love for each other before they too nodded off in the arms of Morpheus.

To be continued in part 4, by Seethegood for Literotica.
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July 05, 2025 A Daughter of the Revolution: Part 2
Abby rescues a Continental soldier.In 15 parts, based on a post by Seethegood. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

Just before dawn when the sun was trying to rise, her new companion awoke, retching and coughing beneath his hood. Shit! She'd forgotten about that in her hurry to leave! She quickly ripped the hood off and turned his head so he wouldn't choke to death on his vomit. She poured water from her canteen over his face and wiped him clean while he coughed and gagged until his breathing returned to normal. He turned his head to face her and she felt as if she'd been struck by lightning. Piercing grey eyes met her beautiful blue ones as she took in his beaten and bruised countenance. She'd never seen a more handsome man in her life! She couldn't stop her hand from brushing his dark curls from his face and she felt an overwhelming desire to kiss him.

"Hello, Angel," he said in a parched voice. "Water, please," he croaked. She quickly put a small hand under his head and raised him to drink. He drank deeply until she pulled away.

"Easy there. Not too much or you'll get sick again." He sighed and she laid his head back. She didn't know what to say to him, she was absolutely tongue tied, even covered in filth and vomit he stole the heart from her chest.

"What's your name, Angel?" he managed as he lay with his eyes closed.

"Abigail, my friends call me Abby," she stuttered awkwardly.

"I'm Alexander, my friends call me Alec. As my rescuer, you may call me anything you like," he quipped with a wry smile.

"I shall think on it, for now I shall call you Heavy, because you were extremely difficult to drag here," she said merrily, finally finding her voice. He groaned and painfully shifted his bulk.

"My arms are killing me, laying on them for so long is hard to do," he said painfully.

"I'm so sorry, we had to leave quickly and get away from the road. I haven't had time to attend to you," she apologized.

"Don't worry yourself. I'm just thankful my guardian angel rescued me," he said softly while looking up at her. She felt herself falling into his gorgeous eyes, then caught herself. She busied her hands by freeing him from the travois and sitting him up. His arms and hands were blue from bad circulation and his wrists torn and bloodied from the manacles. His thigh was caked with dried blood from his stab wound but appeared to have stopped bleeding. Bravely, she straddled his legs and sat in his lap to attend to his face. She swabbed it with a wet rag and gave him more to drink.

She noticed his eyes wandering down to her cleavage and she felt a trickle of desire, knowing that he was finding her attractive. When he was as clean as she could get him, she fed him some hardtack and dried meat along with plenty of water.

"I'm sorry, I have nothing to remove your manacles. If I can take you to my camp I have a hammer and chisel and I can get those things off of you," she volunteered.

"That would be wonderful, is it far from here?"

"If you can ride, a day. If I drag you, a couple days."

"I'll ride. Bouncing along on those boards was horrible."

"Can you try now? We really should be going. I apologize but it'll be a rough go for you," she said gently.

"Abby, doing anything with you will be far more pleasant than my former situation."

She smiled to herself. She was really growing to like him. It was her first compliment from a man other than her father and she liked it.

After a minor battle of strength, she got him to his feet and next to her horse. He'd just lodged his foot in a stirrup when he paused.

"Um, Abby? It appears I must relieve myself. All that water has run right through me."

She looked at him and waited, then realized he couldn't help himself with his arms manacled behind him.

"I'm sorry, Angel. I need your help," he said while blushing deeply.

"Um, okay. Do you mind?"

"Of course. Please hurry though."

She crouched down and undid his belt and buttons. Recalling how she'd washed her Uncle when he was wounded, she bravely reached in to pull his cock out. She and Alec both gasped when her small hand met hot flesh. She took hold of him, shocked that her fingers didn't even come close to spanning his width. She slowly dragged him free and pointed his cock at the ground. With a ragged groan he cut loose with a mighty stream of urine that spattered in the dirt. She looked down and marveled at the sight of his huge member in her tiny fist. Glancing up at him she noticed his brilliant eyes were locked on her little hand wrapped around him. She felt a bit of jealousy because this hose can be pointed at will, and she imagined fun games she would play, targeting ants and other bugs with a fine hose like his. “Damn! All I get to do is squat and try to limit the splatter on my feet.” Then she realized he hear her say that, aloud. She felt her own face flame hot and he groaned again as his stream slowed to a stop.

"Done. Thank you, my Angel," he said softly, meeting her eye. "Your first time?" he asked with a mischievous wink. She giggled out loud.

"Indeed. Did I do good?"

"Yes, but you're not quite done. You must always do the shake."

"The shake?"

"The shake. One must always shake before putting oneself away," he said, fighting an embarrassed grin.

While he spoke, she became aware that he was growing quickly in her hand. Alarmed, she looked down to see him rising and lengthening in her fingers. She gently wriggled his cock and raised a curious eyebrow when a drop of urine fell to the ground.

"See? Always shake," he laughed. Her face red as a beet, she awkwardly stuffed his formidable cock back in his trousers and then hastily buttoned him up.

"I'm sorry, Angel. I tease to cover my own embarrassment. It was my first time as well."

"That's okay," she murmured. "We may as well get used to it. We've a long ride home."

She fought and struggled to get him on her mount, eventually using her strong hands to cup his firm ass and boost him up. A job she thoroughly enjoyed because she didn't have to look at his handsome face and become even more embarrassed. She marveled at how his strong muscles rippled under his uniform trousers. When he was seated, she nimbly hopped up behind him and nudged her horse forward to begin the difficult journey home.

She was sorry his hands were shackled but she loved how they felt brushing against her flat tummy as they rode. Her arms surrounded his lean waist as she guided their mount through the forest and her thoughts were heated when she imagined what he would look like, naked and making love to her. She shifted uncomfortably as her pussy soaked her undergarments while she fantasized about her new companion.

Suddenly, he shivered and swayed in the saddle and she instinctively tightened her arms around him.

"Alec? Alec?" She cried in alarm.

"I'm okay, I think, just cold," he moaned.

She rapidly felt his forehead. He was burning with fever! She gripped him closer and increased their pace. If she couldn't get him home before he passed out they'd be in real trouble! Throwing caution to the wind, she took a direct route to the closest road and then went as fast as she could while managing to keep him upright. It seemed like an eternity but she finally saw a whisper of smoke from their cabin chimney and as they drew near she shouted for Rose and June.

As it happened to be Sunday, the two beauties that ran from the cabin were freshly bathed and wearing dresses. Without a word they tried to catch Alec when he fell but his big body knocked them to the ground.

"He's burning up!" Abby cried. "Let's get him inside."

The three women tugged and pulled until they got him on the cabin floor. Abby quickly took charge.

"We need to strip him and cool him down. June, get some cold water from the creek. Rose, help me cut his clothing away."

Scraps of his uniform fell to the floor while June trickled cold water over his burning body. Abby ran for a small anvil along with a hammer and chisel. When they rolled him to his side get to his manacles the three gasped in horror. His back had been brutally whipped. Flayed skin hung in tattered strips and his wounds were seeping blood and other body fluids. Abby's eyes filled with hot tears when she realized how rudely she'd manhandled him to get him home and he hadn't complained for a minute, even when she'd been sneakily rubbing her breasts on his broad back during their journey.

She quickly struck his shackles off, then they nearly exhausted themselves getting his bulk up on the bed. While they cleaned and bandaged his many wounds he woke up for a short while and they managed to get more water in him before he passed out again. June and Rose began washing his tall frame while Abby went to tend her horse and stow her gear. When she returned the two women were whispering about their new companion.

"Can we keep him?" Rose asked, not so innocently.

"We must tend him back to health, it could take quite a while!" June exclaimed somewhat excitedly. Abby smiled tiredly at the two.

"Well, that answers my question as to if we'll welcome him in our camp," she said.

"Well of course!" Rose and June said together. They ran their damp cloths over his lean body, using their other hands to stroke and caress him while Abby watched in some jealousy.

"June, can you please start dinner?" Abby asked politely. Both June and Rose picked up on Abby's tone of voice and noted that her gaze hadn't left Alec's limp frame. With a knowing glance at each other they communicated that Alec belonged to Abby, at least for now.

Abby caught the look and tempered herself.

"Rose, can you help me finish getting him comfortable?"

The two cleaned him thoroughly while Abby related the story of the previous two days. When it came to cleaning his groin, Abby firmly took over and gently wiped his thick cock down, then lifted his heavy sack to clean between his cheeks. Rose watched enviously, wishing it were her babying him. He soon grew longer in Abby's small hand and she petted him gently, torn by concern for his wounds and the rapidly building wetness between her thighs.

"Abby," Rose whispered in awe. "He's more than two hands width long and your fingers don't come close to reaching around it. He's bigger than old Isaac! Certainly when he's fully hard he'll be a beast!"

"Hush, Rose! He'll hear you!" Abby whispered, then giggled aloud.

"I had to hold him while he peed on the ground. It was so embarrassing but terribly fun as well!"

"No! Oh, you lucky girl!" Rose enthused.

While the two whispered together and finished up, June served a hot supper of venison stew and rice. The wonderful odor seemed to bring Alec around and Abby managed to sit him up to feed him a few bites. For the first time he acknowledged that he was surrounded by beautiful women and he was more than embarrassed. Abby had noticed and covered him with a sheet up to his waist. He politely introduced himself to Rose and June and they colored a deep red, giggling behind their hands. He had no idea of the effect he was having on the sex starved females. As the warm food hit his belly he swiftly grew drowsy and struggled to keep his eyes open so Abby slid him down to his back and lay next to him. He sighed deeply and fell into a deep sleep. Rose and June started cleaning the dinner utensils and before they were done, both Abby and Alec were snoring gently.

June looked at the couple wistfully. "They look so beautiful together," she whispered to Rose, who kissed her gently. "We can only be happy for Abby. She positively glows when she looks at him."

The two girls banked the fire, blew out candles, and followed the couple to sleep.
Abby and Alec are intimate while the girls plot a threesome.
Chapter 4

Abby awoke in the night to a strange sensation. Alec had rolled to his side and his breath was stirring her hair. She gently touched his forehead to find that he was still warm but his fever seemed to be abating. She was getting warm herself so she carefully got up without disturbing him and removed her clothes. She slid back in beside him and laying on her side, nestled his head between her naked breasts. She shivered when his warm breath tightened her nipples and gave her goosebumps on her firm tits. He groaned and snuggled in closer while she smiled happily to herself, then she slowly drifted off to sleep.

In the wee hours of the morning Alec moaned loudly, waking Abby from a deep sleep. He was laying on his back and soaked in sweat. Hurriedly, she flipped the sheet off to cool him and in the predawn light saw an amazing sight. His arms were stiff at his sides and he was thrusting his hips in the air repeatedly while calling out her name. She gasped when she saw his pulsating cock. It was hard as steel and easily 10 inches long, thicker than her wrist and topped with a swollen head that defied belief.

Rose awoke from his calls and tumbled out of bed to hurry to his side.

"Help him, Abby, before he hurts himself!" she whispered fiercely. His face was a rictus of passion and his eyes were tightly shut as he writhed, locked in a fever dream of lust.

"How, Rose? How do I do it?" Abby begged her.

Rose took his thick shaft in her small hand and worked his length skillfully. He groaned louder and rammed his hips high, straining upwards while his face grew red and he held his breath while he reached for his orgasm.

"He's close, Abby. Here!" Rose released him and put Abby's hands on him. Awkwardly, she knelt and stroked him rapidly and his breath exploded from his lungs as he released massive gouts of hot cum that spattered him from rigid abs to collarbone. Abby cried out in surprise at the fountain of cum that sprang from his cock. He heaved and twisted while she hung on for dear life. Her tight fists stroked him from his large balls to his hugely swollen head, and Rose exclaimed in wonder when he bathed himself in ropes of cum that seemed to never end.

"My word, what an absolute cannon!" Rose whispered in a hoarse voice as his hips slowly lowered to the bed and his arms relaxed at his sides.

"Oh Abby," he groaned in delirium.

"Hush now, sweet Alec," she whispered, while stroking his still swollen cock in hands slick with cum. While his breathing calmed, Rose volunteered some advice.

"He's had what they call a wet dream. It happens to a man if he hasn't came for a long time. It was probably brought on by his fever dreams. Now what you need to do is milk him dry. Work his shaft from his balls up to the head and squeeze the cum out of him."

Abby awkwardly attempted to do what she was instructed but Rose lost patience.

"May I? she offered.

Abby reluctantly handed him off to Rose who was more than delighted. She skillfully worked his shaft, using her thumbs to work from the base of his shaft up to his swollen head until hot cum poured from the end and onto his belly. Abby gasped at the sheer volume that Rose produced from her ministrations. She remembered how Rose had licked the end of Williams cock and bravely leaned down over him. She covered Rose's hand with hers to still her movement, then licked a thick wad of cum from his dripping head. She rolled it in her mouth and then swallowed it down. It wasn't unpleasant at all she decided.

"Suck him," Rose said huskily.

Abby looked up at her and was startled to see the look on Rose's face. Her face and upper breasts were flushed red and her eyes were hot as she stared down at Alec's cock.

Abby tentatively opened her mouth and tried to fit him in. She had to work at it but he finally popped inside. She did as Rose instructed and sucked on him hard. She was rewarded with a taste that she knew she'd never forget. Hot and sweet, he filled her senses and she shivered as her pussy flooded with juice. She drew a ragged groan from him, then he relaxed completely into unconsciousness.

Reluctantly, she released him and gently lowered his spent shaft to hang between his muscular thighs. She slowly shook her head and looked down at her man. He was covered in a light sweat and cum ran in rivulets off his chest and belly to stain the sheets.

"I can hardly believe what we just saw!" Rose exclaimed. "I've never seen a man cum so much in my life, and I've never seen a cock like his either, amazing!"

Just then June woke up. "What's going on? What are you two up to?" She stood and walked over, then covered her mouth and cried out in surprise when she saw Alec's condition. "My word! What did you two do to him?" she asked shakily.

Abby quickly explained and June burst out giggling.

"I wish I could've seen that. I'd love to take that load in my mouth. He looks wonderfully tasty!"

"June! How naughty!" Abby scolded, but she couldn't help laughing.

"Quick, help me clean him before he awakes. How embarrassing that would be!"

Alec awoke before lunchtime and Abby sat next to him to check his fever. It appeared to have broken and his color looked much better.

"How do you feel, honey?" she asked.

"Much better. Thank you, Angel."

She decided she liked her new name and told him so.

"Well, you are an angel. My guardian angel, so beautiful and sweet," he said while he gave her his gorgeous grey eyes.

She felt her heart melt and tears gather in her own. Impulsively, she leaned down and gently kissed his lips, then gave him a joyful smile.

"I'm so happy you're feeling better. Are you hungry?"

She put bath water on to heat then fed him a light meal. Rose and June were tending the garden so she took it on herself to bathe him. He protested when she stripped him down but she'd have none of it. She removed all his bandages then got him in the tub. He sighed in relief and murmured his approval as the heat soaked into his bones.

She gently washed his battered body, taking special care with his tortured back, then bent him forward and scrubbed his hair and scalp while he voiced his pleasure. Never had he felt such a sensation of being cared for by a beautiful woman.

When she was finished, he leaned back in the tub and winced in pain as the rough wood scraped his raw wounds. Standing up, Abby dropped her clothing from her body and pushed him forward, then sat in the tub behind him. She gently pulled him back against her chest and wrapped her legs around his lean waist. She hummed a lullaby in his ear and caressed his wide shoulders until he nodded off to a light sleep, and she herself dozed off in just a few minutes.

The creaking door woke her and she looked over as Rose and June quietly came in from their labors, their eyes widening when they saw the couple in the tub. Alec awoke as well and when he saw the girls, flailed around for something to cover himself.

"Don't worry there, sweetie," Rose giggled. "You've got nothing we haven't seen before."

He blushed furiously, which Abby thought was quite cute.

"I was afraid of that," he said. "I seem to remember you three cleaning me up."

"You remember right. We've seen every inch of you, and there's a lot of inches," Rose said with a wink.

"Rose Marie!" Abby scolded, then burst out giggling helplessly and June joined in as well. "I'm sorry, honey," Abby whispered in his ear. "We just couldn't resist. You're so handsome and sexy, no girl would turn down the opportunity to check you out."

She slid her arms under his and hugged him tightly. She saw the corner of his mouth quirk and when he began shaking with laughter she knew they were forgiven.

By now the water was cooling and Abby was getting chilled.

"June, may I have a towel please?"

As she'd done so often for several years now it was an ingrained habit, Abby rose from the tub and June began drying her off. Alec watched with wide eyes when Abby let him see her naked for the first time. He caught his breath when he took in her firm breasts, narrow waist, and perfect hips. Her little round ass was exquisitely formed and he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of it. Little did he know that he was next in line to be spoiled. Abby donned a white blouse and a skirt then picked up a fresh towel.

"Up with you, Sir. Your turn." He looked at all three women who were gazing at him expectantly. Shaking his head in defeat, he gripped the edge of the tub and painfully stood up. Three gasps of desire filled the room as his lean frame emerged, his cock was semi hard, caused by him viewing Abby's beautiful body. Abby quickly moved to his side and helped him step out. He steadied himself on her shoulder then stood fully erect. She toweled him from head to waist, blotting his wounded back lightly before Rose moved in to bandage it again.

June went to her knees in front of him and dried his legs then moved to his groin. He groaned when she daubed his cock and balls dry, his eyes tightly closed as he tried to avoid getting harder than he already was.

Thankfully for him, they finished in short order and he threw a sheet around himself in relief, then sat on the bed. June emptied the bath water and started some fresh for her and Rose. Abby eyed him critically. He seemed to be doing much better and his appetite earlier gave her hope that he was on the mend. He seemed to read her mind because he glanced up at her and gave her a beautiful smile that warmed her heart. He patted the bed beside him and she couldn't get there fast enough to snuggle into him.

"That hot water really took it out of me, do you mind if I nap for awhile?" he asked.

"Of course not, sweetheart. Let me help you."

He groaned and laid back while she adjusted his legs, then covered him with a light blanket. By the time she leaned in to kiss him he was already sleeping. She looked down at him and felt love bloom in her breast. He looked like a handsome little boy and her heart almost broke with the beauty of it.

She heard a sigh and turned to see June and Rose watching, also enraptured by the sight of Alec. She felt a flare of jealousy and knew it was something that would have to be addressed, and soon. Being a woman of action she decided there was no time like the present.

She got up and poured three stiff glasses of whiskey, then motioned the girls to follow her outside. Rose immediately knew what was up and steeled herself for a possible confrontation.

The old man who owned the cabin had built a swing on the porch and they all three sat down on it. Abby got right to it.

"I think I love that man in there. I know I've only known him a few days but I'm sure we'll be together forever, but I'm also a realist. You two ladies are my closest friends and I don't want to do anything to jeopardize that. There's no way we girls can live together for who knows how long, and have only one of us be in a relationship with a man. Unless you two kidnap your own boyfriends I'll have to share a little bit. I don't know Alec's feelings about me yet but I'm pretty sure he feels the same."

"From the way he called your name last night I'd say that's a safe bet," Rose said with a knowing smile. "Personally, I don't want an emotional relationship with a man. I still love William and I pray everyday that we'll be together again in the future. Having said that, Alec is a hell of a man and I'll not turn down that sweet cock if he offered it to me," she said dreamily.

June piped up. "I feel the same way. Your father and I had a wonderful relationship although it was secret because of my race. I still love him and hope to see him again. I love Rose too as you know, and I'll follow her wherever and with whomever she takes me."

The three sat in silence and sipped their whiskey for awhile as they all thought it out. Finally, Rose spoke up again.

"Abby, before you decide if you'll share him sexually, why don't June and I go away for a few days and leave you two alone? After you two consummate your relationship you may feel completely different. Love and sex can really throw you for a loop."

Abby's eyes welled with tears. "You'd do that for us?"

Rose kissed her cheek. "Of course, sweetheart. I'd do anything for you."

That evening after dinner, Alec was feeling well enough to sit at the table and chat with the girls. Over a glass of brandy they told him of their life on the plantation and the events that had led them to where they were currently. He looked at the three beauties with newfound respect, especially Abby. He found it hard to believe such a slip of a girl could be so deadly, even though he knew she'd killed his four captors, he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

She showed him her rapier and her eyes misted as she told of her father having it made to fit her style of fighting and her smaller frame. Alec took it from the scabbard to admire it and picked a red fleck from the blood groove, solid evidence of Abby's skill with a blade.

Rose showed him their matching squirrel rifles and he was highly impressed that they were both proficient at loading and shooting them accurately. He turned to June next.

"And what's your special talent, Miss June?" he teased.

She thought for a second, then stood and turned her back to the group. They could see her arms moving and they were curious what she was up to. She turned to face them and they all gasped in surprise. She'd unbuttoned her blouse and tucked the flaps inside so her firm breasts were almost completely exposed, her dusky nipples jutting out to be seen by the astonished threesome. Her cheeks were a beautiful blush color from pinching them with her fingers and her eyes were burning with a lust that shook Alec to his core. She advanced on him like a she cat while looking deep in his soul and he was spellbound when she crawled in his lap to rub her stiffened nipples on his bare chest and kiss him deeply. He let out a muffled yelp and his eyes widened in shocked surprise.

She broke out in a wicked laugh, then slid off him and readjusted her blouse. Alec was sweating buckets while the three girls were laughing gaily.

"Holy Moses, June! Where'd you learn to do that! You looked sexier than anyone I've ever seen." Abby asked in wonder.

"Oh, here and there. A girl needs a few weapons in her arsenal," June sniggered.

"And what beautiful weapons they are," Rose said huskily while eyeing June's abundant cleavage.

Alec was taking it all in with raised eyebrows and wondering what ever in the world he'd gotten into with the three gorgeous women!

They finally went to bed when they'd drunk perhaps a bit too much, all except Alec. Abby had limited him to one drink because she was still worried about his health. She slid naked in bed with him and snuggled in close. He was being more than a gentleman and didn't try to touch her beyond what was necessary on the small mattress. In a low voice she explained that the girls were leaving tomorrow for a few days to give them some privacy.

The hair on his neck raised when she put her lips to his ear and whispered, "I want you to myself and I'm gonna have my way with you."

She boldly reached down and caught his thick cock in her small hand and caressed him tenderly. He moaned in pleasure and quickly grew larger, surprising her at how rapidly he swelled in size. Feeling bold and naughty, she remembered some advice that Rose had given her in days past.

"Keep quiet," she whispered, and silently slid under the sheet. She heard a hiss of breath.. In less than a minute she felt him swell, and she felt his big hands twist in her hair.

Rose had told her of the warning signs when a man was close to orgasm and Abby remembered them well. He growled low in his throat, and with a deep groan he erupted. She sputtered and coughed. He tried in vain to stay silent but his groans sounded throughout the cabin, moistening the thighs of the other two women who lay listening enviously just a few feet away.

Abby lowered her head, then slid up to greet him.

"My first time ever, lover. You're absolutely delicious. I may have to do that again soon," she teased.

He couldn't answer because he was still panting for air. She giggled and snuggled into his side, then threw a leg over his. She petted his chest and hummed a little song to him while his thumping heart slowed its pace. She discovered she could rub herself on his leg and bring herself pleasure. He became aware of what she was doing and awkwardly pushed his hand between her thighs. She smiled to herself as he seemed to be rubbing everywhere except her clit. She gently took his hand and singled out a finger, then rolled it over her swollen center.

"Right there," she breathed. "Gently."

He nodded slightly and took over while she sighed and kissed the shell of his ear, giving him the shivers. He cupped a breast, bringing another surge of pleasure over her. She was so excited, it took only a few minutes for her own to arrive. She involuntarily clamped her thighs around his hand and when her pleasure hit her like a tidal wave, she sank her teeth in his shoulder and groaned in ecstasy.

He kept up what he was doing until she exhausted herself from cumming so hard. She caught his hand and tugged it free from her soaked mound.

"Too sensitive, please, Alec," she sighed in relief. She pulled the fingers that had given her such pleasure, to her mouth and kissed them tenderly.

"Thank you, honey. You're wonderful," she said softly, then she got up and retrieved a damp cloth to clean their sticky bodies. She laid down on him and soon fell asleep atop his large frame while he lay patiently beneath her, marveling at how lucky he was to have such an amazing woman in his life.

The next morning after breakfast, Rose and June took their leave. Abby asked them to bring some of her father's clothes for Alec from the cache in the cave they were going to stay at. They wouldn't fit him perfectly but they'd be able to make some of them work with any luck as all three women were more than competent at sewing and mending. His uniform had been ruined when they'd cut it from his unconscious body and he'd been clothed only in a sheet or wrapped in a towel for the last couple of days.

He was standing on the porch in his bath towel to see the girls off when June slid up and gave him another taste of her smoky eyes. She hugged him tightly and pressed her cheek to his broad bare chest, inhaling his man smell while sighing at the feelings he raised in her damp center. She gripped his tight ass and squeezed him firmly.

"Mmmm," she whispered, "you feel so nice, I shall miss you." Reluctantly she broke away and giggled when she saw his shocked expression.

Rose was next and she winked saucily at Abby when she stepped into his embrace.

"You take good care of my girlfriend," she lectured. She dropped her hand and gently caressed his cock through the thin towel. "Don't hurt her too badly with that beast, I kinda like her."

He blushed violently when she kissed him on the lips and gave him a parting squeeze. The girls mounted up and nudged their horses forward but both had to turn at the last minute for a last longing look at the Adonis and his lady waving at them from the porch.

Abby wanted to attack Alec as soon as her friends were out of sight but she wanted her first time with him to be perfect. First, she insisted that they both bathe. She went ahead of him and asked that he wash her beautiful blonde hair. When he was finished, he reverently washed her lithe body with soapy hands and she purred in pleasure the whole time he serviced her.

Before he bathed, she trimmed his unruly curls then knelt in front of him and did the same to his thick pubic hair, tugging his shaft back and forth as she cut, meanwhile he was a nervous wreck as he watched her flashing scissors.

Finished, she set him in the tub and scrubbed him clean while he enjoyed a small whiskey.

Finally, they tumbled into bed. She slid on top of him and smothered him in hot kisses, trembling like a leaf while realizing that her time had finally come to take a man inside her. As for him, he'd never been inside a woman and he was nervous as a cat.

"This is my first time, Angel," he admitted in a whisper.

"Mine too. Can I make a suggestion?" she asked shyly. He nodded and kissed her sweetly. "Rose says it's best if I make you come first, then when you take me it'll be better for the both of us. Is that okay?"

"Of course, lover. I'll do anything you ask."

She gave him a wicked smile and slid down his body to kneel between his legs. She stroked him until he was thick and hard as steel. He groaned loudly and thrust upward. She took him, and repeating the same technique as the prior night, she brought him to. She adored how he grunted and roared out his pleasure. She let his man-juice run out and down to lubricate her fists. When his spasms slowed to a halt, she slid up over him, gasping at the sensation. She remembered long ago when Rose had spoken of how wonderful a man's tongue felt, and she crawled up over his head.

"Will you, please?" she asked innocently. He looked surprised but nodded his head enthusiastically. She straddled him and slowly lowered herself until she felt his tongue. Her eyes rolled back and a long sigh left her beautiful lips.

"Oh honey. Oh my goodness, right there!" she cried out in pure pleasure. He recalled his brief lesson from last night. She writhed and moaned for a few minutes while he savored her, until she felt an orgasm like never before, smash into her. She dropped her weight on him, then showered his face, while he swallowed her essence, loving her taste and smell as she came apart above him. When she was spent, he tugged her down and kissed her deeply while she fed on the hot slick that coated his face and tongue until she was satisfied. Soon, she felt him stiffen and come alive between her legs.

"I want you inside," she whispered in his ear, and felt him catch his breath in anticipation. She slid off him to her back, then spread her legs. He braced on his strong arms that were thick with muscle. She reached up and squeezed them, in awe of how hard his biceps were. His long curls hung down in her face and she brushed them aside to look in his beautiful eyes.

"Please, Alec. I'm ready for you," she murmured shyly.

"You're so damn big, Alec. It hurts but kind of feels good too. A little more please."

"I need you to take me, Alec. Whenever you're ready," she breathed.

"I'm so afraid of hurting you," he whispered gently.

"I can take it, I'm tough. Just don't go slow, please. Get it over with, big man."

She nipped his lower lip sharply and giggled at his quick intake of breath.

"Oh, my love, I've hurt you!" he said with a worried face.

"Don't worry. I'm crying because I'm so happy!" she exclaimed.

She suddenly put her hand on his belly to stop him and he moaned in frustration.

Her eyes widened in wonder!

"However will I get you fully inside me?" she asked in a husky voice. He could only growl in response as he was biting his lip while concentrating on. She met his eyes and was startled to see a smoldering beast.

"I need you, Abby, please!" he gritted in a voice rough with passion.

"Then take me, lover. Take what you need from me," she purred. With an almost bull roar he unleashed himself. She cried out in painful pleasure. She saw it in his eyes and her own pleasure grew with his until she was cresting along with him. She came apart under him, screaming his name while he held himself tightly against her and drowned her with his essence, while she ground herself against him and wept with the power of her orgasm. After he shivered through, he tried to raise himself off her but she pulled him down and nuzzled her face into his neck.

"Mmm, you feel wonderful," she whispered in his ear while she wriggled her hips, extracting the last bit of pleasure for herself. She clasped him to her until his weight finally became too much for her.

"You're crushing me, sweetheart. I can't breathe." He managed to get to his knees without pulling free of her tight pussy while looking down at their joining in wonder. She mewed in protest when he slowly slid back and winced in pain when his still swollen head popped out of her with a moist sound. He heard a gasp from her sweet lips when she saw his thick shaft emerge from her depths, dripping with her virginal blood and thick white cum.

A shiver of goosebumps ran down her arms as she took in his rugged good looks. He looked like a conquering Adonis, loaded with muscle, rigid abdominals, and with a mighty cock to match.

An overwhelming desire to taste him came over her. She gently tugged him up to straddle her chest. He gasped in pleasure when she took him, licking and sucking until his toes curled.

She hummed in satisfaction when she savored the taste of their mingled fluids, lingering until she'd cleaned him thoroughly and he began to stiffen and swell on her. She made a sound of protest when he pulled free of her wet lips.

"Did that hurt terribly?" he asked with a look of concern.

"Yes, it did, but it was wonderful at the same time," she admitted softly.

"Well, I'd better kiss it all better then." With a sly wink he slid down. She jerked in surprise. Moaning in pleasure, she grasped both hands in his wavy hair and rode until stars danced behind her eyes. Just before she blossomed into orgasm he rose over her. She wailed, wincing when he bottomed out.

This time he was more measured, slowly and gently, using but half, to bring her to another shuddering orgasm.

He didn't stop until she'd came twice more while she unconsciously dug her nails in his wounded back and cried out beneath him.

Finally, his own orgasm ran from the base of his spine. She cried out in passion as he held himself deep, calling out her name while unloading and filling to overflowing. He lowered his head as she shuddered and shook beneath him.

When they caught their breath, he rolled them both over so she was laying atop his long frame while he remained. She covered him with hot kisses and her tears of happiness dripped on his face. He caressed her back and rounded ass tenderly, murmuring words of love in her ear until her head drooped to the hollow of his neck and she fell into a gentle sleep.

They made love once more that day before dinner, then after a drink, retired to bed where they snuggled under the warm blankets and slept like the dead.

"How're you feeling today?" she asked him the next morning while they ate breakfast.

"Like a different man," he replied happily. "I had no idea how wonderful it would feel. No wonder all my fellow soldiers make such a big deal about it."

"I feel the same, but I hurt in ways I never have before," she giggled and kissed his cheek. "That's quite a sword you swing down there."

He smiled shyly at her words, loving her compliment even while he blushed deeply. It was quite different to speak with a woman so intimately but he found he was enjoying himself just the same.

"Well, thank you, lover. You're so hot, wet and tight, it's difficult to control myself."

"That makes me happy. I want to make you feel good," she replied.

"You certainly do that. I think I'm still in shock."

"Speaking of shock, I need to discuss a difficult subject with you." Abby said, mustering up her courage.

His eyes widened in alarm when she slid onto his lap with a concerned look on her face.

"What is it, sweetheart?"

"Well, it's hard for me to say in a proper and polite way so I'll just say it plainly, perhaps crudely, I guess. The girls are starving for male companionship and they asked if it's okay if they fuck you, if you'll have them. I told them I had strong feelings for you and they respect that. The reason they left, yesterday; is so we could get to know each other and be intimate together, for a couple days. If I tell them you or I won't share each other; they'll understand."

His eyebrows were nearly raising the ceiling of the cabin as the meaning of her words sank in. He’d just had the only sexual intimacy of his young life, and now that beautiful lover was discussing the terms of sharing him with her two best friends.

She continued bravely, "I have no claim on you, but I hope you have feelings for me as well. I'd have a really rough time sharing you physically, but I love those two women; and I can't bear the thought of you and I being intimate together, while they're living here with us. It just wouldn't be fair to them at all."

By now her eyes were misted with tears and she buried her face in the hollow of his shoulder. He held her closely and thought for a few moments.

"I do have feelings for you. In fact, they're so strong that they scare me a little," he replied. "If you choose to share me with them, you need to be absolutely sure that's what you desire. I'm perfectly happy keeping you to myself though. You're all I've ever wanted or needed."

She sniffled a little and kissed him sweetly.

"I was afraid you'd say that, but it makes me happy too. You also need to know one other thing. The girls love each other and have their own sexual fun, occasionally. From what Rose has inferred, they'll probably both want to be with you together. I've never heard of such a thing in my life, but it sounds awfully dirty, and exciting. I watched her and William fucking, and it made me so wet down there that I had to please myself. Maybe I wouldn't be so terribly jealous if I watch them be with you. Would you like that?" she asked shyly, while blushing furiously.

He was almost beside himself as he heard such unexpected words come from her beautiful lips. He was completely at a loss and stuttered awkwardly. Finally, he was able to put a few coherent words together.

"I'll insist that you are there with me, until you're completely comfortable with the situation. If you don't enjoy it, just say the word and I'll be with only you from then on. I probably shouldn't say this so soon; but I think I love you, and want to be with you forever."

He dipped his head and colored slightly while kissing her deeply. She sighed happily and snuggled further in his arms.

"Then I'd better have my way with you all I can, before they return. Rose knows a lot about sex and I'm sure June does as well. They'll probably teach us some new stuff that'll shock us." She wriggled in his lap and caressed his cock that was hidden under his towel wrapped around his hips.

"Want to hear a naughty secret?" She whispered with a sexy raised eyebrow.

"Absolutely, you dirty little girl," he growled back at her while he stiffened in her small hand.

"One night the girls and I snuck over to the overseer's cabin. We peeked in the window and he had a new slave girl with him. She was sucking his cock until he was huge! Not as big as you, but it looked frightening to me. He made her kneel down on the floor and he deflowered her from behind with his big black shaft. Meanwhile, June was up under Rose's dress and was licking her silly!"

Abby paused in her story and grinned slyly when he groaned and hardened even more in her grasp. She slid off his lap and knelt before him to flip his towel back.

"Isaac's woman screamed and cried but he just kept on. It sounded like he was killing her, but I'm pretty sure she came and I know he did. We could see it when he pulled out, and she sucked afterwards. It was incredible to watch and I've touched myself many times since then when I was thinking about it."

Alec met her mischievous eyes and moaned when she leaned in to his leaking head.

"We could see her virgin’s blood and his cum running down him, and she licked it right up, just like I did to you last night. It'll only happen once for me and I wanted to feel and taste everything. I could tell it shocked you," she giggled wickedly and he blushed again.

Leaning in, she took him in with difficulty, her lips stretched wide. She began sucking while his toes curled and he exclaimed in pleasure. A couple times she choked a little but recovered quickly and used her saliva to lubricate and started stroking rapidly.

He looked down at her full lips while her firm tits jiggled, and quickly lost what little control he had left. His hips began thrusting uncontrollably, and she winked up at him.

"Ugh! Oh Abby! Ah!" he cried out. She sighed and shivered, until he gave a final cry and collapsed back in his chair. She smiled up at him happily, and continued like Rose had shown her. When she produced more, she leaned in to lick.

He leaned down to grip her lightly and she squealed when he pulled her up to straddle his leg, then he parted her lips with his tongue and french kissed her until her head spun. When she was helplessly flogging, he picked her up and tossed her on the bed where she fell giggling in laughter. In an instant he had her while she cried out in pleasure.

His big hands slid up her full breasts and strong fingers teased and tugged her, until they were hard and pebbled in his palms. She squirmed and ran her fingers through his long wavy hair, clamping her legs as he brought her closer to orgasm.

She whimpered when he rose up and left her wanting, only to descend on her. He denied her, burying his face in her again. As her wanton cries grew more frenzied, he finally fluttered his tongue slowly and gently. She came, deluging him in her sweet juices.

Just when she thought she was done cumming, he ran two big fingers, working and twisting them and she experienced her first multiple orgasm with a man.

He held on tightly to her flailing hips and redoubled his efforts while she came apart beneath him. She cried and begged, squeezing tightly between her thighs while she drowned him in her wetness and screamed her satisfaction.

Finally, she protested and weakly pushed him away.

"So sensitive, oh sweet Alec! Come up here," she purred, then tugged him up to bury her tongue in his mouth and suck her own taste from his lips. She hugged him tightly and he crushed her with his body weight while she threw her legs around his hips and held him firmly.

"You're a real stud, my love, and you're absolutely delicious. I could just eat you up!"

"The same to you, little lady," he murmured in her ear. They kissed and cuddled until she finally pushed him over so she could lay atop him. She flipped a sheet over them and they both drifted into a light sleep.
Chapter 5

The following day after lunch the two lovers were out sunning themselves on the front porch when a shrill whistle sounded from the trees followed by feminine giggles. Alec scrambled for his sheet to cover himself while Abby laughed out loud.

"Sounds like the girls are back! I missed them a little bit," she said, then noticed they'd brought some company and she shouted joyfully while clapping her hands. Rose and June rode up leading a milk cow followed by its yearling calf.

"Oh how wonderful," Abby exclaimed, "We surely can use fresh milk and maybe some cream and butter around here!"

"We found her near our cache yesterday," Rose replied. "Sorry we're back so soon, but we wanted to bring our new friends home to keep them safe."

"Well done, ladies," Alec complimented, while clutching his sheet about him. "I can put up a small corral to keep them in, if you like."

"That would be wonderful," Rose answered. She slid off her mount and greeted Abby with a hug and kiss then gave the same to Alec, only her hug was tighter and her kiss much deeper than Abby's. Not to be left out, June hopped down to share her love as well. Abby inwardly rolled her eyes but didn't blame her friends at all because she knew they were badly in need of some masculine attention.

Alec tied a towel around him and helped unload the cargo that the two beauties had brought back with them from the cache. They eagerly showed him three sets of George's clothing and bolts of cloth they'd found, along with a 50 caliber Appalachian long rifle and a well-worn saber. He happily checked out his new gear and spontaneously threw his arms around his two saviors and smothered them with affection. They preened in delight and flirted outrageously with him while Abby looked on a bit pensively.

Alec sat at the table to go through the pouch of patches, bullets and powder horn he'd been given. He pulled Abby down next to him and put a warm hand on her thigh.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?"

"Yes, just trying to get used to the girls putting their paws all over you," she said quietly.

"I'll put a stop to it right now if you like," he replied earnestly.

"No, I've made my decision, I just need to get over myself," she muttered.

"Why don't you speak with them and let 'em know how you feel? It might make it easier for you."

"I'll do it tonight after dinner. Maybe you can milk our new cow while I talk to them?"

"Sure thing. However you'd like to do it, I'm game." He threw a big arm around her and pulled her close, kissing her deeply. She sighed and kissed him back.

"You feel so good, big man," she whispered, and snuggled closer to him.

Soon, Rose and June rudely interrupted them.

To be continued in part 3, by Seethegood for Literotica.
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July 03, 2025 A Daughter of the Revolution: Part 1
Abby prepares for war.In 24 parts, based on a post by Seethegood. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

Chapter 1

The sound of ringing steel echoed through the barn along with the gasping of two people laboring for breath. Abigail Durham and her father George sparred with their practice swords, sweating and panting as they danced and dodged each others thrusts. George cried out in surprise when his 18 year old daughter parried his stroke and tapped his forearm with her blade.

"I've finally marked you, Father!" she cried in victory and he smiled at her sheepishly. He was so proud of his beautiful protégée. Abby was his only child and she was the light of his life. Her mother had died three years ago of consumption and he still mourned her daily. Abby had always been a sort of tomboy and eagerly took to learning marksmanship as well as swordsmanship, of which she excelled like no other person he knew except himself. An exceedingly rare thing in the late 1700's for a woman to be interested in to be sure, but he paid it no mind. Since she could walk he'd taken her on hunts with him, along with long trips on the road to visit cities scattered through the colony of Virginia as he conducted his business of growing and marketing tobacco.

The Revolutionary War was closing in on them rapidly and being a man of action and quite well educated, he predicted a long and bloody road in their future. Since his wife had died he'd poured his heart and soul into preparing for the rough days ahead. With Abby's assistance he'd scouted out several small limestone caves within several miles of their plantation and staged provisions in case they were forced to abandon their home and hearth, in Blenheim, which was the heart of central Virginia. The Monticello plantation of Thomas Jefferson was just a day’s ride to the east, But Jefferson had fled to Paris to serve as the U S Ambassador and seek help from the French to assist the Continental Army.

Chief among their treasured items was gunpowder, bullets for their firearms, and foodstuffs such as beans, rice, and smoke preserved meats. They also had clothing, bedding, and various tools they may need for the future scattered throughout their various caches. He'd even gone so far as to draw up detailed maps and demanded Abby commit the locations to memory.

Just before his wife had died, his brother William had moved in with them to help out with the plantation. George saw it as a gift because William's wife, Rose, was quite a bit younger than him and closer to Abby's age than his own. In fact she'd been 21 years old to Abby's 15 at the time. She was quite instrumental in raising Abby into a promising young lady over the last three years. As a result, Abby could be right at home with the highest of the local society, not giving the least impression that she could outshoot and out sword fight any man she might happen upon.

The rumble of far off cannon fire seemed to draw closer every day, increasing George's anxiety for the safety of his family and his beloved workers who labored in his fields. He had learned a great deal of compassion from his wife and as a result treated his slaves far better than most owners. His plantation home was small and modest by the day's standards, simply because he chose to invest in decent housing for his slaves. In fact, the slave cabins were nicer by far than most white folk's homes in the area, garnering some jealousy to say the least. The title "Master" was forbidden to be spoken. He was simply "Mister Durham" to his workers while Abby was referred to as "Missy" and she was beloved by them all.

"Can we go another round?" Abby asked happily, pleased that she'd scored a hit on her father.

"I'd love to dear, but I think I it's nearly dinner time. Go get cleaned up and we'll meet in the dining room."

"Yes, Papa." She kissed him sweetly on his cheek and set off for the house while he watched her departing figure with a worried frown. He wasn't normally a man to harp on his feelings, but deep in his gut he knew bad things were on the not so distant horizon. When Abby reached the house, her quadroon maid, June, had a tub of hot water ready for her.

"Have you been fighting with your Pappy again?" June asked teasingly.

"Yes, we were sparring a bit and I scored a hit on him, my first one!" Abby said excitedly. June clapped her hands joyfully.

"Well done, Missy! I'm sure your Pappy is mighty proud of you. Now strip down little lady and let me scrub you up nice and clean."

Obediently, Abby complied, dropping her trousers and blouse into a heap while June shook her head in disapproval.

"I'll never know why your Pappy lets you dress like that. You should be all dolled up in a pretty dress and making eyes at the local boys out there!" June said in a stern voice, but Abby saw a twinkle in her gaze and she smiled mischievously.

"I can't ride, shoot, and sword fight with a dress on June, you know that, silly lady!"

She lowered herself in the tub, hissing as the hot water burned her little butt cheeks. June watched with a critical eye. Her little ward was growing up quickly. Long wavy blonde hair topped her fine head and flowed down over her pale shoulders nearly to her waist. Her bottom had filled out and her once small breasts were now large and firm, her tight nipples pointed proudly skyward from her small ribcage. She was nearly five foot four inches tall and weighed about 105 pounds soaking wet. Thanks to her relatively new friend, Rose, she'd taken to shaving her legs and armpits, an up and coming trend among ladies and one her father heartily agreed with. He was a firm believer in a lady being a lady, especially when in public. His wife had been a beautiful woman whom he'd been proud to show off on his arm for many years.

June quickly bathed and shaved her with accomplished ease. She took care of Rose as well most evenings, never telling Abby that Rose kept her pubic area shaved clean for her husband. Some things must be kept private, June figured to herself.

After dinner, the men retired to the parlor and asked the girls to join them, which was entirely out of character Abby thought with surprise. Speaking in an authoritative tone, George addressed them.

"War is coming to us all, I hate to say. The British are on their way through here and there's little we can do. Hopefully some local militias can turn the tide but I doubt it. William and I have spoken at length about it and have come to a decision. We will stand and fight when the time comes. We'll lose the slaves whenever they desire. They can leave now if they like."

As if punctuating his sentence, a roll of cannon fire sounded in the distance.

Abby started to speak but her father raised his hand to silence her.

"There will be no discussion. Abby and Rose, you two will head for the forests when I command, use our caches and caves to subsist until things improve for the better. I believe our side will win in time, but short term it will be a terrible thing."

Abby flung herself in his arms and tried protesting but he would have none of it. It broke his heart to treat her so but he knew it must be done.

William drew Rose onto his lap and comforted her as she sobbed on his shoulder. George continued.

"Abby, starting tomorrow you'll be ready to evacuate at a moment's notice. Keep your squirrel rifle handy and your horse in the small barn near the tree line. You do the same, Rose."

A couple of years ago, the brothers had Kentucky rifles made for the girls. They were in 32 caliber and shortened both at the stock and barrel so they could handle them more adroitly. Rose was a decent shot while Abby was absolutely deadly with hers out to nearly 300 yards. Rose had hunted a bit with hers but never really enjoyed it. Abby had harvested several deer and turkey and had no qualms about filling the larder with fresh meat.

George continued instructing his family for nearly an hour, preparing them for the worst. Finally, he sent them off to bed while he and William had another drink and smoked their pipes in the light of the oil lamps.

Sometime in the night a particularly loud boom of cannon fire awoke Abby and she noticed a faint glow in the night sky coming through her window. She wrapped herself in her night robe and sneaked down the hallway so she could watch from the porch. A faint cry robbed her attention and she listened attentively. It seemed to be coming from William and Rose's room. She tiptoed to their door and noticed it was open a crack. She peered in, and in the faint light of a guttering candle witnessed a sight like she'd never seen or heard of.

William and Rose were both naked atop the bed covers and his face was buried between Rose's thighs. Her hands were twisted in his hair and she was moaning in what sounded like pain. Abby was immediately concerned for Rose, what was he doing to her! She was ready to rush to her defense until she heard Rose cry out his name in rapture.

"Oh yes, Willy! Just there, please don't stop!"

Abby was wide eyed in amazement. Her breath hitched and she gasped aloud at her first sight of a cock. She quickly covered her mouth, afraid the couple had heard her. Apparently not, because they kept on with their lovemaking. He looked intimidating down there, yet Rose seemed to enjoy what he was doing! She clasped her hands under his bottom and urged him deeper with contented sighs.

Abby was almost beside herself and was feeling some decidedly different emotions. She'd thought about sex of course but had always been so busy playing at tomboy that she'd never really dwelled on it much. Contributing to that was probably the lack of men her age on the plantation, other than slaves of course, and they held no interest to her other than as good friends. William drew her attention when he spoke to Rose in a strained voice.

"How would you like me to spend myself, dear?"

"Let me taste you tonight, honey!" she managed to gasp out.

Abby watched attentively. A loud gasp came from the doorway. Abby couldn't believe what she was seeing and hearing. Rose was moaning to another satisfying orgasm.

Sensing the end was near, Abby quietly slipped back to her room and burrowed under her covers, her mind awash with the exciting scene she'd just witnessed. It took many hours before her fevered mind allowed her to fall asleep.

The next day Abby took Rose aside and asked her a few questions about sex, which aroused her suspicion.

"I'm pretty sure I heard you outside our door last night, that's true isn't it?" Rose asked her with a smile and a twinkle in her eye.

"Yes, it was me," Abby answered guiltily. "I heard you when I was up and just had to see what you were doing."

"Did you like what you saw?"

"At first I thought Uncle William was hurting you! Then I heard you call his name and cup his head in your hands and I knew you were okay."

"Oh yes, I was fine. It feels wonderful."

Abby felt a shiver run up her back at the thought of a man doing such a naughty thing to her. She couldn't imagine! In the past Rose had tried to instruct her on matters pertaining to procreation but she'd shown little interest until now. Hearing about it in dry terms was somewhat boring, seeing it in action was another thing entirely, she thought to herself.

" Does it taste good? Did you like it?" she asked in curiosity.

"He did it because I asked him to. It tasted a little salty usually, and I did like it. It's the seed that makes little babies and if it's near the time of the month I may get pregnant, I have him shoot in my mouth or on my breasts. He absolutely loves doing it."

Abby pursed her lips thoughtfully, "Do you think I'm pretty enough for a man to want me like that?"

"Oh, honey. You're absolutely beautiful! Any man would be proud to have you. When we dress up and go to parties or the Christmas ball, haven't you noticed the young gentlemen fawning over you?"

"I guess so, over the last couple years they're always looking at my chest, it's rather irritating when they speak to my bosom."

Rose giggled in delight. "That's what men do when they want you. You have no idea how gorgeous you really are, dear Abby. There's not a man alive who wouldn't roll you in the hay!"

"Aunty Rose, shame on you!" Abby laughed, but inside she felt the same shivery sensation she'd experienced last night and a hint of moisture dampened her thighs. Suddenly, a bold idea struck her. She took pride in excelling at everything that interested her, why not sex as well?

"Will you help me get ready to be with a man, just in case it ever happens? I don't want to be caught unawares. Please teach me everything you know."

"I'd be happy to, just don't tell the men, we'd get in so much trouble!" Rose laughed gaily. "Let's talk about it while we move our horses to the barn like your father instructed."

After they did so Abby went searching for her father. She found him in the workshop toiling diligently. He was packing large flower pots with blackpowder and horseshoe nails, sealing them tightly with hot wax then replacing the flowers and soil atop the explosive. He explained that he planned to set them next to the benches that lined the drive near the shade trees. The slaves used them to relax on when they took breaks from working the tobacco fields. When the redcoats came he hoped to detonate them and cause as many casualties as possible. Abby gazed at her father in a new light and he noticed her expression when she realized the deviousness of his plan.

"We do what we must, Abby. They'd rather kill us than keep us as prisoners and use up their valuable supplies. I plan to return the favor. The bloodier we make it for them the sooner they'll return to their country." She nodded in understanding.

"I want to fight with you, Father, please let me!" she begged. He looked at her closely. He knew she would be a huge asset but he couldn't bear losing her. Against his better judgement he chose to take a calculated risk.

"I'll let you stay and fight until I order you to leave. At that moment, you obey me immediately and without question. Do you understand me?" he said in his sternest voice.

"Oh yes, Papa!" She flew into his arms and hugged him tightly. He was glad she couldn't see the tears gathering in his eyes.

"We start setting up our trap today, honey. Go get Rose and you two can help me out."

He set up targets where each of the flower pots would be and had Abby go to the upper story of the house and fire down on them until she was comfortable with the range. The targets started at 300 yards out and were staged at the sitting benches up to 100 yards from the front porch. She used both hers and Rose's rifles, firing as fast as Rose could reload which took her as long as 45 seconds. When George was satisfied, he installed his flower pots at the benches, then he filled buckets with caltrops he'd had the local blacksmith make. When the British troops arrival was imminent, he'd scatter them on the road between his home and the ambush site, in order to slow any troops that leaked through, thereby allowing the people in the house more time to rain fire down on their enemies.

That evening after dinner he took Abby to the work shop and he presented her with a gift. It was a rapier that was shorter and lighter than most, essentially made for a small man or woman. Her hand fit the grip wonderfully and the cupped hilt would protect her hand from a counter slash. Abby was beside herself with joy! The leather scabbard she drew it from had gold fasteners and a wide belt that fit her lithe waist perfectly.

"Careful now," he cautioned. "It's razor sharp and will kill a man in an instant. It has blood grooves on each side to break the suction of a man's flesh so you can remove it easier. Stab, twist, and pull, like so!" With a flourish he drew his own sword, mimicking his instructions. She clapped her hands and drew him into a thankful hug.

"Oh Papa, you're the best ever!" she exclaimed with tears in her eyes.

"Let's get some rest, honey. Tomorrow will be another long day." he said quietly.
Abby discovers sex for the first time.
Chapter 2

That evening after dinner, Rose pulled Abby aside. "Would you like some training in the subject we talked of earlier?" she asked with a wicked smile.

Abby was instantly on board. "Yes I would! What did you have in mind?"

"Let's go visit June. I believe she can get you started out right." Puzzled, Abby followed Rose as she led them to her room where June was adding scented oil to two big tubs filled with hot water. At her urging both women disrobed and she bathed them both clean, including washing their long tresses. Rose was a thin brunette and stood a touch taller than Abby at 5 foot six, weighing in at about the same weight of 105 pounds. Her breasts were a bit smaller than Abby's but were strikingly firm and her pink nipples seemed to be perpetually hard. Abby gasped when she saw the lack of pubic hair on Rose's smooth pussy. Rose noticed and giggled.

"That's why June is here, to shave you like I am. It feels wonderful!" Abby's eyes widened in amazement. She could see every nook and cranny between Rose's thighs as she bent over to towel herself dry.

"Come, Missy. Sit on the stool here and I'll show you how it's done," June said softly. She lathered Abby up and with several practiced strokes shaved her smooth as a peach. Abby stroked her newly shorn pussy and giggled.

"It feels so slick and smooth, I like it!"

The girls laughed along with her.

"Just wait til a man gets in there and diddles you, Missy. It feels wonderful," June said with a faraway look in her brown eyes.

"Are we still on for tonight, June?" Rose asked with a mischievous smile.

"I sure hope so," she answered and returned the smile. "Give me an hour or so, please."

"We'll be there, thanks so much!" a still naked Rose answered, and gave June a big hug and a kiss. The quadroon girl blushed fiercely at the contact and dipped her eyes submissively. "Yes, Ma'am. I'd do anything for you."

"I know that, you're so sweet, June." Rose said gently.

"Where're we going?" Abby wanted to know.

"It's a surprise," Rose answered. "Now put your dress on, no undergarments and wear your softest shoes. We'll sneak outside soon. I'll go talk to our men and get them settled in the parlor."

Rose's arrival in the sitting room caused a bit of a stir. The men were just heading for the parlor when she approached them, flushed from her hot bath and her breasts swinging loosely under her bodice. George couldn't help but notice how sexy she looked while William looked like the cat that got the canary. He knew he was getting some action tonight for sure. She herded them into their seats and fetched them stiff drinks along with their pipes. She loved flirting with the men, but never did it with George when his daughter was around. Abby had no idea of her father's proclivities and Rose hoped to keep it that way. He had a rampant sex drive that only a select few people knew about.

She sat on her husband's lap and slyly tugged her neckline down until a pink nipple was just peeping out. She heard George suck in his breath when it emerged to meet his gaze. She kissed William deeply and squirmed in his lap until his hips began grinding up to meet hers.

She gently disengaged and tucked her nipple away with a sly wink at George who was busy trying to hide the thick bulge at his crotch.

"I'll leave you two alone now. Please enjoy your drinks. I'll see you later, husband," she said throatily. As she walked away she heard George speak in a rough voice. "My word, man. How do you keep up with that filly. She's exquisite!" She felt her loins flood with heat and her face flushed at the compliment. She was immensely attracted to George and wouldn't mind letting him know. William had hinted in the past that he'd love to watch her fuck another man, maybe she could work something out she thought to herself somewhat wickedly.

She gathered Abby from her room and the couple slid quietly down the hall and out into the darkness of the plantation. Rose took her to June's cabin where she was waiting for them on the porch. Without a word she took the girl's hands and led them down the footpath to the overseer's house. They sneaked around back and June pointed at a ground floor window.

"In there," she whispered. "Isaac has a new girl tonight." The three slid in close and peeped over the window sill into the room lit by two oil lamps. Abby had known Isaac her whole life and he'd always intimidated her with his size and rough voice but was ever gentle and soft spoken when he addressed her. She knew him to be a big teddy bear that could awaken to a full blown grizzly if one of his workers back talked him or slacked off in his labors. Tonight when she saw him, it changed her opinion of him forever.

Big and black as coal, he towered over the little lady at his feet. She was a half breed, a sweet mocha color that seemed at odds with his anthracite skin. Abby caught her breath when she saw the thick black snake the slave girl held in her hands. Isaac was pulling her close and feeding the bulbous head into her small mouth. All three voyeurs held their breath in sympathy for her. They heard his groan through the open window and more than one pussy trickled juice down a damp thigh.

For several minutes she serviced him until he was rampant and hard as a steel rod. He growled down to her in his own language and the girls heard her diminutive voice answer.

"What did they say, June?" Abby asked in the faintest whispers.

"He asked her if she is a virgin, and she replied that she is; and she would be honored to have him take it from her. He was a great warrior back in Africa and very famous," June replied.

The girl took a blanket from the bed and flipped it to the floor, then got to her hands and knees, spreading wide for him. He put a huge hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her down until her firm tits were on the blanket while her little ass was high in the air. Abby was aghast as she watched him. The girl cried out in pain as he slowly lowered himself. The three women outside were beside themselves with lust, agog at the sight before them.

"June," Rose commanded softy while silently hiking up her the hem of her dress. Abby nearly fainted when June knelt and pushed her head up under Rose's dress. Abby clamped a hand over her mouth and watched Rose catch her breath when a soft tongue caressed her. Rose's eyes never left the couple inside the house as they continued on, oblivious to the activity outside the window.

A sharp cry from Isaac's virgin woman drew Abby's attention. He murmured something and she nodded her head in assent. His heavy glutes tensed up, then with a grunt of effort he powered down and he broke through her barrier. He ripped a high scream from her slender throat, concealing the surprised yelp that Abby voiced in the night. Rose quickly silenced her, all the while struggling to keep herself quiet despite June's roving tongue.

Isaac gave the woman a minute to accommodate. His mate was now crying out in more pleasure than pain as he broke her open for the first time.

Rose whispered in Abby's ear, "Touch yourself. Feel how wet you are."

Abby obeyed and was shocked at how soaking wet her pussy was. Her quick fingers enjoying the new sensations coursing over her. She was loving how it felt shorn of hair, so slick and smooth!

As Isaac's figure rose and fell over his lover, Abby noticed that Rose was breathing hard and letting tiny grunts fall from her lips. Finally, with a bull roar he unloaded, unleashing deep inside his mate.

When he quivered his last and slowly stood up, blood tinted cum ran down. Rose clapped a hand over her mouth and came hard on June's face, tucked between her thighs. Rose was shaking and moaning quietly while Isaac stood tall and pulled his woman's face to his groin where she licked and suckled him clean. The slave pair were both moaning in satisfaction and looking into each other's eyes; while the women outside recovered themselves. June suddenly reappeared and wiping her mouth, grabbed the two girls hands and they quietly ran off into the night.

Minutes later, Abby lay in her bed and listened as William, whom by now was in his cups, pound her Aunt Rose through their mattress, urged on by her loud cries of passion. Abby returned her hand to her still soaked pussy and while she listened to the rutting couple, brought herself to her first orgasm. She shuddered and shook as she awkwardly pleasured herself, bravely shoving a finger inside to touch her virgin barrier. It hurt a little when she pushed, so she returned to her swollen clit and discovered the joy of back to back orgasms.

It was a bit awkward when she bumped into Rose in the morning, but in no time they were sniggering with their beautiful heads close together as they relived last night's adventure.

Just after lunch all hell broke loose on the plantation. William had ridden to town to take one of the workers to see a physician for a smashed finger. They were accosted by two redcoats and William had shot one and the worker had killed the other. One had managed to put a musket ball through Williams shoulder leaving a grievous wound that rendered his arm useless. He was bleeding heavily as the slave helped him through the front door of the plantation house.

George was there to witness his arrival and quickly interrogated the slave on what had happened.

"Abby! Rose!" he bellowed. His voice reverberated through the walls and the girls came running. "Help William with his wound. I must prepare our defenses. The redcoats may be here soon!"

The girls frantically cleaned up William and staunched his bleeding but he was in poor shape and deep in shock. Rose stayed with him while Abby did what she thought needed to be done. She ran to her room and dressed in her leather trousers. As she did when she practiced her swordsmanship, she bound her breasts tightly to her chest with strips of linen then put on her white button up shirt made of the same material, then tied her long blonde hair into a loose bun at the nape of her neck. She gathered up the two squirrel rifles along with powder and shot, then sprinted upstairs to her post at the window overlooking the main road that led to the house. She saw her father out in the yard directing his slaves who had volunteered to fight into their defensive positions.

"I'm here, Father!" she shouted from her perch. He turned to look up at her and she waved bravely at him. He blew her a kiss and returned to his duties. She watched as he shouted for Isaac and when he arrived began giving him direction. Isaac nodded and couldn't help but look up at Abby. She then knew that they were speaking about her and she wondered what they were planning.

Suddenly, Rose flew into the room.

"I'm here to help, Abby! June is with William, I think he'll make it but I'm not sure. He's unconscious for now!" Rose was almost hyperventilating in near panic.

"You go back to William and send June to me. I'll have her come get you if the redcoats show up," Abby ordered in a calm voice. Rose seemed to relax a bit at her confidence.

“ Okay, please send for me though when you need me." With that she disappeared back downstairs and June showed up in minutes. She was trembling badly and shaking like a leaf.

"Come here," Abby ordered. She took the girl under her arm and squeezed her tightly. "We'll be okay, June. Just wait and see. My Papa will make sure of it."

For long hours the plantation waited for the enemy to show themselves but they never did. George assigned guard duty among the slaves, leaving everyone in the house to get some rest through the long night. He alone stayed up and walked the property with his sentries, giving them support and confidence in the darkness. Come dawn he was exhausted and finally laid down in his room for a nap.

After a few hours Abby went to check on him and slowly cracked open his bedroom door. She started when she saw him sleeping deeply with his arm around June, his big hand covering her bare breast with familiarity. Her gasp of surprise awakened June who got a horrified look on her face when she saw Abby looking at her. Abby quickly shushed her with a finger over her lips and slid quietly inside.

She went to the couple and gazed down at her slumbering father. He looked more peaceful than he had in weeks. June looked at her with frightened eyes until Abby leaned down and tenderly kissed her cheek.

"Thank you, June," she whispered, and silently stole away to leave the couple alone to rest. In the hallway she cried hot tears for her father, happy that he'd finally found some solace from his grief for her dead mother.

She found Rose in her bedroom cradling Williams's head in her lap while he lay unconscious on the bed. Abby raised her eyebrows in question and Rose gave her a faint shake of her head. William hadn't awoken yet, apparently. She went upstairs to her post and looked out over the grounds. She trained her rifle sights on the flower pots and was startled to realize that they tended to blend into the color of the vegetation. A white background would show much better for her, especially at night, she reckoned.

Needing something to do, she went out to whitewash the pots. Isaac noticed and happily went to help her. She smiled at him and chattered lightly to break the tension that she felt. Despite the situation they were now in, she couldn't help but remember the way he'd split the tiny woman open and broke her cherry with his mighty shaft. While he was concentrating on his work she snuck a glance at his trousers. They were quite baggy and gave little hint of the thick cock they concealed. Disappointed, she resumed her work. She wasn't in the least bit attracted to him but he certainly had a new fascination about him, she giggled to herself. Together, they painted all six pots and rearranged them to her satisfaction.

Her father showed up and she hugged him with more than her usual emotion.

"I love you, Papa," she said tenderly.

"And I you, Sweetheart. How're you doing today?"

"I'm fine, just scared of course. Not knowing what's going to happen, terrifies me," she admitted.

"If you carry through with our long term plans and leave when I tell you, all will be fine. I promise," he said gently as he held her close. He felt a hot tear splash on his neck and he kissed her cheek. "Come now, Honey. Let's check on the family."

"One more thing, Papa. When Rose and I leave, I'll take June as well and keep her safe for you until we return."

He gasped in surprise as she smiled tenderly at him and kissed his cheek.

"I know about her, Papa; and I approve." She felt him sigh in relief and she smiled happily to herself. She took his big hand in hers and together they walked to the house.

That evening Rose asked Abby for assistance in washing William. He was still in the filthy clothes he was wearing when he'd gotten shot. He wavered in and out of consciousness while they undressed him. Abby blushed hotly when the two stripped him of his trousers and undergarments. Rose handed her a second washcloth and together they cleaned him thoroughly. Rose insisted that Abby wash his cock and balls, claiming that she needed the experience of learning a man's anatomy. She explained how a male got and maintained an erection, how his scrotum would tighten up close to his body the closer he got to orgasm, and that he manufactured thick cum in his heavy balls. Abby was highly embarrassed yet full of questions at the same time.

Subconsciously, his body knew they were fondling him and he grew partially erect. Abby was wide eyed in wonder when she felt him grow in her tiny hand. He wasn't nearly the size of Isaac, yet seemed formidable just the same. A drop of pre-cum pearled on his cock head and Rose leaned down and licked it off, much to Abby's surprise. Rose sighed and tenderly laid his cock on his thigh.

"It's really not fair to use him this way, I just thought it would help you out a bit with your education," she said with some regret.

"I agree, but thank you just the same. It was kind of fun," Abby answered, then kissed Rose's cheek. "When he wakes up I'll probably not be able to look him in the eye!" she exclaimed with a naughty smile. Rose laughed softly and kissed her back. The girls covered him in warm blankets and quietly left the room.

Trouble came in spades the following day. Just after lunch, shouts rang out from the sentries and everyone ran to their posts. A company of redcoats were marching down the road to the plantation. Two columns of a dozen men led by a mounted officer were approaching at a brisk pace. Bayonets sparkled in the bright sun while the drummer rapped out a solid cadence. George ran up the stairs with June in tow to meet with the girls.

"June, you stay with Abby and Rose no matter what," he ordered sternly.

She nodded in agreement and bravely smiled up at him. He gathered her in his arms and kissed her deeply. The girls were startled at his show of affection but they hid it masterfully. He then hugged Rose and Abby tightly and kissed their cheeks hard.

"You two do exactly as we've planned and you'll be fine. Listen for my voice and obey immediately."

"Yes, Papa," Abby said obediently.

"Of course, George. We'll miss you terribly!" Rose exclaimed and pulled him in for a quick kiss on his lips. She gave him a flirty wink and squeezed his thick bicep. He colored quickly and flicked a sideways glance at June, who was looking at him lovingly. She winked at him as well, giving his muddled mind plenty to think about. He shook his head as if clearing it of a fog and a happy smile cracked his face.

"Just know that I love you ladies, all three of you are dear to my heart." The girls all felt their eyes tear up as he turned and walked downstairs to bravely face the enemy.

Abby lined her sights up on the furthest flower pot and when the last soldier was just past it she squeezed the trigger. Her little rifle spat a lead bullet downrange that struck dead center of her target and it detonated with a mighty flash and a roar of exploding black powder. The horseshoe nails flew out like tiny scythes and mowed down the closest redcoats. The remaining troops immediately panicked and ran in a rabble towards the house. Just before they reached the 100 yard flowerpot Abby's second shot blew it sky high, sleeting death once again through their ranks. Screams rang over the fields and the wounded flailed on the ground in agony. Abby hardened her heart to the din and took a reloaded rifle from Rose's trembling hand. She watched a few soldiers try to take shelter behind a bench, one that unfortunately for them had a mine sitting on it.

With deadly precision she fired again, instantly killing four cowering troops with the resulting blast. As soon as Rose could reload and hand her a rifle, Abby would determine which mine had the most troops around it and blow it up with a well-placed shot. After the last flowerpot had done it wicked job, the smoke slowly disappeared to reveal Abby's sinister work. Not a redcoat was on his feet or trying to return fire. George and Isaac carefully approached the fallen men and ran their swords through their chests to ensure they were dead. A few cried out in agony as the sharp steel drank their blood. The redcoat officer was trapped under his dying horse and he was moaning in pain. George stood over him and watched as the light faded from his eyes.

"You should've stayed home, redcoat. You've awakened a giant," he said in a low growl.

"Father!" Abby's cry rang out from the house. He spun to see her pointing in the distance. A shiver ran down his spine when he saw what he dreaded the most. Two, horse drawn cannon were rapidly approaching!

"Isaac! The caltrops! Spread the caltrops!" he shouted. The slaves sprang into action and began throwing buckets full of the vicious devices on the roadway to impede the horses progress.

George then did the hardest thing he'd ever had to do in his life. He looked up at his dear daughter who was gazing down at him sadly. She knew, and it broke his heart.

"Run, my darling. Run!" he shouted, and watched sadly as she disappeared in an instant. He turned to face his enemy and defend his family and country.

Isaac was a black blur as he ran like the wind around the house to meet his charges at the barn. The three women arrived just as he did. They helped him as he swiftly saddled their mounts and tied down their saddlebags that were already packed with gear for a quick departure. When they were ready, Abby went to him and hugged him then quickly kissed his cheek.

"Thank you, Isaac. Take care of Father, please. I'll come back to make sure you do, I promise!" she said with a sad smile and caressed his black face.

"Yes, Missy. I will. I swear my life on it." He bowed low and kissed her small hand, then turned and ran back to the fighting.

Abby swung up on her horse and took one last look back, not flinching when a cannon ball ripped through the house to knock down a tree behind them. She spurred her mount and together the three brave women made for the green hills of Virginia.
Chapter 3
Six months later:

The three women were gathered around the table in the small cabin eating dinner. Their lives had changed immensely in the last half year and the leanness of their bodies showed it. Where they'd once had soft curves they now sported lean, firm muscle and more defined cheekbones on their beautiful faces. June and Rose looked fully mature, small lines now crinkled the corners of their beautiful eyes, caused more by stress and sleeplessness than true age. Abby, on the other hand had blossomed into an exquisitely beautiful young lady of 19 years old. She'd also morphed into a cold calculating killer of the King's men. She'd lost count of the number of men she'd sent to meet the Reaper after her first day of killing.

Since that day she'd led the girls to a cave several miles from the wrecked plantation and deep in the hills. After a couple weeks of getting settled in, she grew bored and made a quick but silent trip back to her home. The house and slave cabins had been razed nearly to the ground and been picked clean by red coated vultures. There was no sign of anyone at all. Her father, uncle, and all the slaves had vanished as if spirited away. She cried bitter tears and swore vengeance on her tyrannical enemies. She took nearly a week to return to her friends in the hills, spending time scouting near and far to determine where the redcoats range had extended. She learned that they could safely move their base camp closer to the road system which would allow her to wage the type of war she was planning more effectively. It seemed the soldiers rarely raided into the hills, preferring instead to let the militias come to them. They'd learned the deadly lesson of a patient man behind a Kentucky rifle ambushing them in the trees.

On her way back she looked in on an old friend that had built a small but sturdy cabin concealed a short distance from a lesser used road, more of a wagon trail actually. All she could find of him was a note explaining that he'd gone to fight the British and asked whomever found his note to use his cabin as needed and to fight the good fight. Tears welled in her eyes as she remembered her friend and how nicely he'd treated her and George. Shaking it off, she made a bee line to the cave and explained her plans to her girlfriends.

In short order they'd relocated and Abby set her plan in motion. First, she laid down some ground rules. Sundays were set aside for cleaning the cabin and grooming themselves. Hot baths and a sharp razor kept them feeling like ladies, they even wore dresses now and then. They also avoided using the same trail all the time when hunting or gathering water. Abby didn't want any obvious sign of their presence. Finally, they would take no one into their group without full approval of all three women.

In the first couple months since they'd left the plantation Abby had lain in ambush along a few minor roads and being extremely patient waited for just the right time to spring on unsuspecting redcoats. Normally she carried the two matching squirrel rifles and was not shy about picking off soldiers singly or in pairs. She simply left them where they lay, bleeding from a 32 caliber hole in their heads.

At times she was fortunate enough to come across a few soldiers who were camping along a road. She'd wait until dark then slide in silently and listen to their conversations. Mostly they bragged of fucking their women or how brave they'd been in a skirmish. Abby just rolled her eyes and waited until they talked of troop movements and such. Then she'd plan her attacks on information gleaned from what she heard.

One such teaser of information clued her in to a movement of cargo that included payroll for a large company of men. It was to be escorted by six redcoats, carried on a resupply wagon, and the route was to follow a road just a few miles from their cabin.

She swiftly headed back and told her companions about her plan, then they set it in motion quickly as they had only one day to prepare. They saddled up and headed out, bringing a pack mule with them that Abby had acquired in one of her raids. They stayed hidden until the redcoats and their wagon had passed by, then they followed them silently until they camped for the night. As Abby had suspected they broke out some liquor and passed it around. Foolishly, even the sentry partook and was getting wobbly on his feet. By midnight they'd all went to sleep except the drowsy man on guard duty. While Rose and June stayed back, Abby slid in close to him, concealed by her dark clothing and carrying a small keg of powder loaded with nails. It was almost child's play to her she thought, except she needed to kill him quietly. Suddenly, she had an idea when she remembered how the bumbling soldiers always bragged of their girls back home. Intuition told her that they were full of shit and had probably never even kissed a girl. Never mind that she'd never kissed a man she thought to herself irritably.

She set her keg down and unbuttoned her jacket and blouse, revealing her more than generous breasts to the night breeze. Her nipples pebbled nicely and she shivered at the rare sensation. Moving silently she drew her rapier and approached the man from the side. When she was close enough to strike she whistled faintly. He turned his head and his eyes widened as they landed on her white tits so brilliantly lit by the moon. His jaw dropped in surprise just as she whipped a wicked backhand that opened his throat from ear to ear. He fell silently to the ground and convulsed in his death throes. Almost panicked she threw herself on him to hold him still until he quit thrashing about.

She retrieved her keg and continued creeping towards the guttering fire. The remaining five men were huddled close by the coals and covered in blankets, snoring away. She nimbly stepped between them and set the keg directly on the burning coals, then she hightailed it out of there as fast as she could while remaining silent. In less than a minute she was with her companions and they hunkered down, holding tight to their mounts.

A mere handful of seconds later the night erupted in a thunderous roar as her bomb detonated violently. After the explosion not a sound came from the camp and the girls ran in expecting to have to kill a few men, but they were all stone cold dead. June started heaving up her dinner at the sight of body parts splattered around the camp and Rose followed her as well, but Abby was all business. She was unloading the payroll before the last nail fell from the sky.

"Come on ladies!" she ordered. "Help a girl out for Pete's sake!"

Frantically they loaded the gold and silver coins into their saddle bags then perused the rest of the cargo. There wasn't much other than a few bags of rice and beans and several Brown Bess muskets. They took the food and left the long guns, then made a bee line for the relative safety of the hills. All that action had happened awhile ago and the girls had since been laying low.

Abby finished her brandy then closed her eyes and leaned back in her bath while listening to Rose chatter. She was relating a story about a man she'd met before she married William. She was quite explicit in the telling and Abby found herself wanting the touch of a man on her young body. As Rose expounded on how large the man was, and how she'd taken him, until he'd filled her belly with his hot seed, Abby stroked herself under the water and hummed in pleasure. For the first time since she'd left her home she allowed herself an orgasm. The brandy had no doubt lowered her inhibitions and she lost herself in Rose's story. She fancied she could feel the man's tongue lick her open as he'd done to Rose. She sighed in pleasure and came hard on her fingers. Slowly she realized it was now quiet in the room. She lazily opened her eyes to see both her friends staring at her.

"What," she said somewhat defiantly. "Can't a girl enjoy herself a little?"

Rose's face was flushed and June's breasts were heaving slightly.

"You cum exquisitely, Abby," Rose said in reverence. "You're absolutely beautiful." June was nodding in agreement and squirming in her chair. Rose's story had gotten her hot and bothered too. The girl's sex lives had been nonexistent for the last six months and they all needed release badly.

"I'll let you two have the tub, I'm getting too hot," she offered and daintily stepped out while Rose handed her a towel.

"Let me, please." June moved in and took the towel, drying Abby like she used to back at home. Rose slid in the water and sighed in contentment. June proceeded to wash her hair for her while she purred happily. Abby laid back naked on her bed, and watched the two women groom each other. When Rose was scrubbed clean she got out and sat on a stool, spreading her legs wide. June knelt and swiftly shaved her clean, then Rose returned the favor by washing her up and shaving her as well.

Abby had another shot of liquor and was feeling no pain as she reclined on her pillows with her eyes closed. Suddenly, a low moan broke the silence. She cracked an eye open to see Rose while she sat on the stool. Rose was looking at Abby with a questioning look, wondering if her actions with June were okay with Abby. Abby nodded and closed her eyes again. She heard the two lovers move to the other bed and continue their love making. Abby let her mind wander in a fantasy. The moans she was hearing were now her own as a tall muscular man appeared between her thighs and started licking her. She rolled a firm breast in one hand and stroked her with the other while her fantasy man pleasured her. Soon, he rose up while spreading her legs wide. He was larger than Isaac and terribly handsome. Long hair hung over his shoulders to brush her face as he bent over her. Just when his thickness touched her wetness & she came violently on her whirling fingers. Her companions looked at her in pleasant surprise when she cried out in passionate orgasm. Eventually her fingers slowed, then her hands slipped to her sides as she slipped into a liquor and sex induced sleep. June got up and tucked her under the blankets, then gently kissed her lips and returned to Rose in bed.

The following day Abby was feeling antsy and decided to go scout around for redcoats. She planned on going to a major road that she rarely hunted, usually there was simply too much traffic for her to operate safely and it was far more dangerous, but she was feeling frisky and took the chance. She packed enough supplies to be gone for a few days and said goodbye to her companions, showing them roughly on a map where she intended to be. They both hugged and kissed her, encouraging her to come home safely. It took her most of the day to get there and she arrived by late afternoon. She knew if she found a decent target they'd be pulling off the road and setting up camp in a matter of hours, giving her an opportunity to lurk and listen or take other action as she judged best.

As luck would have it, a group of four redcoats appeared. Three were marching and one drove a wagon with what looked to be a prisoner in the back. Abby watched from her hidden position as the wagon rattled by. The prisoner was wearing a tattered uniform of the Continental army and had a black hood over his head which almost concealed the long, dark, curly hair that hung down his broad back. His hands were manacled behind him, his feet were bound together with rope, and he swayed around as if he were drunk or disoriented. He looked like a tall man and his shoulders were broad and rounded with muscle. Abby felt an almost electric shock in the first few moments she saw him. A feeling of desperation and certainty came over her, one that she'd never felt before. She knew without a doubt that she must rescue him and free him from his captors. From that moment on, her every thought was consumed with a plan to kill the redcoats and free the man.

She shadowed them carefully until nightfall when they pulled off the trail at what appeared to be a large, well used camping spot. A ring of firestones were already in place and old faded cloth tarps flapped from flimsy wooden frames which appeared to have been used in the past as cover from the elements. She flinched when the soldiers pushed their prisoner out of the wagon and he fell awkwardly to ground, grunting in pain when he landed. They roughly tied a rope around his neck and lashed him to a nearby oak tree.

Abby was watching from behind one of the tented structures when she had an idea. She quickly returned to her mount and retrieved a bottle of whisky, then placed it on the ground near the abandoned tent. She moved her position and waited patiently. The soldiers set up their camp for the evening, never missing a chance to punch or kick their prisoner every time they walked by him. He was laying on the ground groaning in pain almost constantly and her heart went out to him, but she needed the cloak of full darkness to carry out her plan.

It seemed to take forever but eventually a redcoat got up and began checking out the tattered structures for a good place to sleep. He let out a whoop when he found the whiskey bottle and showed it to his cohorts. In no time they were drinking freely and getting louder by the minute. Thankfully they hadn't eaten yet and the liquor went straight to their heads.

Unfortunately, the drunker they got the more abuse the Continental soldier endured. They kicked and beat him until he was limp and unconscious. When a particularly vicious redcoat took a bayonet out, Abby knew she had to act, and quickly, regardless of her own safety. Somehow she knew her future was entangled with the Continental soldier and she felt a dire sense of urgency. When the redcoat stabbed their victim in the thigh with his bayonet, Abby snapped, losing her usual iron self control. She jumped to her feet, drew her rapier, and leapt into the center of the laughing drunken men. Stabbing one in the heart, she swung around to see another gaping at her with an open mouth. She promptly ran her steel between his teeth and out the back of his neck, her blade parting his spinal cord in an instant. By now the other two had drawn their swords and awkwardly addressed her. From long practice with her father she could tell neither man was well trained in swordplay.

After a half dozen strokes from them and parries from her, confidence bloomed in her chest. In a handful of seconds she pressed in with a dazzling display of swordsmanship and both men were left gasping on the ground, bleeding and disarmed. She whipped out her dagger and knelt over one of the men, straddling his chest. She looked down at his frightened face and rammed her blade up under his chin, puncturing his brain while twisting her knife viciously to scramble his skull's contents. She shivered in wicked pleasure when she watched the light leave his eyes. She did the same to the other unfortunate and then went to the unconscious prisoner. She felt a sense of urgency, exposed as they were to the nearby road and it's potential passerby's.

She poked and prodded him but he was out cold. She was amazed at his sheer size. He must have been close to six and a half feet tall and an easy 230 pounds in weight.

How was she going to move him? Shit! Racking her brain for ideas, she ran to the wagon and looked inside. Nothing! What to do? Her eye fell on the bench the prisoner had been sitting on. She hopped up and took it in hand, yanking and pulling on the planks with all her strength. It moved only slightly, but at least it moved. She grabbed a nearby musket and used it for a pry bar. Gradually she worked the bench seat loose and tossed it out on the ground. Pouring sweat, she manhandled the man over on his back and atop the planks. She lashed him down tightly and secured the makeshift travois to her horse, then quickly and quietly as possible, vanished into the night.

To be continued in part 2, by Seethegood for Literotica.

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July 01, 2025 It Took Cupid’s Army

It Took Cupid’s ArmyCan I woo the girl who knows my embarrassing childhood?
Based on a post by Mac G. Listen to the podcast at Connected.

Even
though it is right in front of you, you don't always see what's good
for you. Sometimes you need a little nudge. This is about a couple of
mine.
When
I was five, Jenny's family moved in directly across the street from us.
Our families became good friends right away. Due to the fact that there
was nobody else our age living nearby (Jenny is three months older than
I am), we soon became inseparable.
She
had no trouble keeping up with me in the rough and tumble things I
wanted to do, and I had no problems playing house with her when she
wanted. One of our parents always had to shoo us home at night because
we would never think about it ourselves. I once tried to get my parents
to let Jenny spend the night, but they said it was not right for girls
to spend the night with boys.
Although
I missed it at the time, the first indication that Jenny and I would
end up together came when we were fourteen. I was over at her house
watching TV with her and her dad. As we sat there, the doorbell rang.
Jenny got up to answer it. She came back a moment later followed by a
policeman.
"Mr. Adams," he said, "I'm afraid I have some bad news."
Jenny's dad got up to stand next to her. I stood a few feet behind them.
"I'm
really sorry to say that there has been an accident. A drunk ran a red
light and hit your wife's car," the policeman stated.
"What! When? Where? How is she?" Mr. Adams asked.
"The paramedics did their best, but I'm afraid she didn't make it. I am truly sorry."
At
this point, Jenny turned around and looked at me, tears pouring from
her eyes. She ran to me, buried her head in my shoulder and sobbed. I
guided her to the couch and sat her down. Holding her gently, I let her
cry herself out, trying to soothe her as best as I could.
After
about fifteen minutes, Mr. Adams finished up with the policeman and
came over to sit next to us. Jenny had calmed down a little and was just
crying lightly. He took Jenny in his arms and held her. I got up and
called my parents telling them what had happened. They both came right
over.
After
a lot of consoling and grief, Dad left with Mr. Adams to tend to the
body while Mom stayed with Jenny and I. Mom told me later how proud she
was of me and for handling the situation and comforting Jenny so well.
Years later, Mr. Adams said he'd kill me if I told Jenny, but that it
hurt a little when Jenny turned to me, instead of him, for comfort upon
hearing the news about her mom.
The First Nudge
I
have always thought differently about Jenny than anyone else. Even
during those awkward adolescent times all boys go through in which girls
are gross and have cooties, I never felt that way about Jenny. It was
like my mind thought, 'That's not a girl, that's Jenny'. The trouble was
that as I grew into a teenager and began to notice girls, it was the
same thing; I didn't realize just how beautiful Jenny was becoming.
Ironically,
it was on a date with someone else in the summer between our Junior and
Senior years that her beauty was pointed out to me. We had been having a
great time: Dinner, movie, and ice cream afterwards. It was close to
time to take my date home.
"Anne, can I ask you a question?" I asked.
"Sure, what's up?"
"Well,
when I asked you out, you seemed a little surprised. Pleased, but
surprised. I got the same response from Sarah Jansen last month, and I
was wondering if it was true you were surprised, and if so, why?"
Anne smiled and hesitated a moment before answering.
"Yes,
it's true I was a little surprised and I'm sure Sarah was as well. The
reason is we keep expecting you two knuckleheads to wake up and see what
a good thing you've got."
"Knuckleheads? What two knuckleheads?" I asked.
"Okay,
it looks like it's up to me to straighten you out, although I really
shouldn't," she sighed. "I'm going to do this in a roundabout way. I'm
going to ask you a bunch of questions. Some of them may seem silly, and
some might be embarrassing, but I need you to trust me and answer them
all honestly."
"Okay, I'll try."
"Good. Now first question: Do you think I'm pretty?"
"Of course I do. Most guys in school do."
"Thank
you," she said, blushing a little, "Now, I know all guys have different
ideas about the ideal woman, but am I your ideal? Be honest."
"No, you're not." I said a little chagrinned.
"Hey,
don't worry about it. I asked for honesty. I'm somebody's ideal and
I'll find them one day. Let's concentrate on your ideal woman. I'll say
an attribute and you tell me what you like. You okay with this?"
"I guess."
"Ok, height?"
"Your height, perhaps a little taller."
"Hair?"
"Red, long and straight."
"Longer than my shoulder length?" Anne asked.
"Yes."
"Eyes?"
"Green."
"Mouth?"
"Don't know. Never thought about that."
"Not a problem. Now, don't get embarrassed, but look at my tits."
I couldn't help it, I turned crimson, but I looked briefly. She had very nice tits.
"That's
what I like about you, Tony; even with permission you don't ogle at a
girl's chest. Most guys would be glued there right now. Ok, what would
you change?"
"Nothing, I really like your tits," I said, turning even redder, if that were possible.
"Thanks,
so do I. There's definitely something there to attract attention, but
not too much. What about the butt? Do you like big butts?"
"Not really."
"What about legs?"
"Long, with a good muscle structure."
"Great.
Now, here is what you just told me is your ideal woman; 5'9" or 5'10"
tall, long, straight red hair, green eyes, an athletic build, long
muscular legs leading up to a nice tight butt. Is that an accurate
description?"
"Yes, that would be correct."
"And you still don't see it do you?"
"I guess not. See what?"
"You just perfectly described Jenny Adams."
I sat there for a moment. She was right of course, but I had never made the connection.
"Did
you know that most guys think Jenny is the best looking girl in school?
Many also think you are an idiot for not dating her. You've been best
friends for so long you two cannot see it any other way. You should
start looking at Jenny as the beautiful woman she is. With the great
friendship you've already built, you two would make a perfect couple.
Think about it, you dope," Anne ordered with a grin.
"I will, I promise," I said. "Now, I'd better get you home before your dad sends out the posse."
I
drove her home in silence. When I walked her to the door, I said,
"Thanks a lot for telling me that, Anne. I guess it's true it's
sometimes hard to see what is right in front of your nose."
"You're
welcome. I'm sure you two will be very happy together. Now, I don't
usually do this on a first date, but as I'm pretty sure I've just
ensured there won't be a second one, kiss me good night."
"Gladly."
I
leaned forward and gave her a gentle kiss. She was having none of that.
Throwing her arms around my neck she pulled me in for a nice, hard
kiss. It seemed to last forever, breaking only when we ran out of air.
"Thanks, that's just what I wanted," she said smiling. "Now, go get her, Tiger!" With that, she turned and went inside.
It's
a good thing the route home was so familiar, as I was not paying too
much attention to where I was going; I was thinking about Jenny. She was
beautiful. She was also a great person. She was funny and fun to be
around; kind to everyone; caring with genuine compassion; helpful
whenever you needed her. She had so many wonderful qualities that it's
hard to think of them all.
Two
days later, Jenny was over at my house watching TV. As the movie ended,
she turned to me, saying, "Okay, Tony, what's up? You've been quiet all
day and you've been giving me some funny looks."
I hesitated before answering, unsure as to how to answer. I was really nervous about how this would go. I took a deep breath.
"Jenny, will you go out with me on Friday?" I asked her.
"Sure, we can get together and..."
"No, please, that's not what I mean. I don't want to just get together; I want to go on a date, a real date."
She looked at me with her eyebrows raised. I could see the wonder in her eyes.
"Look,
Jenny, I know we've been friends for a long time, you've always been my
best friend, but lately I've been seeing you in a different light. I've
always known you were pretty, but I'm starting to see just how
beautiful you really are. I've always known you were a girl, but now I'm
seeing you as a woman. We're friends but I'd like to see if maybe we
could be more."
She sat there, deep in thought. I waited for her to decide.
After
several minutes I added, "I know this is sudden. You don't have to
answer now if you want to think about it for a while. Don't be afraid to
say no. Nothing will change if you say no."
She
smiled at me and said, "I don't need to wait. Of course I'll go on a
date with you. I just wasn't expecting it. What brought this about?"
"I'll tell you, I promise, but not right now. What time do you want to start?"
"Um, I'll let you know."
"Fine. Want a Coke?"
"Sure."
I
went a got one for each of us. We watched some more TV, neither one of
us talking much. When she left to go home, she paused at the door and
gave me a long look, smiling slightly.
The
rest of the week seemed to last forever. Jenny must have said something
to her dad, and he spoke to my parents, because on Wednesday evening
Mom came into my room, announcing, "Let me know what you plan on wearing
for your big date Friday, and I'll make sure it's clean and nicely
pressed."
"Okay, Mom, thanks. I'm not sure...wait, how did you know about Friday?"
"Moms just know," she said, grinning. "If there's anything else I can do for you, let me know."
When
Friday came, I had still not told her what I wanted to wear, having
changed my mind several times. I went out in the afternoon to get a
haircut. When I got back home, there was a brand new outfit laying on my
bed waiting. It was perfect. As I was getting ready, my dad came in my
room.
"Here, try some of this," he said, handing me a bottle of cologne. "It's a very popular scent."
"Thanks, Dad."
"Also, a good date needs a good ride. Take my car tonight."
I was stunned. Dad rarely let's anyone drive his car. He had saved for years to afford it. "Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yes, I'm sure. I got it cleaned up nicely today and it's got a full tank of gas. Enjoy yourself."
"Wow, thanks, Dad! You're awesome."
When the time came, I walked across to her house and knocked. Mr. Adams answered.
"Come on in Tony, she'll be right down. Where are you going tonight?" he asked.
"I
made a reservation at that new Italian place south of the mall. After
that, we'll just see. Probably a movie later on," I answered.
We
heard the sound of Jenny coming down the stairs. I turned to see her
and was stunned. She was wearing a light green sun dress that stopped
just above her knees. Her legs looked great, tapering to a pair of
strappy sandals with a 2½-inch heel. Her red hair cascaded down over the
front of her shoulders, framing her face nicely. Jenny's eyes were
sparkling and she was grinning from ear to ear.
I walked up to her as she got to the bottom of the stairs.
"I've never seen you look more beautiful," I said.
She blushed a little and said, "Thanks, you look great, too."
We walked back to her dad.
"Have
fun tonight you two," he said. "I've talked to your parents, Tony, and
for tonight, and tonight only, there is no curfew for you two - just
don't push it too far."
"We won't, Mr. Adams, I promise," I said.
We
walked across the street to the car. Jenny's eyes got huge when she saw
we were heading to Dad's car. We drove to the restaurant in an awkward
silence. As we were waiting for the table, I reached out and took her
hand in mine. I wasn't sure if it was a good idea, as I figured she
could feel that my heart was beating about 200 times a minute. Jenny
just smiled at me and squeezed it gently.
Dinner
went well. The talking started slow, but we loosened up some as things
went on. By the end I think I had my heart down to about 150.
As
we walked back to the car, I took her hand again. Before I opened her
door, I turned her to face me. "Are you still as nervous as I am?" I
asked.
"Oh God, yes," she replied.
"I have an idea, but I don't want to make it worse," I said quietly.
She looked up at me, whispering, "I don't think anything would make it worse."
I
leaned forward and kissed her. As our lips met, it felt like I had
touched 1,000 volts. The excitement went from head to toe. I wrapped my
arms around her, pulling her to me gently. Jenny hesitated for a moment,
and then just melted in my arms.
After several minutes, we broke the kiss. Jenny was smiling broadly and looking at me dreamily.
"Now we don't have to worry about That for the rest of the night. One less thing to think about," I said.
She
just started laughing, pulled me in and hugged me tightly. I could feel
all the tension leave her body. She felt so good in my arms; I knew I
wanted this to happen a lot more.
After
a few minutes, she pulled back, looked at me and said, "You're right, I
was thinking about it. I shouldn't be bothered about it anymore. I do
think, however, that we should make sure."
She
leaned in and kissed me again. This one was even better because we were
both putting more of ourselves into it. She kept holding me tighter and
pulling me closer, her hands pressed to the back of my shoulders. I put
one hand on her lower back, gently rubbing. With the other hand I
reached up and held the back of her head, my fingers entwined in her
hair. The feel of her tits pressing against my chest aroused me and I
began to stir in my pants.
We
finally broke the kiss when we heard a whistle from near the
restaurant. I turned to look and saw a couple standing there. He was
looking at us and she was tugging on his arm to get him to move. When he
saw us staring back at him, he gave in and they walked off.
I turned back to Jenny, worried she'd been upset by the scene. "Maybe we should go somewhere else."
Jenny
and I decided to go over to the theatre, where we quickly agreed on a
movie. We sat in the back, with my arm around her and her head resting
on my shoulder. I enjoyed the feeling of her up against me so much that I
wasn't paying attention, and still don't remember what movie we saw.
Afterward,
we went down to the park on the waterfront and just walked around
holding hands. Finally, around 12:30 a.m., we decided we should get
home. Standing on her porch, I looked at her and couldn't help but
smile.
"I have never had a better night in all my life," I said.
"Me neither. I'm just upset we waited so long to do this," she said.
"I know, we were kind of dumb, weren't we?"
"We'll just have to do whatever we can to catch up." Jenny winked.
We
stood there kissing for about twenty minutes. I decided I should be
getting home before her dad came to investigate. I was a little
surprised he hadn't yet.
I
don't think I touched the ground as I went across the street. It took
me hours to fall asleep; I didn't want the night to end and went over
every detail, committing each to memory.
For
the rest of the summer, except for the five days Jenny and her dad were
at her grandparents, we spent every day together. We got closer and
closer. At one point when we were at the mall, we ran into Anne, who
noticed we were holding hands. She told us she was very happy for us. I
confessed to Jenny that it was Anne who had suggested that I look at her
closer. Jenny gave Anne a big hug and thanked her profusely.
When
school started, it quickly got around that our friendship had blossomed
into romance. It seemed to be the general consensus that this was a
good thing. We got a couple of grumbles from a guy who had been after
Jenny to go out with him since our freshman year, but we just ignored
him.
Every
day after school we did our homework together, helping each other
through troublesome concepts. It may have taken a little longer than if
we had done it separately, but we didn't care because we were enjoying
every minute of it.
I
once overheard my dad talking about us to my mom, saying, "We haven't
spent as much time as they have together since we were on our
honeymoon!" Mom just told him to mind his business and leave us alone.
The Second Nudge
It
was March and Mr. Adams was leaving on a business trip. We had
celebrated my 18th birthday the night before and we were all still in a
good mood, or so I thought. My parents and I walked across the street to
Jenny's house. They were going to drive him to the airport while I
stayed with Jenny. Mr. Adams greeted us at the door and let us in.
"Where's Jenny?" I asked, not seeing her there.
"She's
up in her room right now," he replied. "Listen Tony, I need to talk to
you for a moment before you see her. She's a little upset right now."
"I thought something was bothering her, but she said it was nothing"
"It
started a couple of days ago when she got the mail. There was a letter
addressed to her mother, from her high school reunion committee. I wrote
them last time to say she had passed, but I guess they never put that
down on their records. It got Jenny thinking about her."
Jenny
has told me many times how much she misses her mom. My mom has been a
great help to her as she was growing up, but it's just not the same.
"Then
today," Mr. Adams continued, "she was helping me pack. When she got the
suitcase out of the closet, she knocked down a box and it spilled on
the floor. The box contained a lot of pictures of Jenny and her mother.
She's been looking at them for a while now and crying. I comforted her
as much as I could, but I don't think it's enough."
We
let my parents put the suitcase in the car while Mr. Adams went back to
say goodbye to Jenny. I followed him back to her room and waited
outside while he talked to her. When he came back, he looked at me for a
moment before speaking.
"Jenny
needs to feel loved right now. She knows I love her and she knows how
much you love her, but right now she needs to Feel it for herself. I
trust you Tony. I know you two are taking things slowly, and I'm proud
of how you are going at this new relationship of yours. Most guys your
age would have put pressure on her for more. I know she's hesitant to
say so, but I do believe that she is ready for more. All she needs is
some gentle coaxing from you."
I looked at him with a puzzled expression. Did I just understand that he was giving his ok for me to make love to his daughter?
He
must have understood how I was feeling because he laughed a little and
said, "I know that's not what you expect to hear from a father, but I
understand what it is like to be young these days. Besides, like I said,
I trust you Tony. You have been the best thing in Jenny's life for a
long time and only want the best for her."
He
held out his hand and I took and gave it a shake. He then left to go on
his trip. I paused a moment to get myself together before entering
Jenny's room. She was sitting on her bed with her knees up and arms
around her legs. Her face was buried in her legs and I could hear her
gentle crying. The bed was covered with pictures. I walked over and
cleared a space of pictures and then sat down. I pulled her to me and
held her in my arms. She cried for a little while longer and then
stopped. When she looked up at me, her face was streaked with makeup
from her tears.
"Don't look at me Tony. I must look terrible," she said, hiding her face again.
"What you look like, Jenny," I said, "is the most beautiful woman in the world."
I
picked up a tissue from the box nearby and wiped at her face. She tried
to pull away, embarrassed at how she looked, but I wouldn't let her go.
When I had her face dry, I leaned in and kissed her. I could feel the
need in her lips and held on for quite a while. When we parted, she laid
her head on my shoulder. I reached down and picked up a picture of
Jenny and her mom at the beach.
"Your mom is a very beautiful woman. You take after her in that regards."
"That was my first two piece suit." she said quietly. "At 10 I thought I was old enough for one."
"You look wonderful in that suit. Too bad I was too young to appreciate it then."
I looked at her and saw the tears forming again. "I miss her so much, Tony," she whispered.
"I
know you do. I miss her too. It's your depth of love and compassion
that make you who you are. It's one of your best features and why I love
you so much. I know it's hard, but instead of thinking about the fact
that she's gone, let's focus on the good things we had while she was
here? Show me some of these pictures"
At
first it was hard for her to look, but the more I encouraged her to
focus on the good, adding some of the things I remembered about her mom,
the happier she became. After about an hour, we had gone through all
the photos and put them back in the box. Jenny was smiling as she put
the box on her desk. She came back and sat down next to me, hugging me
close.
"Thank you so much, Tony." she whispered in my ear. "You always know just how to make me happy."
"Only because you make Me so happy." I replied.
Jenny pulled back and looked in my eyes. She must have liked what she saw because she smiled and said, "I love you."
She
leaned forward and kissed me. It started out tender and loving, but
became more passionate as it progressed. After several minutes, I
reached behind her, unzipped her dress and began to rub her back in lazy
circles, progressing to tracing the length of her spine with the
lightest touch of my fingertips.
Jenny
pulled back. For a moment I thought I'd pushed her too far, but she
just smiled, tossed her shoes away, pulled her dress up over her head
and tossed it on the floor. She had on matching bra and panties; the
creamy skin of her tits was set off beautifully by the black lace.
She
reached over and began unbuttoning my shirt, her fingernails grazing my
chest as she fumbled occasionally, sending shocks through my body. I
pulled it out of my pants and started at the bottom. When it was undone,
I took it off and tossed it on top of her dress while Jenny busied
herself unbuckling my belt. When she unzipped me, I stood up, shimmied
out of my pants, which joined the pile on the floor, and sat back down.
We
hesitated for a moment, just looking at each other. While we had both
seen the other before, it was mostly hurried in the back of the car.
This was the first time we had been able to get a good look.
She
looked absolutely beautiful. Her bra emphasized, rather than hid, her
tits, creating nice cleavage at the top. Her legs looked wonderful
encased in the thigh-high nylons, long and smooth. Her panties, nicely
riding high on her hips, hinted strongly of the wonderful treasure
hidden beneath. I saw pleasure written all over her gorgeous face.
After
giving me the once over, and her approval, I assumed, she looked in my
eyes and gave me a wicked grin. Reaching behind her back, she unclasped
her bra, which loosened on her chest but held in place. Leaning forward,
she ever so slowly pulled it away from her body, revealing a glorious
sight: twin mounds of firm flesh with exquisitely erect nipples.
Even
though I had felt them before, I tentatively reached out. When my hands
were mere inches from touching her tits, Jenny leaned forward, closing
the gap.
She
shut her eyes and sighed as I gently caressed them. They felt so soft
and smooth; it was a joy to hold them. I ran my hands all around the
outside, slowly making the circles smaller and smaller. When I finally
reached the nipples, I took them between my thumb and forefinger and
squeezed, causing Jenny to wince.
"Sorry." I said.
Easing
up, I concentrated on her nipples for a while then went back to the
outsides. Laying her back on the bed, I continued to caress the left one
while leaning down to take the right one in my mouth. I sucked gently
on her nipple while flicking it rapidly with the tip on my tongue. Jenny
grabbed my head and pressed me to her, urging me on.
"Yes, keep it up," she said. "That feels so good."
I
increased my efforts, sucking and licking her nipples before moving
outward. I spent about fifteen minutes exploring every inch of her tits,
moving back and forth between the two. Finally, Jenny pulled me up off
of them to give me a deep kiss.
"That felt so good; you can do that any time you want to," she said smiling. "But right now, it's my turn to pleasure you."
Jenny
rolled us over, and started kissing her way down my body. She paused
briefly at my belly button and probed it with her tongue. This tickled
and got me giggling. My giggles only encouraged her to continue probing
harder. Soon I was laughing so hard I had to pull her up in a hug. She
looked at me with a wicked grin.
"Enough of that, you minx," I said. "Are you pleasuring me or torturing me?"
"A little of both, and I'll have to remember that reaction for the future."
"With my luck, I'm sure you will."
Grinning,
she went back and gave me one last lick before continuing downward with
the kisses. When she got to my briefs, she grabbed a hold of the sides
and tugged. I lifted my hips to allow her to remove them. She tossed
them over with the clothes on the floor.
Starting
at my feet, she kissed her way up my legs, going back and forth between
them. As she slowly moved higher, she spread my legs a little to give
herself room to kneel between them.
When
she got to my cock, it was hard and sticking up in the air. She gently
took it in her hands, caressing it lightly. Running her hands all over
it, she examined it closely, then leaned in and kissed it right on the
tip.
"Oh my God," I moaned, "that feels wonderful."
She
kissed it again. Sticking out her tongue, she licked all around the
head. She licked me from top to bottom and all over my balls. Licking
back up to the top, she opened her mouth and slipped the head inside,
bringing another moan from me. She slowly moved up and down, taking a
little more of me inside her mouth each time.
After
what seemed like forever, I finally bumped into the back of her throat,
causing her to gag. She took me out of her mouth to catch her breath,
and looked up to see my reaction. I looked back at her and smiled
broadly.
Pleased,
she took me in her mouth again. This time she bobbed faster. She gagged
a couple of times when she took me too deep, but soon got a good feel
for it. She scraped me once with her teeth, but other than that, the
feeling was more than anything I had expected. I knew I wasn't going to
last long.
"Oh God, Jen....I'm gonna come soon," I croaked.
Jenny smiled up at me then said, "I must be doing something right then."
"Yes, you're doing great."
"I can't wait to see what you taste like. Let it go for me."
She
renewed her efforts; her mouth was flying. With a loud moan, I exploded
in her mouth. She tried to swallow it all but some of it spilled out
onto my groin.
When
I stopped shooting, Jenny let me fall from her mouth and started
cleaning me off with her tongue. When she was done, she crawled up next
to me. Even though she had some of my cum on her lips, I kissed her
hard.
"My god, Jen, that was incredible," I said when I broke the kiss. "Where on earth did you learn to do that?"
"On
the Internet." she said, blushing. "I found some articles and a couple
of videos. And then I practiced a few times on a banana."
"You learned it well. I hope I can live up to it."
"Don't worry about it."
I
had caught my breath by then, so I smiled at her and began kissing my
way down her body. When I got to her belly button, I attacked, like she
did with me. I didn't get the same response, so I continued on down.
When
I got to her panties, I studied them for a moment. The way they hugged
her curves looked really good. The black was a nice contrast to her
alabaster skin. It was like beautiful wrapping on a gift.
I
ran my fingers along the edges. Her skin was smooth and warm. Placing
my palm on her, I pressed lightly and moved it in small circles. Jenny
squirmed at this and let out a soft moan. As I was rubbing her, I could
feel her panties getting moist. I hooked my fingers in the sides and
pulled them off.
I
thoroughly enjoyed seeing her exposed slowly. She had a small bit of
hair in a strip at the top. The rest of her pussy was shaved. Her lips
were glistening with her arousal. The aroma was stimulating. Her musky
scent thrilled my senses. My mind was saying 'This is what a great woman
smells like'.
I
paused to breathe deeply before taking her panties the rest of the way
off her legs. I caressed her calves tenderly, first one leg, then the
other. Moving up, I kissed the back of each knee. Spreading her legs and
putting them back on the bed, I tickled my way up her thighs making her
squirm.
With
her legs spread, her lips were parted slightly, her arousal evident.
They looked like a flower opening to accept the warmth of the sun. It
was more beautiful than any flower I had ever seen.
I
leaned forward and ran my tongue slowly from right above her anus, up
across the lips, to up above her clit, flicking the tip over the small
ridge I felt there. This caused her to take a sharp breath in through
her teeth; her thighs clamping around the sides of my head.
She
relaxed, and I pushed her thighs apart again. I ran my tongue all
around the outside of her pussy. After licking her for a few minutes, I
reached in with my fingers and spread her lips apart. Inserting my
tongue, I pushed it in as far as I could, marveling at the feel of her
wetness spreading over my face. Her moans encouraged me, and I continued
to lick inside her opening.
Soon,
I worked my way up to her clit. Holding it in my lips, I ran the tip of
my tongue over it rapidly. Jenny was groaning loudly, grabbing my head,
pushing me harder into her. While sucking on her clit, I slowly pushed
my finger into her. She was hot and wet and clamped down on my digit. I
leaned back so I could watch as I stroked in and out. Every time I
withdrew, she tightened up on me as if she didn't want to let go.
Soon
I added a second finger, twisting them as well as stroking. As her
moans got louder, I leaned in again to lick her clit. Increasing the
speed of both my fingers and my tongue, she pushed her hips up off the
bed towards me. Suddenly she wailed. Her thighs clamped down on my head,
all of her muscles tightened up then started contracting wildly. I felt
her flood my chin as she gasped for breath.
After a while she calmed down and loosened her grip on my head. I stopped licking and crawled up on top of her.
"I've
never felt like that before in my life," she said to me breathlessly.
She continued, looking at me with an intensity I'd never seen before,
"Tony, you made me feel amazing."
"Just
like you made me feel. I'm glad. How are you doing? Do you want to
continue?" I asked, my re-hardened cock nestling against her pussy.
"Yes, I do." Then, looking me deep in the eyes, she said, "I want to feel you inside me."
She
reached down between us and took a hold of my cock. Rubbing it against
her, she positioned it at her entrance and nodded. I pushed, slowly
increasing the pressure. There was a lot of resistance. Finally the head
popped in, causing Jenny to gasp. I stopped for a moment, letting her
get used to it. When she had relaxed, I pushed further into her.
Using
short, steady strokes, I slowly eased deeper and deeper inside her.
Soon our pubes were touching. We both let out a moan when we felt it.
Remaining completely inside her, I rubbed against her, eliciting a moan
when I rubbed across her clit. She arched up her pelvis, pushing back at
me.
I
began to withdraw from her. She clamped down like a hot, velvet vise.
When I got almost out, I pushed back in slowly. I continued with long,
slow strokes, each one sending waves of pleasure, radiating out from my
cock to fill the rest of my body.
Looking
down at Jenny, her eyes were closed and her face was filled with
ecstasy. Her hands were at her head, gripping and releasing her hair.
Her mouth was held in an O. Her breathing was getting faster and
shallower.
Opening
her eyes, she smiled up at me and said, "I never knew pleasure could be
this strong. Every time I think it can't get any better, it does."
She
reached up and caressed my face, looking deep in my eyes. I gently
kissed and nibbled her finger tips. She stuck her first and second
fingers in my mouth and I sucked on them. Moving her hands down, she ran
her nails over my chest, tickling the hairs.
Easing
down on her, I kissed all around her face and down to her ears. Gently
biting her lobe brought out a moan from her. Coming back up, I placed a
kiss on each of her eyes.
Rising
up on my arms, we both looked down to watch me thrusting in and out of
her. It was the best sight I had ever seen. After watching for several
minutes, she pulled me down on her so she could kiss me. Our tongues
dueled with each other as I slowly increased the pace. Soon I was
slapping her hard with every thrust. We were moaning around our kiss. I
could feel myself getting close.
"I'm gonna come real soon," I panted.
"Yes, do it," she answered. "I want to feel you come inside me."
It
only took about a dozen more thrusts before I groaned, buried myself as
far into her as I could, and blasted off. She wrapped her arms and legs
around me and squeezed me tightly, rubbing her clit against my shaft.
In only a few quick strokes, she came as well and her pussy spasmed
around my cock.
It
seemed like I came forever, but we both soon came down from the heights
of pleasure. I rolled us on our sides but remained inside her.
I looked deep in her eyes and kissed her tenderly.
"That
was the most incredible thing I have ever felt in my life," I said. "If
I had known it was that wonderful, I wouldn't have waited so long."
"I'm glad we did wait," she said, "It only heightened the pleasure. This was just right. I love you, Tony."
"I love you too, Jen."
We stayed like that for a long time, just gazing at each other and gently kissing.
Eventually,
I softened and slipped out of her. After about a half an hour, I got
out of bed to shut the light off. Climbing back in bed we slipped under
the covers and I spooned up to her back as I reached around her to hug
her tightly to me. She turned her head to give me one last kiss.
"Goodnight, My love," she said.
"Goodnight, Beautiful," I responded.
It
didn't take me long to fall asleep. In the morning, we were still
cuddled up together. I woke up first and just laid there, enjoying the
feel of her in my arms. Soon enough, she woke up and turned around to
face me.
"Good morning, Love," I said, kissing her. "Waking up with you in my arms was truly wonderful."
"I know," she responded, "I have never felt this good myself."
We
laid there for a few moments, then got up and got dressed. I stayed and
talked for a little while before heading home. In the kitchen, both my
parents were sitting there drinking their morning coffee.
"Good morning, Tony," my mom said cheerily.
"Good morning," I said.
"Would you like some breakfast?" Mom asked.
"No thanks mom, I'm not hungry."
We sat there in an awkward silence; Mom and Dad did a bad job trying not to grin.
After
several long minutes I said, "Okay, if I don't say something we'll sit
here forever. Let's all acknowledge that yes, I just spent the night
with Jenny, and, yes, we did have sex. And, no, I never want to talk
about it again, okay?"
Dad just grinned from ear to ear and Mom smiled at me.
Jenny
told me that when her dad got home from his trip at the end of the
week, he just knew. She was a little embarrassed when he asked, but he
made sure she knew he didn't mind, and if she ever needed anything, or
wanted to ask questions, he would always be there for her.
Life
got even better following our night together. Jenny and I spent as much
time together as possible. We even spent the night together some, and
neither my parents nor her dad said anything.
Jenny
and I were married at the end of the summer. She chose go to work while
I went to college. She worked as a receptionist in a law firm until
just before our first child was born. Our parents helped support us
until I graduated and got a job.
We
just celebrated our five year anniversary. Mary, named after Jenny's
mom, is now three years old, and her little sister Anne is almost one
(yes, we did name her after our friend that got us together). I've got a
great job as a computer consultant. Jenny gets more beautiful every
year and loves being a mother.
Our life turned out wonderfully. All it needed was a little nudge.
Based on a post by Mac G, for Literotica
47 min
June 29, 2025 Being Prepared

Being PreparedGirl Scouts Venture Into A Boy Scout Camp.
Based on a post by Dimension Of Desire. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

It
was Summer in the early 70's, and I was away at Boy Scout camp. I was
still a virgin. The camp was large and sprawling, located deep in a
remote forest. Aside from the main camp building that stood adjacent to a
large lake, there were individual campsites for each troop. The camp
was so large that it required a fair hike to get to the next troop's
campsite.
My
own troop was camped high on a ridge in the forest. Roughly a dozen boy
scouts with raging hormones shared six over-sized tents, two campers
per tent, with each tent mounted on a large wooden platform. Nights were
spent talking about girls of course, which only stoked those raging
hormones. The talk was explicit, as long as our scout leader, who was
camped slightly downhill from us, wasn't within earshot.
Two
weeks of camp in the remote forest passed painfully slow. I was quite
tall and lean, not as athletic as my counterparts, and took a bit more
ribbing and abuse than average from my peers. We were among the more
senior scouts. It was the summer between high school and my first year
of college. I had just turned eighteen and was looking forward to autumn
when I could enter the next phase of scouting, which was called
Explorers. I loved scouting, but the thought of becoming an Explorer was
intriguing, more so because Explorers were co-ed.
The
ribbing got so bad one day that I went for a hike alone in the forest. I
came upon an unoccupied campsite with a large platform tent that had a
steel cot with a thick, clean mattress. Over the next several days I
made it my own secret getaway. It was a comfortable escape where I could
enjoy solo time with a few books that I had brought with me. I was a
bit of a bookworm back then.
Back
at camp we sat around the fire after returning from lunch at the mess
hall. The mess hall was on the second floor of the main camp building
which overlooked the massive lake below. The Director gave announcements
and recognized several schouts who complete merit badges and a bunch of
us who’d successfully earned our mile swim badges.
We sang the scout motto song as we cleared our tables and departed.
Be be be prepared,
The motto of the Boy Scouts.
Be be be prepared,
The motto of the scouts!
Prepared! Prepared!
The motto of the boy scouts.
Prepared! Prepared!
The motto of the scouts. Hey!
After
an uneventful lunch we headed back to our campsite which required a two
mile hike. There wasn't much to do that afternoon. The lakefront had
been shut down to prepare for a camp-wide water competition the next
day.
Time
passed slowly. Back at our campsite we noticed another troop hiking
through the other side of the ravine at a distance, but didn't take much
notice. It was probably just another group of campers passing through
for their backpacking or Orienteering merit badges.
But then I noticed that something was different about the hikers; they weren't boys!
I
snatched a pair of binoculars from my tent. Sure enough, they weren't
boys, they were Senior Girl Scouts. My heart raced, and I felt something
automatically stirring down below. I could hardly get the words out of
my mouth to my comrades; "gurr; ga ga, girls!"
In
an instant there were twelve horny boys hanging precipitously over a
long rock ledge, each with binoculars, spying about a dozen or so very
cute girls hiking down slope from us. Their trajectory led right towards
our scout leader's tent. From a distance, the girls looked pretty,
about the same age range as ourselves, guided by a pretty blonde Girl
Scout leader that appeared to be in her mid- to late 20's.
To
describe the boys as being excited would be an understatement. Their
eyes were glued to their binoculars. One boy even set up a telescope on a
tripod to get a better view. He positioned himself in a prone position,
and looked like a machine gunner preparing to fire. I am sure he wanted
to fire his live bullets up inside their fertile bellies.
Of
course the discussion quickly turned to sex. Most of the boys were
focused on the hot blonde Girl Scout leader who wore rather tiny, tight
green shorts. Her white short-sleeve blouse was tied under her large
tits, exposing her incredibly narrow, bare waist. Every one of boys had
some sort of comment, each expressing essentially the same thing; they
all wanted to fuck her. I could see one boy stroking himself in his
sweatpants, and trying to hide it. He never did live that one down.
Suffice to say, every one of us had a massive hard-on.
What
seemed to be a typical hot, boring, mid-summer afternoon isolated deep
in the remote forest had suddenly become every teenage boy's fantasy
come to life. We had a perfect view of some of the cutest girls we had
ever seen. We were all high on the thought of what each one of us
imagined we'd like to do with them. Our primitive male instincts
naturally kicked into high gear.
We
scurried back to our tents as soon as we noticed our scout leader
heading for our campsite. We did a good job not being caught spying. He
called to wake us from our supposed siesta, and sat us around the camp
fire. He explained that a troop of Girl Scouts were hiking through the
area en route to the far side of the lake where other Girl Scout troops
were holding their summer camp several miles to the East. Aware that we
were a cauldron of hormones ready to erupt, he issued strict orders to
keep our distance from the girls. He had arranged to put the troop of
girls up for the night at an adjacent campsite about a quarter mile from
ours. Anyone caught anywhere close to the girls camp site would result
in immediate termination of their summer stay.
As
if that was going to work; ha! He left us and returned to his own camp
site. The troop of girls had disappeared by then, but about an hour
later one of the boys noticed the Girl Scout leader returning, alone, to
our scout leader's campsite. The two of them sat side-by-side on a
large log and talked. We were beyond earshot to hear anything except the
rustling of the leaves around us. Of course we all high-fived each
other about our scout leader, who was single and in his late twenties. A
good-looking stud in his own right, he was studying to become a
minister. We just couldn't see him as one, and don't think he became one
after that event.
The
pair disappeared into his tent. We were beyond giddy imagining what
they might be doing with each other, but quickly realized that it was
the perfect opportunity to go find the girl's camp. We knew that it
wouldn't take long for the news of the girl's presence to spread like
wildfire throughout the rest of the camp, after which the area would
become strictly off-limits, and guarded like Fort Knox. We had to act
fast.
We
made our way through the backwoods and quickly found the girl's camp.
We made sure to wear backpacks to make it look like we just happened to
come upon their camp while hiking. It worked. When we emerged from the
trail, there, in the isolated camp site, stood twelve of the prettiest
girls, all dressed in their regulation Girl Scout uniforms, and us boys
wearing our regulation Boy Scout uniforms. I don't think you could find a
single girl or boy at that moment that was disappointed. At first the
girls looked slightly alarmed, but after they huddled for a few moments
their frowns quickly turned to big smiles. The girls then scurried to
offer us a place to rest and pampered us with snacks, drinks, and lots
of attention. I even charted our compass settings and paces, under the
guise of preparing for a test.
We
mentioned that when we left our campsite, their Girl Scout leared was
still in our scoutmaster’s tent, with just him. Eyebrows raised and
girls chuckled.
It
was the only time in my young existence that I can recall a place where
a group of teen boys and girls were practically drowning in a sea or
raging hormones. It was difficult to conceal the large bulges in our Boy
Scout trousers. We wore the classic tan Boy Scout pants and tan
short-sleeve shirts, complete with badge-laden sashes, canvas belts,
neckerchiefs and clasps. Be Prepared was our motto, but we were certainly not prepared for this!
That garb was only worn at official ceremonies, but we were too stupid
to know the girls figured we were just trying to impress them. They
played along.
After
a bit of banter, the boys and girls naturally split up into pairs or
foursomes, having conversations with each other. Flirting was on
display, but nothing else happened at first. Everyone was on the lookout
for the scout leaders; thank goodness for walkie-talkies.
One
Girl Scout in particular sparked my interest. To me she was a little
goddess. I was tall, approaching six feet, and she was a petite little
thing, standing all of five feet tall, if that. I felt my heart drop
into the pit my gut when our eyes met. She appeared to be about my age
with big green eyes and silky straight auburn hair with long, straight
bangs.
All
of the girls were Senior Girl scouts. Senior Girl Scouts were more
mature Girl Scouts that wore dark green skirts with the Girl Scout
emblem prominently displayed on the left waistband of their skirt. They
all wore tight white button-down short-sleeve shirts with the green Girl
Scout clover embroidered on the shirt pocket, very sexy. Some of the
girls were more developed than others, but the one that caught my eye
was clearly well endowed.
I
knew our time was short. After some initial talk and innocent flirting,
it was clear that the two of us had made an instant and powerful
connection. Our hearts raced, practically beating right through our
uniforms. My cock was rock hard and throbbing. I practically came when
she leaned into me and placed her hand high on my upper thigh only an
inch or so from my crotch. She uttered something about primitive camping
in the wild. That's exactly what I was thinking; wild!
We
were fortunate to enjoy almost two full hours with the girls. Some of
the boys began making out with the girls in their tents. Mine leaned in
for a kiss; I was more than happy to oblige. As her lips made contact
with mine I discovered heaven on earth. Her lips were soft and thick;
utter perfection as mine melted into hers. Her name was Rebecca. She
asked me to call her Becky.
The
fun didn't last long enough. We were alerted that the scout leaders had
emerged from their little nookie nest. That was our cue to make a quick
exit and evacuate before the enemy returned. As we concluded yet
another long, slow kiss I peered into the deep pools of Becky's bright
green eyes and informed her, regretfully, that we had to part. We were
resigned to the notion that this would be the first and last time we'd
ever see each other, but as I prepared to bid her farewell, I took both
of her hands in mine and told her about my secret enclave. I explained
where it was in the unlikely event that she could break free later that
evening.
Behind
a large tent I gave Becky a final farewell kiss, told her that she was
the most beautiful and amazing girl I had ever met, and then bolted in
an effort to catch up with the other boys. We escaped just moments
before the Girl Scout leader returned.
Back
at our camp we gathered around the fire once more; boys feeling they
had become men in just a short time. The boisterous talk was instantly
curtailed when our scout leader approached, clueless about our afternoon
shenanigans. We kept our secret well, and ribbed him about his extended
visit with the hot-looking Girl Scout leader. One boy that acted as our
lookout said that the Girl Scout leader appeared quite disheveled when
she emerged from his tent, and he had been tucking his shirt and zipping
up his pants. He insisted that they had only talked and discussed scout
leader things, but we had fun insinuating more, after which he abruptly
shut down our conversation and barked orders to prepare for the long
hike to the mess hall for dinner. The mess hall was in the main building
where roughly a thousand boys converged for meals twice daily.
I
suggested a friendly game of ‘capture the flag’ between the two troops.
But our scoutmaster strictly forbid any contact with the girls.
We
arrived at the mess hall. Scouts were required to show-up in full dress
uniform, well pressed, and well groomed. When we entered the soaring
mess hall with its massive wooden beams, there was a rather unusual
hush. There, not far from our assigned table, sat the group of Girl
Scouts. Hundreds of young guys and a handful of pretty gals, all dressed
in their official Girl Scout uniforms. You could hear a pin drop. One
of the boys sitting an adjacent table leaned over to me and muttered
something crass about what he'd like to do to a few of them. I just
smiled in response before returning to my meal, trying conceal
occasional attempts to catch a glimpse of Becky.
I
was quick to arrange a swap of KP duty. That’s kitchen patrol. We
volunteer one person from each table, to help clean up and scrub the
dishes.
Looking
toward the girl scout table, our eyes met and the two of us fell into a
trance. I could visibly see the want in Becky's eyes, and a bit of
sadness in her pouty lips. The sound of utensils clanging on dishes and
discussions receded into the distance, becoming only a faint echo in my
head. Only a few feet separated me from my entire world; though it might
as well have been half a world away. There was nothing I could do to
get any closer. My mind began to wander.
I
thought, if only I could muster enough courage to make some sort of
grand gesture. I imagined myself pushing away from the table, walking
straight over to Becky, lifting her high into my arms, and kissing her
while the entire legion of boys erupted in cheers. Then again, I knew
I'd more likely end-up unconscious and horizontal on a stretcher if I
did, or worse.
Whack! A slap from one of my buddies snapped me back to reality from my zombie state.
"What
the fuck is wrong with you?" he asked, for which I had no ready
response. As Becky's face came back into focus I could see her laughing.
I blushed with embarrassment.
I
went back to the counter for a refill of my drink. That’s when Becky
decided she too, needed more fluids. As I stood at the dispenser, she
silently stood next to me. I mumbled just loud enough; “Volunteer for KP
duty.”
Dinner
ended and I sadly found out the girls were honored guests, not required
to serve KP. Oh well, it was a long shot. But the camp cook gave the
girls a guided tour of the lodge, so I did get to wink at her twice,
while washing down the tables and sweeping the floor.
I
made my way back to camp. When dusk began to fall I exited the rear of
my tent with my day pack; and slipped undetected into the thick forest.
The scout with whom I bunked had gone to the infirmary after becoming
ill from dinner. That allowed me to escape unnoticed. I made it to my
private enclave just as dusk settled in.
Night
was falling and I soon realized that I was going to remain there,
alone. I began to pack up my things to return to my troop's campsite.
Just as I emerged from the tent, there stood Becky, like an angel from
heaven wearing a smile larger than the full moon that softly lit the
landscape around us. Becky approached me, slowly, held out her hands,
and grasped both of mine.
"I couldn't bear to leave here tomorrow without seeing you again." she said in a soft and sincere voice.
There
we stood, our hands clasped, and our eyes fixated upon each other. She
was the ultimate image of sexy standing there in front of me. She wore
the classic green socks embroidered with the Girl Scout emblem on each
side, along with bright yellow flash garters that held them up. Her
black patent Mary Janes were so shiny they reflected a little bit of her
white panties from beneath her green Girl Scout skirt, which was now
much shorter than I had recalled earlier that day.
Becky
looked up at me with those big green eyes which were slightly covered
by her long silky straight bangs. Around her neck she wore a Girl Scout
locket. I could partially see down her blouse and caught a brief glimpse
of her cleavage.
There
we stood, silent. We didn't want to move, we just stared at each other
and drank each other in. The look in her eyes was dreamy. That a girl
could gaze upon me with such adoration was mind-blowing. I was falling
in love for the first time in my young life.
I
had packed my tent lantern, but a fire within me was far hotter than
any fire I could ever make with conventional wood. I took her hand in
mine and gently led her into my tent. The tent was roomy and cozy. I had
made it quite homey with a sleeping bag, blankets, and two pillows on
the sturdy cot. We sat side-by-side, both feeling a little awkward, not
knowing where to start or what to do next.
I
slipped my hand into hers, lifted my other hand, placed it gently on
her cheek, and then brushed back her soft hair while bringing my lips
close to hers, but not yet touching. My hand slipped down to her neck.
Only our hot steamy breath separated our parted lips by mere
millimeters. She closed her eyes; there wasn't anything either of us
ever wanted more than to feel each other's lips touch at that moment.
And
they did. Our hearts connected as our lips met. We felt one with each
other. Our sweet soft kisses said everything that needed to be said. Our
kisses became deeper, longer, and more passionate as our tongues gently
entangled. We never wanted this evening to end.
She
slowly raised her hands up to each side my face, paused, and made me
look directly into her eyes. Now face-to-face, she pulled back slightly.
"I want you!" she asserted with absolute certainty.
Becky
stood up, her tight young body only inches in front of me. I remained
seated. She backed away slightly, still grasping both of my hands. There
she stood, the cutest, sexiest young lady that was beyond any divine
creature I could ever conjure up in my dreams.
I
couldn't believe that this incredible sexy girl was standing there,
right in front of me. Her cute round face, small slightly upturned nose,
flawless complexion, and perfect body glowed in the moonlight. Her
perky round tits protruded through her tight-fitting white blouse,
partially obscured by the long green Girl Scout sash laden with merit
badges that stretched from the top of her shoulder on one side, down to
her opposite hip. She also wore the classic green Girl Scout necktie.
Becky teasingly pointed to a patch on my own uniform that read "Be
Prepared" and asked me if I was. Completely entranced and under her
spell, I nodded to affirm.
She
began to dance in slow motion, teasing me with her tight curvy body,
first moving in closer, then further away, almost like a seasoned
stripper but remaining fully clothed. She leaned one shoulder into me.
On the crest of her shoulder attached to her white blouse was a patch
that read Girl Scouts U.S.A. I thought to myself, thank God for Girl
Scouts!
"Do you like Girl Scouts?" She quizzed in a teasing and seductive tone.
"I, I love one Girl Scout, I mean, I love this Girl Scout." quickly correcting myself.
"Right answer!" Becky shot back, moving in closer and sporting a broad smile.
Truth
be told, I always had it in for girls in uniform, especially girl
scouts. I had attended private school for most of my youth, and the
girls were allowed to wear their uniforms on days when they held
meetings after school in the gym. I couldn't help but notice them every
time. I am certain they knew the effect that they had on us boys. I
would often head home after school and masturbate to the thought of
fucking at least one of them, and I am sure that was par for most boys
my age. And now here was my dream Girl Scout standing right in front of
me, alone, on a warm summer night. My cock was rock hard, massive, and
throbbing with only one desire, to impale this little vixen on it.
Her
writhing body made me melt. She spun around and leaned her back into my
chest, slid down and then settled her tiny round ass squarely in my
lap. She began grinding her cute bottom into my groin, leaned her head
back to steal a kiss, but then feigned and pulled away. She did that
repeatedly, teasing me, and taking me to the brink. This girl was quite
the skilled temptress.
"Where did you learn to do that?" I asked.
"I have two older sisters, they showed me how to be with a boy" she shot back with a carefree chuckle.
She
spun around and pushed her tits into my chest, slithering up and
landing a deep, wet kiss on my lips before standing up again between my
parted legs. She then placed her hands on my knees and leaned down just
far enough to make sure I could see her cleavage, then gently dropped to
her knees between my legs. Her hands began to caress the bulge tenting
through my trousers. Becky looked up at me through her long bangs.
"Hmmm,
what do we have here?" asked the little temptress, rhetorically, as a
wicked grin broke out on her face while her tiny hand caressed the
erection in my pants.
Becky
slowly unzipped my trousers, pulled out my large, long cock, and began
to stroke it. Her eyes bulged wide when she saw the actual size of my
Boy Scout gear. Quite pleased, she lowered her head and wrapped her soft
lips around it. Becky slid both lips over the tip of my tool and
encircled it with her young skillful tongue. At one point she looked up
at me with my cock in her mouth, her eyes peering through her long
straight bangs, and then plunged back down on it. She did that
repeatedly, sucking my cock with wanton delight, slowly at first, then
faster.
"Hmm!" she moaned as her hungry mouth devoured my cock.
Becky's
moans were muted with her mouth full of my manhood, but the vibration
only served to make me even harder. I was amazed watching this little
girl take all eight inches of my hard cock down her throat. I did all I
could to keep from ejaculating but it was mighty difficult. Becky had a
skillful tongue that brought me to the brink of ejaculation multiple
times. It became a bit of a game and challenge between us. She giggled
because she knew I was about to explode. I resisted by resting my groin
muscles each time I reached the brink, but she was determined to make me
cum.
Becky
suddenly stood-up again, lifted my legs sideways, and stretched me
horizontal on the mattress. She then straddled my hips, lifted her short
green skirt, and pulled aside her white satin panties exposing her
perfect teenage Twaut. The folds of her moist womanhood hovered only
millimeters above the head of my cock, just waiting to be split open by
it. She rolled her head back over her shoulders and played with her
Twaut using two fingers, exhaling with pleasure. She then lowered one
hand and gripped my hard shaft while simultaneously caressing her tits
over her Girl Scout blouse, which appeared to be at least a size or two
too small.
We
both remained fully dressed, maybe because we were worried that we
might have to make a quick exit in the event an unwanted intruder should
happen upon us, but we were quite remote and far from where anyone
could see or hear us. She continued stroking my cock and looked directly
into my eyes with steadfast determination.
"Do you want this?" she asked mischievously.
"Are you sure? Have you ever done this before?" I shot back, aching to feel the warmth and wetness of her budding womanhood.
Becky
laughed and admitted that she had never actually had sex with a boy,
but had practiced using her older sister's toys on more than one
occasion. I was the one she wanted to do it with the first time. She
asked me if I had a condom, but I didn't.
"I thought you were prepared?" she scolded me with a girlish pout, but then quickly brushed it off.
"Oh
fuck it!" she blurted out as she slowly lowered her cunt onto my cock,
pushing the head of my cock between her moist cunt lips, pausing
momentarily, then sliding the rest of it up inside of her silky-smooth
Twaut. Becky let out a gasp of pure pleasure. "Ah! Now I know what my sister meant!" she uttered as her hips began to writhe from side-to-side and then back-and-forth.
I
remained buried to the hilt. For the first time I felt the incredible
rush of carnal pleasure as Becky's tight little cunt engulfed my cock.
It fit like a glove. Her feet remained flat on the mattress; she
supported herself by pressing her hands firmly against my chest and rode
me effortlessly. I looked down at one point and could see my glistening
shaft disappear into Becky's tight young cunt. Her wetness bathed my
stiff tool. Again and again I had to resist cumming; I wanted to erupt
inside of her, but also wanted to make it last as long as possible.
We
fucked like that for a quite a while. She leaned back, thrusting up and
down on my shaft, her round tits bouncing in sync under her white,
skin-tight blouse. Her shoulder-length hair rocked back and forth in
unison with her grinding hips. Becky enjoyed several loud, convulsive
orgasms. Each time her body shook violently. She occasionally took short
breaks between orgasms to catch her breath and to enjoy some passionate
kissing, leaving my cock buried balls-deep inside of my uniform-clad
goddess. She was clearly earning her Reproductive Sciences merit badge
to add to the long green sash straddling her tight little body.
I
then took control. She was so small it was easy to flip her over in one
motion and remain buried inside her. She enjoyed me taking control and
dominating her. I might have been a virgin, but with older brothers and
lots of salacious talk with my peers, I knew exactly how to handle a
girl that wanted it. She wrapped her legs around my hips like a vice,
rested her heels on my ass, and wrapped her hands around my broad
shoulders. We looked deep into each other's eyes.
"I love you, take my body, own me!"
I
had fallen in love with this angel from heaven. It was love at first
sight. Casual sex would have been wonderful, but the mutually feelings
for each other took our sex to another level altogether. I wanted this
girl, and was unleashed. I began pounding Becky with everything I had. I
wanted to become part of her and make her mine.
"Harder!" she demanded, "Faster!"
Her
words of pure carnal desire were music to my ears. I gripped her hips
and drilled her like a jackhammer. Becky thrust her hips up to meet mine
with every stroke. I couldn't tell if I was fucking her or she was
fucking me, probably both. My huge, cum-filled balls slammed repeatedly
against the base of her Twaut, making a loud slapping sound as I
bottomed out with each stroke.
"Fuck
me! Fuck my brains out!" she screamed. Thankfully no could hear us that
far out into the forest, but that is exactly what I proceeded to do.
"Take it bitch!" I demanded with authority, to which she reacted even more positively than I had expected.
This
little girl was obviously no saint; even as a virgin she obviously had a
great deal of carnal knowledge and coaching. Becky was in heat, and had
the skill of a woman far beyond her years. We fucked like animals for
at least an hour non-stop. We didn't want to stop. I wanted to cum
badly, and had resisted successfully up to that point, but she then took
off the brakes completely.
"It's OK baby, do it! cum inside me, I want you to give me everything you've got."
I
couldn't believe what I was hearing. This girl wanted me to shoot my
load deep inside of her fertile young belly. I thought, who am I to
argue? There was clearly a risk that she could get pregnant, but neither
of us cared. We were engulfed in pure desire, and there was no turning
back. I could feel the pressure building in my groin as I continued to
fuck the tiny Girl Scout pinned beneath me, slowing only occasionally to
steal a kiss before resuming my relentless pounding. The look on her
face was evidence that she was loving every moment.
"Don't stop this time, OK?"
Becky
had given me a green light to deposit my load inside her, and I was
ready to make a special delivery. With each thrust I could feel cum
welling up in my balls, like mercury rising and falling in an erratic
barometer. She wrapped her legs even more tightly around my hips and
pushed her heels tight against my ass, pulling me deeper with each
stroke. In just a moment I was going to release my baby-making seed into
Becky's young fertile womb. The thought of knocking up this incredible
beauty was hotter than it was scary. Images of her small frame bulging
with a large pregnant belly flashed through my head. I imagined how
erotic it would be to fuck her in that state repeatedly. Hell, I didn't
know if I'd ever see her again after this night, but I wanted to make
her mine forever. I took several deep, steady strokes and looked into
her eyes with determination.
"I'm going to cum" I warned her for the last time, ready to pull out at the last moment if necessary.
"Yes! Shoot it! She demanded, "Shoot it in me!"
Becky's
words sent me over the edge. My face knotted up and my balls tightened
as I reached the pinnacle of ejaculation. I slammed my cock all the way
into the depths of her love nest and held the head of my cock firmly up
against her cervix. My cock swelled up huge as the muscles in my groin
fully retracted, momentarily suspended like a roller coaster does as it
stalls at the top of a steep climb just before it plunges in a
free-fall; I was ready to fire everything I had into Becky's fertile
young womb.
My
ripe Girl Scout was ready to be inseminated. Suddenly, I felt an
incredible release. Becky's eyes became huge. Her mouth opened wide and
her chin dropped to her chest, but she couldn't utter a word. I felt a
thick stream of warm liquid shoot up from deep within my balls, travel
through my long stiff shaft, and spurt violently into her virgin Twaut.
My first blast of cum caused her hips to visibly buck-up in a double
motion to accept my sperm. Her body shuddered and convulsed with a
massive orgasm of her own. She let out a faint squeal as my sperm bathed
her teenage womb. Wave after wave of pure carnal pleasure engulfed us
both as I forcefully bred her, she achieving her desire to be bred.
Our
first orgasm seemed to last forever. I never imagined I could come so
hard and with so much force. My orgasm was so powerful that I felt it
from my head through my toes. My balls recoiled, preparing to fire again
as my cock swelled up even larger, fully stretching Becky's young cunt.
She rolled her head from side to side in delirium and fully arched her
back, her body begging for more.
"I can feel it!" she screamed, "It's so warm!"
I
was just getting started. I plunged back into her impatient cunt and
pulled the trigger again. My cock jerked violently back and forth as I
fired another hot burst of pent-up semen into her young female depths.
Becky's convulsive orgasms kept coming as her eyes rolled back into her
head. I kept cumming non-stop. Jet after jet of hot cream filled Beck's
cunt, so much that a river of cum began to gush out of her tight, tiny
hole. I continued to cum until her body went limp and I collapsed into
hers.
My
cock remained buried deep inside of her cunt, throbbing and pulsating,
not wanting to pull out. I didn't. We held each other tight, both
gasping for air. After catching our breath, we made out passionately. My
cock remained in the tight grips of her young womanhood. Hot semen
coated her uterus as my virile seed invaded her ovaries. We both lay
there basking in the afterglow of what we had just shared.
My
cock continued to pulse in her cunt long after she had drained my
balls. We didn't rest very long. I could feel Becky tighten her vaginal
muscles around my cock until she got me hard again. This little girl now
owned my cock, and we continued to fuck all night until we heard the
distant sound of a trumpet at dawn.
We
had never fully undressed, and quickly gathered ourselves to make an
escape. My legs felt like jelly, trembling and unsteady. I could barely
walk. That little vixen had drained my balls so completely that a river
of cum ran down her legs when she stood up. We held each other tight
once more. I told her that I loved her. I did. It was love at first
sight as much as it was love at first fuck. We kissed one last time,
then grudgingly parted. I could see tears welling up in Becky's eyes. It
was obvious that we'd likely never see each other again.
I
made it back to camp just in the nick of time. That morning, on our
hike to the mess hall for breakfast, we ran into the troop of Girl
Scouts once more. They were about to make their way back onto the trail
that led to their own camp across the lake. There, in the back of the
group standing directly across from us, stood Becky gazing at me with a
look of satisfaction and adoration that I'll never forget. The girls
around her whispered to each other while one pointed towards me and
looked at Becky. Becky didn't flinch, her eyes were locked upon mine.
My
buddies had a perplexed look on their faces. As the group parted they
badgered me trying to find out what that was all about, but I played
dumb and kept our secret safe. I turned and looked over my shoulder one
more time as the two groups marched off in opposite directions. We
caught one final glimpse before losing sight of each other through the
thick forest. Knowing she was carrying my seed was all I needed to know,
and I was certain she was content carrying a piece of me inside of her.
The
remainder of that summer I dreamed of my goddess dressed in green. I
imagined my seed making her belly bulge through her tight skirt. Each
day I reeled in ecstasy one moment, only to plunge into depression the
next knowing that sort of love and desire comes only once in a lifetime.
My heart was filled with incredible joy and ache at the same time. The
first of September brought the end of summer and marked a bittersweet
ending.
A Fateful Reunion.
There
is an epilogue to this story though. Becky didn't get pregnant from our
night of lovemaking and total sexual abandon. How do I know? As fate
would have it, we ended up attending the same college that September.
The look on Becky's face when our eyes met at registration was
priceless. There we stood, motionless, and in utter disbelief. Once
again, time stood still.
We
became an inseparable couple, later married, and have been together
ever since. We now have several grown children; my summer daydreams of
fucking my pregnant dream Girl Scout fulfilled over and over again.
Today, Becky remains as cute and sexy as ever, with an eternal youth and
ageless look about her. Many decades hence our sex has never ceased to
be amazing, especially when I find Becky waiting for me each year on the
anniversary of the night we first met, wearing her Girl Scout uniform.
It's our anniversary, tonight.
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37 min
June 27, 2025 Abandon Ship!: Part 2
Jemima provides Davy with kinky new insights into female sexuality.By Big galute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"Davy if I could, I would marry you at this very moment."

"Don't mock me."

"I'm not, I'm serious."

I didn't answer, finally realizing that I was stuck on a boat in the middle of the ocean with an insane woman.

"I don't know about God but I do know about the church and the clergy that tell us about sins of the flesh, many of the clergy are the biggest sinners amongst us." I stayed silent but knew that I'd heard many men on the river saying the same thing.

"Why can our bodies do such things? Why does it feel so wonderful when we do? Surely humans are designed to enjoy sex in whichever way they want?"

I couldn't think of any answers to Jemi's words but still thought she was insane.

"I know that I have a high spirit and enjoy doing the things society tells me I mustn't, but that's not because I am bad but rather because I am free and should be allowed to make up my own mind. All the men I have ever been introduced to, have been vain, shallow, or stupid; sometimes all three."

I listened to her profound words, but she wasn’t yet done; "In a different situation we may never have met, or if we did we would not have spoken. But you are different from them, we are stuck on this little boat but you are sweetest, most sincere man I have ever met. I also sense a wild free-spirit inside you, longing to get out."

Any doubts I had about Jemi's sincerity disappeared as she kissed me, a soft, gentle, loving kiss. We molded together as Jemi nuzzled her head into my chest and placed her leg across me, causing me to harden and grow and causing Jemi to giggle.

"I love you, and I love your tallywacker." She said before falling asleep.

I awoke to the early morning sun and to Jemi sitting upright and smiling down at me, "Is it always that engorged in the mornings?" She asked, her eyes roving down my body and her smile widening, the mischievous glint back in her eye.

"Sometimes."

"I've been staring at it for ages, it twitches and moves and you sometimes touch it in your sleep."

She placed her hand to my forehead and laughed, "Good, no fever. Your face is so red I wondered."

I went to sit up but Jemi gently pushed me back down, "Lay still, I want to study it awhile."

I could have refused and insisted that we got busy with the sail but I was getting use to Jemi and knew there was no point.

"My friend Imogen says her husband's is short and fat, with a rather musty, unpleasant smell." "Yours appears to be long and fat and I could detect no unpleasant smells." Seeing my puzzled look, Jemi said, "I smelt it whilst you were asleep. Actually it was quite fascinating, I blew on it and it twitched. The bulbous gland at the top appears to be the most sensitive, the thick shaft less so."

Laying there listening to my beautiful angel ruminate about my appendage was exhilarating and highly arousing and I knew that I wished it always to be so, I also knew that we needed to get sailing if we were to have any chance of survival.

"I think we should hoist our sail." I suggested, changing the subject.

"You're probably right." Jemi went quiet and I think I detected a new glow to her cheeks. "Imogen says that when her husband emits semen in the morning he is far more productive and it assuages any foul humor he may have." "Would you like to emit some semen?"

I nodded, unable to refuse. "Teach me how, so I would know how best to do it." Jemi said.

I wanted to ask what else Imogen had said but dared not, instead telling Jemi; “I just wrap my fingers around it and pull back & forth, Like you did last night." She thought about this for a while before asking, "Do you think of things when you do it?"

"Sometimes, last night was the first time anyone else has ever done it for me and I didn't need to think of anything."

"I like the name tallywacker but for the purposes of my studies I will think of it as a penis, when you make love to me it can be your tallywacker."

Before I could respond to this Jemi took my penis in her hand, "It is heavier than I imagined, maybe more than a pound, there is already fluid leaking out the top." Jemi ran a finger of the other hand across the fluid, the sensation causing my penis to twitch violently and me to take a sharp breath in. "Was that painful?" Jemi asked.

"No, just sensitive. Almost ticklish, in a way”

Jemi nodded as if storing this information away, she then brought her fingers to her face "A slight smell of ammonia and mildly salty flavor."

I was enjoying Jemi's hand on my penis but I wasn't sure if I enjoyed being part of an experiment. She suddenly started shaking it violently, "The muscle tries to resist and the penis becomes harder, tell me, does that feel nice?"

"Slightly uncomfortable but not unpleasant."

Jemi nodded and then started slapping my penis hard against her open palm, until it became too rigid to maneuver. I told her it was remarkably enjoyable.

"Do you think you could ejaculate from it?"

"I don't think so." She again nodded and placed her palm on top and pushed down hard, causing me to yelp.

She looked at me, a wry smile and a shake of my head gave her the answer. "Can we get to the emitting of semen before I fall into foul humor?."

Jemi smiled at my light mockery and started to gently stroke my penis.

"You're no good, Davy Arthur. When we get to dry land I shall have to find other penis's to experiment on." She let me stew on this for a moment, a serious expression on her face. As hurt and confusion invaded my heart she finally smiled "But this is the only tallywacker I ever want."

I closed my eyes and smiled as the feeling of Jemi's firm, even strokes pulsed through me. The sensation became different, much warmer, softer and smoother. This rhythm became affectionate.

A small gasp of pleasure escaped my lips and I opened my eyes to the shocking sight of Jemi's mouth engulfing my penis, her eyes alight with fire as she stared at me. She removed her mouth and sat upright, her hard nipples clearly visible through her chemise.

"Let me guess, Imogen?" I asked.

"Indeed, she said the skin becomes too dry and irritates, duck fat is too messy so one has to come up with other solutions." The whole time Jemi was talking, her fingers were making little circles on my glands, massaging her saliva in and causing my breath to shorten and my sack to tighten.

"She must write you a lot of letters."

"Every night; once she has worn her rotter of a husband out. Imogen and I attended Miss Rogers finishing school for young ladies together, finishing school for the well-to-do young wenches more like. There were no men enrolled, of course; but everyone was very daring, Imogen being the most daring of all.

She married Viscount Fornsby one year ago, he's fifteen years older than her and a complete deviant, not that Imogen is complaining, I think she finally met her match."

"What other things has she written about?" Jemi smirked before tapping the side of her nose, understanding what I really wanted to know. Before answering she put more spittle onto her hand and resumed her gentle stroking.

With a playful little upturn on her lips Jemi continued "I can't tell you more of her letters, you would be too shocked and your heart may well stop."

I couldn't hide my disappointment, causing Jemi to laugh, "Are all men so obvious?"

Jemi's hand was moving slowly, eliciting a pleasant, almost comforting feeling.

Her thoughts seemed far away, eventually she said; "My mother died when I was quite young and my father employed a wonderful, elderly governess called Miss Gwendolyn Sharp, or ‘Gweny’, as I affectionately called her. Gweny had been a governess her whole life and had some rather unconventional views on education. She believed that the female brain was equal too, and most probably superior too, that of the male. 'In my experience, young ladies brains are like sponges whilst young gentlemen's brains are like rocks' was one of her favourite sayings."

"Gweny railed against the position of women in our society, installing in me a feisty, questioning, free-spirit. As she got older and became frailer she implored me to live my life to the full and to welcome and relish new experiences. She died shortly after my eighteenth birthday and I felt her passing greatly."

Jemi had never stopped frigging my shaft throughout her story and the painful look of sorrow on her face changed to one of mirth as she said "More spittle needed I fear."

"I thought Gweny had taught me everything but Imogen has certainly widened my horizons."

"Gweny taught you how to have an open mind. Who taught you how to use your hand so well?"

"I'm learning as I go and by the twitching of your tallywacker I think I'm doing a good job."

She was right. She was doing a good job and I could feel my explosion building, but I wanted to hear more of Imogen.

"What's the most shocking thing Imogen has ever told you?"

Jemi pretended to be coy but was obviously bursting to tell me "Two days before we sailed I received a letter that even by Imogen's standards was shocking. Her husband had taken her to one of the barns and waiting for them there were a four of his gambling associates and two of the younger servants, a man & woman both around Imogen's age. He had made them strip and begin to procreate as they all watched.

Imogen said it was actually quite boring, the only interesting thing being that the male servant was a horse of a man and Imogen was quite fascinated that the female accommodated him so easily. She said the female looked quite bored but the male soon built up a head of steam, fully encouraged by the lewd remarks of the assembled gentleman. Her husband stopped him before he shot his seed, telling him to pull out and asking Imogen if she would like to partake of his horse appendage.

Imogen pretended to be shocked, and as excited as she was by all the eyes on her, she also found the salivating men gross and had no wish for them to view her lady bits. She stood up, but rather than go to the horse man she knelt between the female’s legs and much to the shock of the assembled men, she buried her face in the woman’s crotch and extended her long tongue, performing cunnilingus on her, soon making her tremble and gasp. The beautiful young female appeared to the men to be suffering a seizure, but continued to scream out; ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’ The tormented male servant watched & jerked himself to ejaculation, spraying over both the women.”

I felt Jemi squeeze the base of my penis as hard as she could "I have no wish for you to ejaculate until I'm ready for you to do so, Imogen said applying pressure here stems the flow and reduces the urge. Does it work?"

I had to admit that it did indeed work. Jemi was pleased by this and repositioned herself in the boat, lying top to toe beside me, spreading her legs and inviting me to watch as she began to diddle her cunny.

"Oh it's very wet, here Davey feel." Unlike the evening before I had no hesitation, allowing Jemi to guide my hand as I put one and then two fingers inside her, the warmth and silky softness feeling amazing.

"I'll never finish my story if you keep that up." Jemi said with a small giggle as she removed my hand and placed it on my own rod, encouraging me to stroke slowly so as not to finish until she said so.

"Now where was I with my story?" Jemi said, her own breath shortening as she continued to tease herself. "I know. When Imogen had finished her oral ministrations she knelt up and kissed the female passionately on the lips, much to the grunts and groans of the assembled men who to a man had their todgers out and in their hands. She said the female whispered into her ear that she had a very educated tongue, Imogen was delighted with this and said she had her best friend, Jemima Fairweather to thank for that."

I looked up, shocked at this.

Jemi had a glow about her and said; “There is a whole, very different story that she might tell me about, one day. With a coy smile she continued with her story of the servants.

"When the viscount and his pals left for their club that evening, Imogen met up with the servants again, their names were Thomas and Sarah and they were a married couple. The Viscount had employed them only a few days previously and they themselves said they came very highly recommended, not so much for their silver service skills as their willingness to entertain both the men and women of the house. Sarah was still glowing with pleasure; 'Tom has serviced many a lady but that's the first time the lady of the house has ever serviced me' Sarah told her. 'In fact, as well as feeling amazing you saved me a lot of hard work, if those dirty buggers hadn't spilt their seed watching you, then I would have had to drain it out of them.'”

“Sarah then kissed Imogen which Imogen said made her knees weak. Imogen then went and fetched her husband's best port and the three of them got jolly drunk before Thomas and Sarah invited her into their bed. Imogen insisting they went to her bed as it was bigger and more comfortable.”

“Imogen found them an absolute hoot and after they finished the port they got down to business, as it were. She said they were initially very gentle, both of them undressing her until she was fully naked, the two of them standing back and admiring her. She said she had never felt so exposed or so excited. Sarah then moved closer and asked her what she wanted to do 'Everything, I want to do everything' Imogen told them."

I was enjoying listening to Jemi but was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable in the warming sun and wished her to hurry up.

Sensing my impatience, Jemi said "I'm getting to the truly salacious bits" I didn't properly know what salacious meant but thought it must mean naughty.

"When Imogen said she wanted to do everything, Sarah chuckled and told her to be careful what she wished for. Imogen was annoyed at a servant laughing at her, but soon forgot her annoyance as they began their ministrations, Thomas was surprisingly gentle in his caresses and Sarah was the bolder, pinching and probing.

Sarah pinched her nipple hard and as Imogen sighed, Sarah said, 'I think m'lady likes it a little rough Thomas.' Imogen felt she was being mocked but before she could say anything Sarah pinched the other nipple even harder, holding on to it and pulling roughly, causing Imogen's juices to run freely. Sarah then ordered Thomas to get undressed and 'show m'lady what you have for her.'

Imogen didn't know what was going to happen next but was surprised when Sarah dropped to her knees and swallowed his enormous manhood as if she were a sword swallower at the circus. After a few moments of this, Thomas appeared to be losing his mind, huffing and swearing, pulling at Sarah's hair. Sarah stood up and pushed Imogen to her knees. Imogen said she could have resisted but felt almost mesmerized by Thomas' glistening rod.

She knelt before Thomas and opened her mouth as wide as she could. Thomas forced his manhood into her mouth roughly, instantly causing her to gag and almost vomit up the expensive port. Imogen felt herself going dizzy but was unable to remove her mouth as Sarah held her head firmly. She continued to gag and thought she might pass out but her senses were overtaken by Thomas unburdening his seed into her throat and Sarah pulling her up by her hair and kissing her wildly before throwing her onto the bed and quickly undressing herself.

Imogen said she began to cry, the whole experience, whilst immensely stimulating, was far too intense. Sarah joined her on the bed and soothed her, holding her tightly before gently kissing her and asking her whether she wanted to continue. Imogen said that she did and Thomas lay down behind her, his manhood, once again, monstrously hard. Sarah lifted Imogen's leg, allowing Thomas to force his way into her cunny, causing Imogen to gasp and Thomas to grunt loudly as he pushed harder. 'Thomas likes your cunny, much tighter than my slack old one. I like it when he puts it up my bum' Sarah started to laugh as she said this.

'In fact it's been up many a ladies and gentleman's bum, would you like it up yours?' Imogen was intrigued by this but thought it probably far too big and told Sarah she didn't want to try it. 'Shame, maybe next time.'

At Sarah's behest Thomas held onto her tightly and rolled onto his back, such that Imogen was laid atop him with his rod still firmly encased in her cunny. Sarah moved down between her legs and began assaulting her delicate nub with her mouth whilst Thomas pinched her nipples hard. Imogen said she gushed numerous times before becoming exhausted and beseeching them to stop.

Imogen finished her letter by saying that a jolly good time was had by all and that she hoped to accommodate Thomas up her bum the next time."

I'd enjoyed listening to Jemi talk but was surprisingly unstimulated by Imogen's story, no longer shocked or even that interested. Jemi may have felt the same because she said, "When I first read Imogen's letter I diddled myself to delirium but as I recount it now, I feel rather empty."

"Would you show me how to get an educated tongue?" I knew we had already crossed many boundaries but still shocked myself by asking this.

I was even more shocked by Jemi's answer as she giggled, "I'd be delighted to, and I may practice my sword swallowing."

Jemi bade me to sit up and pay attention. I did so and sat there mesmerized as Jemi spread her legs and continued to talk, "A woman's private parts are like a delicate flower, you must spread the petals to get to the nectar inside." As she said this she used two fingers to part her petals, her legs trembling slightly as she ran a finger along the glistening inner petal."

"You may kiss the petals or probe them with your tongue, both are wondrous." She spread the petals further, pointing to a little protrusion at the top, "This is my nub and in my experience the kissing, licking and sucking of one's nub is the most delectable feeling in the world, almost guaranteed to elicit gushings of nectar. Now you know what they say, practice makes perfect." With this Jemi scooted her bottom forward and spread her legs even wider.

I gently lowered my head and tentatively stuck my tongue out and tasted the sweet nectar. "That feels nice, now move your tongue up and down, umm! Move it faster." I did as I was told and could hear Jemi gently moaning. "Now push your tongue in as far as it will go. Oh yes! Move it in and out rapidly."

As I did this Jemi pulled my head in hard, squashing my nose against her nub as she began to grind herself into my face. I continued to move my tongue around quickly and could feel Jemi's legs and body going stiff as she pulled my head in even harder and let out an almighty scream before eventually letting go of my head.

Jemi lay, her chest heaving with each breath and her legs still splayed in a most un-lady like fashion "I wonder if any passing ships heard your scream?"

"I do hope so. Oh your poor face." I didn't care and was actually quite proud of my squashed, gushings covered face.

I was suddenly hungry and thirsty and suggested we eat and then hoist the sail, "What about my sword swallowing?" Jemi asked.

"We have all day for that, although maybe you could polish the sword a few times first."

Jemi laughed at this as she said, "What happened to Davy Arthur, I thought you were quiet and shy."

I got a little embarrassed before Jemi gave me a kiss, "I much prefer this new Davy Arthur," She said with glee.

We sat contentedly eating our bread, Jemi wedged between my legs. "Davy, Davy is that a ship over there?"

I looked in the direction Jemi was pointing, I wasn't sure but thought I could see something. "What shall we do, should we hoist the sail?. I asked.

"You are the tallest and probably the best balanced, you should stand and wave the most colorful part of my dress about, god willing they'll see us."

With the excitement I nearly lost my balance and it was all I could do not to jump up and down. After I don't know how long someone on the ship flashed us a signal to show they had seen us. I was still stood up and looking towards the ship when Jemi asked "How long do you think it will take them to reach us?"

"Maybe thirty minutes or a little longer."

"Good, I have time for a little sword swallowing." Jemi moved in front of me, my tallywacker, which had been flopping about as I signaled the ship, immediately beginning to harden.

"What if they have a spyglass and are looking at us?"

"Then I imagine they will be fighting each other for a go on the spyglass."

I again had to fight for balance as Jemi's mouth closed around me, my whole body shuddering with the incredible sensation. I felt Jemi gag and reflexively tried to pull back but Jemi's hands grabbed my buttocks and pulled me into her, my mind once again confused as I struggled neither to fall nor to cry out in ecstasy.

I watched as the ship turned and headed towards us, a number of crew stood a fore so as to see us. I tried to stop Jemi and tell her of the sailors watching us but she paid no heed, her only intent being on milking my seed.

I could hold no more, my loins exploding, my mind weak and my mouth mute. Jemi standing and a triumphant smile on her face. The ship pulling us in and Jemi whispering into my ear, "Say nothing, let me do all the talking."

It was a clipper, full of tea from the West Indies, the captain a gentleman and ordering the crew to find suitable garments to cover our nakedness. He spoke to me first but when I didn't reply, Jemi spoke.

"I am Mrs Jemima Arthur, formerly Miss Jemima Fairweather. This is my husband David, who has been rendered mute by a bang on the head."

Technically, that was true, according to international law of the high seas. The captain of a seagoing vessel has the recognized authority to perform & certify marriages conducted on such vessel, on the high seas. Her declaration of our marriage made it recognized in all the commonwealths of the British Empire. It was entered into the captain’s log of their rescuing ship.

Despite some rum looks from his crew, the captain kept a straight face as he explained that he had been on the lookout for survivors, having heard of our shipwreck. He provided us with excellent quarters for the return journey, calling on us twice daily to ensure our comfort and wellbeing.

We were only in England two days before securing safe passage back to America where Jemi did indeed become a famous scientist, renowned for her study of sexuality and sexual organs, but that's another story.
By Big galute for Literotica

26 min
June 25, 2025 Abandon Ship!: Part 1
Two virgin shipwreck survivors share a lifeboat and a few more discoveries in the Victorian-eraBy Big galute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"Man the lifeboats! Abandon ship! Abandon ship!"

We had been at sea for ten days when the storm hit, our splendid vessel battered and broken into no more than firewood, all the passengers and crew seemingly lost.

I came to, my legs dangling in the water and my arms and upper body atop some flotsam timbers. The sea around me was calm, with small pieces of wreckage everywhere. I tried to look around, the throbbing pain in my head and the low morning sun making it hard to focus; no one to be seen, just me.

I pulled myself up onto the driftwood, too tired to think, my mind too blurred to do anything other than curl up and sleep.

Davy, Davy Arthur that's me, eighteen years old and on my first ship. I'd grown up by the Thames, my father worked on the tugs but died when I was young. It was in my blood and I'd always dreamt of being at sea, then my mother died and I got a job as a stoker on the SS Cadwallader, sailing to the new world. In other words, I assisted in tending the boiler furnace for this steam ship named for a Welsh king from centuries ago.

The several months I spent shoveling coal into the furnace, reduced my once-stocky six foot frame by more than 2 inches around my waistline.

"Hello, Hello. Are you okay there, are you alive?"

I tried to follow the voice, a ladies voice, young and a bit wispy & screechy as she shouted out to me, "Hello, I'm over here, can you see me?" I slowly turned my head and body to the left, maybe 3 rods away from me was a small wooden life boat, a damsel frantically waving her arms at me. I managed to raise one arm to let her know I was alive and she started to paddle with one oar, the boat turning sideways rather than towards me, then I think I passed out again.

"Hello, are you alright, can you move?" The voice was much closer now, kind and posh, like the ladies I had sometimes overheard in coming out of tearooms in London. The boat was now less than a fathom from me but I felt hardly able to move, all my strength needed to perch up on one elbow.

"I'll hold out the oar, see if you can grab it." The wispy voice directed.

I used my free arm to grab it, then held on for dear life and found myself getting right up to the starboard, till a soft hand grasped my wrist. "You'll have to help me, I can't pull you in by myself. Can you get onto your knees?"

I did as she said, and rolled up over the rail, then plonked myself onto the small lifeboat, almost tipping us as I did so.

"Oh you poor thing, you're all cuts and bruises." As she said this she supported my head and offered water to my lips, "Drink slowly in case you get sick." Consciousness was a fleeting state, and I could not decipher reality from delirious dreams.

I looked up at her pale lips and beautiful green eyes and wondered if she were an angel and I was dead; my thoughts slipping as my eyes closed; the ripping of material and my angel saying "We must cover you from the sun." being the last sounds I heard.

I felt a wet cloth on my forehead and heard soothing words being spoken, the smiling face of my ‘angel’ looking down at me as I opened my eyes.

"Hello again." Came her pleasant greeting. I think I smiled back and then tried to sit up

"Take it easy, let me help you." She offered. I felt the wonderful softness of her body against mine as she set me upright.

The spinning in my head slowed as I tried to focus and clear the fog in my brain; shipwreck, lifeboat, angel. "Do you remember going overboard and the ship sinking?" My angel asked.

I shook my head, in the affirmative.

"I think you must have banged your head pretty badly’” she assessed. “You have a nasty bruise on the side of it."

I put my hand up and felt the tender area above my ear. "I think you have what Professor Gower refers to as a concussion, are you familiar with Professor Gower's work." I again shook my head in the negative.

"He's the eminent neurologist of our time. I think you should be okay in a day or two."

I nodded, then asked; "What's your name, and are you an angel?"

She looked taken-aback and then burst out laughing. "Oh my dear thing, no I'm not an angel and you are very much alive. My name’s Jemima Fairweather but you may call me Jemi, all my friends do. What's your name?"

"Davy Arthur."

"Nice to meet you Davy Arthur; & may I call you Davy?"

I nodded to her. At that point I could care less what the skipper of the only lifeboat decided to call me.

"Now, how do we get out of this pickle." She asked, expecting me to be a seafaring expert.

I followed her gaze as she looked around, nothing but water and us in a small wooden boat, no more than fifteen feet long. I looked around our boat; there were three small wooden boxes, only one rowing oar and Jemi, her elaborate bustle dress torn with several parts missing, and what looked like some of the dress material tied around her head.

Seeing me stare, Jemi blushed slightly before explaining, "I lost my hat as I got into the boat and needed to cover my head from the sun, I used the rest of it to cover you."

I became aware that I was wearing a sort of cloak over my shoulders, my vest nowhere to be seen and my already threadbare britches now even more tattered as they clung to my legs. Another small square of the dress was by my side and I guessed that that had covered my head.

"Thank you for rescuing me."

"No need to thank me. Now tell me Davy, what did you do on board, do you know how to navigate?"

"I was a junior stoker, I don't know how to read charts and such but I know the tides on the Thames like the back of my hand."

Jemi smiled sweetly. If she wasn't an angel then she was the most beautiful lady I had ever seen, her cheeks reddening as she caught my stare. "Well I've read a few books on navigation and if we can work out which way we need to go then maybe we can make a sail. Do you want something to eat?"

I didn't know there was any food and must have looked confused, "I was put into the lifeboat first and then they handed down some boxes of provisions. As the other ladies went to get into the boat the ship listed badly and I broke away, soon after it sank." She looked as if she would cry.

"I'm very sorry for you if your husband or family were on board."

She smiled, "No husband and my family are all in England. Actually if you promise not to tell anyone." She smiled wider as she looked around at the vast, empty sea, "that's why I'm here. My father wanted me to marry the horrid Marcus but I wanted to continue my education and become a scientist. My grandfather had left me an endowment for when I was twenty one, so I bought a ticket and ran away. I plan to attend university when I reach America." The sad look returned as she said this.

Not wanting her to be sad I started telling her about myself, how I'd never been to school but enjoyed working on the tug and now wanted to see the world. How I'd courted Mary Deacy but when it had gotten serious I decided on the sea, before I settle down to marriage.

She smiled, "So we're both running away." I nodded and smiled back

"I think we have another few hours of sun before it gets dark. Cover your head and we'll eat something, then we'll see if we can make a sail." I hadn't a clue about how she planned on making a sail and was still a bit shook from the bang on the head. I knotted the dress material around my head and waited to see what food we had.

"If we ration ourselves I think we have enough food and water for three or four days, maybe more. It's mainly bread and some cured meat, also a little cheese which we should eat first." She opened one of the boxes and passed me some bread and cheese, trying to remember my manners I waited for her to start.

"Bon appétit." She declared, then took her first bite.

Gently smiling at my puzzled look, Jemi said, "It means enjoy your meal, in French."

"Bon appétit." I tried back.

Jemi spoke rapidly as she ate "Where do you think our closest land is? I think we might be closer to the West Indies than we are to America. We should head north westerly; also I think there'll be more trading vessels in that direction, more chance of being rescued."

I smiled at her enthusiasm and at her knowledge, "How are we going to make a sail?" I asked.

She pointed at one of the benches in the boat, "That one has a hole in it, we can stand the oar up in it and use your belt to lash it tightly, if that works we'll use some of my dress to make a sail. As the sun goes down we'll know which way is west."

She must have seen the worried look on my face, "Don't you think it'll work?" she asked.

"It's not that." I clarified.

"What then?" She said in a puzzled state.

I went bright red, "My britches will fall down without my belt."

Jemi tried but couldn't stop herself from laughing, "Oh Davy that's so funny, you'll still have your underpants on."

I went even redder and Jemi realized, her own cheeks flushing. "You haven't got any underpants on, have you?"

I shook my head, struggling to look at Jemi's smiling face, "Well we really need that belt, and I'll be down to my undergarments also."

We finished the food in silence, Jemi smiling the whole time and I beginning to see the funny side of it and realizing that in the grand scheme of being stranded at sea, me losing my britches didn't matter. Worryingly, I found my penis beginning to twitch at the thought of it.

"How shall we do this,” Jemi implored; “Do you think we should fix the mast first or try and fashion a sail first?" As Jemi asked this she stood up and moved forward, the small boat instantly becoming unstable and beginning to rock "Well these ruddy boots will have to go for a start, I struggle to walk in them at the best of times, not alone balance on a small boat."

She sat down and hiked her garments to her knees, giving me a delectable view of her stocking covered calf as she went about unfastening her boots. I quickly looked away as she caught me staring "Oh Davy you are funny, I think we'll be seeing a lot more of each other before we get off this boat." There was a slight mocking tone in her voice that I didn't like.

Sensing my unease and embarrassment, Jemi continued in a softer tone "Davy, I want you to look at me." lifting my head I saw that her dress was still at her knees and Jemi was smiling at me, her beautiful face and eyes alive with merriment and mischief. She lifted her hem higher, parting her legs slightly as her fingers searched inside her chemise for the top of her stocking. I knew I should look away but couldn't, Jemi's fingers slowly rolling down her stocking and that first view of her gloriously soft, pale thighs. I think I may have stopped breathing, only Jemi's sigh bringing me back to life. Her cheeks had a high flush to them and her eyes appeared glazed as another deep breath escaped her soft lips, her legs parting once more as she felt for the other stocking.

As she removed her stocking and lowered her dress Jemi looked straight at me, "Did you enjoy that?"

I was in awe of her confidence and brazenness but found myself shocked, confused and upset at her forthrightness. "Miss, I may only be a stoker but please don't treat me as a fool."

She moved closer and sat down in front of me, taking both my hands Jemi said, "Oh Davy I'm not treating you as a fool. I'm sorry if I shocked you but I've always wanted to feel a man's eyes on me the way yours were, their desire almost burning my skin. We may die on this boat and there's so many things I want to experience before I die."

She paused as if thinking, "Have you ever kissed a girl?" before I could answer or even shake my head she leant in closer and kissed me, the sea saltiness of her lips soon replaced by the warmth and softness of her probing tongue.

I kissed her back and went to hold her tighter but Jemi broke the embrace, smiling and then blushing as she looked down at the bulge in my britches "Later, we haven't got much time before nightfall, sail or mast first?" I took a deep breath and tried to clear my head.

"I think it would be difficult to attach any sort of sail standing up, we'd probably fall overboard. We should attach it first, then pull it out when the mast is secured." Jemi agreed with my suggestion and retrieved a knife from the provisions box. She turned around and sat down between my legs, "Help me undo this dress."

Sensing my hesitancy Jemi spoke again, "Come on Davy, we need this dress if we're going to make a sail and beside I'll still have my chemise on."

Her voice faltered as she said this, as if suddenly remembering something, "What?" I asked.

"Nothing really, we'll address it later." I didn't know what it was but I could tell she was blushing, the back of her neck reddening also.

I was all fingers and thumbs as I undid her buttons, the situation not helped by Jemi animatedly deploring the gowns women were expected to wear and wondering why they shouldn't be allowed to wear britches and shirts also.

"I don't know, that's just the way it is." Was the best I could offer.

"Poppycock, that's no reason for anything." I smiled at her temper and spirit.

When all the buttons were undone, Jemi still struggled to get her arms out of the tight sleeves "Don't just sit there, help me," She ordered. This involved me leaning forward, putting my arms around her and pulling the sleeves as she pushed back, our bodies pressed tight together and my head wedged beside hers. I thought to kiss her cheek but dared not.

With the top of her dress now off Jemi sat upright and began to remove her petticoats, I took the liberty of staying where I was, with Jemi's dress covered bottom wedged firmly between my spread legs. As the last petticoat came off I saw the back of her corset, the gaps between the tight ties revealing her sleeveless chemise and the beautiful soft skin of her upper back. I had seen washer women stripped down to similar garments as they pummeled wet clothing in the street, but none of them seemed as alluring or forbidden as this fair damsel.

Jemi sat there waiting for me to move, "Come on Davy, undo this blasted corset."

"Yes ma'am." I said emphatically, and was delighted to hear Jemi giggle.

"Finally, I can now breath." Jemi shouted to the world. I knew what Jemi meant but if I was to be honest I didn't see much difference, her slim waist and shapely back looking the same to me. "We'll need some of those bones to keep the sail stiff." Jemi said as she laid the corset down.

I had no real idea of the time or how much daylight we had left, maybe 90 minutes or so. I was in no hurry, happy to admire Jemi's back, but I could tell she was restless and a little uncertain; eventually she turned and looked at me.

"How much do you know about ladies undergarments?" She could tell by my face that the answer was nothing.

"This is the latest chemise design, all in one piece,” She explained. “The bloomers connected to the top, far less bulky than wearing multiple layers." I nodded, having no idea where this was going, watching Jemi's face as it went beetroot red, "As such it is open in the middle, when I take my dress off you'll be able to see everything,"

It was my turn to blush as the meaning of this dawned on me, Jemi's hand touched my reddened face gently, "Oh Davy, you're such a sweetie. Now you must promise not to laugh."

"Why would I laugh?"

"Well the garments look ridiculous and you'll see everything." She said with a painful expression on her face.

"I promise."

"Good, now lie back." She ordered, in a mock serious tone.

"Yes ma'am." Was my answer to Jemi's latest order, she pursed her lips and gave me an evil stare before smiling.

I lay down and Jemi turned again, lying down between my legs, her whole weight against my crotch as she set her feet and lifted her hips, using her hands to wiggle the dress down. I knew I shouldn't be looking but couldn't help myself, my eyes first drawn to her high bust and the hard little nubs that poked through her chemise, then to the little wisps of golden hair, clearly visible as she arched her pelvis upwards to get the dress off.

I was suddenly mortified, Jemi must undoubtedly be aware of my own hardness, rammed as it was between her shoulder blades. I was struck by a funny memory of some of the rather lewd terms I'd heard other sailors use for a penis. Words like rudder, maypole, tallywacker; to name but a few. My memories were interrupted by movement, rather than sitting upright and slapping my face as I'd expected, Jemi was pushing backwards, her body grinding against mine till our heads were level and never before felt sensations were pulsing through my rudder.

When she stopped she turned her head and kissed my cheek, "Thank you for the help with my dress." She sat upright, seemingly happy that she had left me with my mouth open and mute.

Jemi’s crotch was covered lightly in strawberry blonde curly hair. Her full outer lips were a rich hew of pink. Her derrier was smooth & round, and as prominent as her swaying breasts, with two large and very pink nipples pointing slightly upward.

"Now for the sail." She said as she grabbed the knife.

At best it would be a rather simple sail, with one of us holding one side to help direct the boat. We saved half the dress to cover ourselves and used the other half to mimic a sail, small enough to handle, but hopefully big enough to be effective. Jemi was surprisingly proficient with the knife and had soon cut the materials and threaded the whale bone so that the sail was ready.

Being busy and working as a team temporarily took my mind off Jemi's state of undress, the situation only coming back to me as I secured the sail to the oar and Jemi told me to lash it upright using my belt. I did this from a sitting position and then Jemi sat smiling at me, her knees bent up and slightly apart, as she told me to stand and hold the sail stiff.

The little glimpse between her parted legs, the thought of soon being exposed to this woman and her whole confident, sexy demeanor had my eighteen year old maypole devilishly stiff as I stood up, my britches falling as I knew they would and Jemi staring wide eyed.

"Is that a normal size?"Jemi asked as she moved closer to study it as if it were an exhibit, I shrugged my shoulders not really knowing the answer, "It looks very big to go inside one's body." I again shrugged my shoulders, my maypole twitching involuntarily as I wondered if that was what she had in mind. Much to my surprise Jemi then started giggling, "What a funny thing, it seems to have a mind of its own. Do you think it could get that hard and large every hour, we could use it as a sun dial." She obviously thought this very amusing as her laughter increased, and I found myself laughing also and beginning to enjoy the close attention she was paying.

From out of nowhere I shocked myself by saying "Do you want to touch it?" "No not yet, maybe later." Jemi replied as if it was a normal conversation. "Do you have a name for it?" I didn't really but thought about it and decided on tallywacker, "Good description, from the Latin Talia, meaning large club or rod." For some reason I felt quite proud, even though I'd stolen the word.

"Do you have a name for your, umm, lady bits?"

"Oh yes, of course. I've always called mine my fuzzy wuzzy, although as you've already seen it's really more light and wispy." I was beginning to redden even more but Jemi just smiled and continued, "some of the girls I know have virtual forests that you could get lost in for hours." I shook my head and tried to concentrate on the sail.

I think we were both surprised by how effective the sail was, the boat jolting forward as I held it out tight, Jemi's comment that I was now at half-mast taking a while to sink in, and her finding it very amusing that just talking about it made it grow hard again. "What an amazing appendage, if we get out of here I think I'll make studying tallywackers my life's work." By the silly grin on her face I couldn't tell if she was serious or not.

It would soon be dark and we decided to let the sail down, drinking a little water before lying side by side and staring skywards, a large, bright moon rising from the east.

I couldn't hold it in any longer, "I need to pee." I told Jemi.

"So do I, it's a lot easier for you, you can just do it over the side, I don't want to pee in the boat." I thought about this for a moment and came up with an idea. "I'll go first and then support you so you can go over the side too." Jemi looked skeptical but I said I'd show her.

I knelt up and got ready to pee, surprised to see Jemi lean up on her elbow to watch me, her face less than two feet away from my ready to burst tallywacker, "What are you doing?" I insisted on knowing.

"Well if I'm going to study it I have to see everything it does." I was so desperate that I didn't care, a stream bursting forth into the ocean. I was aware of Jemi saying "wow that's a lot." But wasn't expecting her to put her hand out in the stream, the shock of her doing so causing me to pull my tallywacker up sharply, my pee spraying wildly, some of it, I'm sure, hitting Jemi.

"What are you doing?" I asked in shock

"Have you never put your hand into your stream of pee?"

"No." I said with conviction.

"Oh, well, I just wanted to see if it felt the same as mine."

"I think you got more than you were expecting." I observed.

"I know, it tasted bitterer than mine."

As I looked at her smiling face in the moonlight I really didn't know what to make of this shocking woman. "Now how are you going to help me?" she asked.

I explained that I would brace my legs against the side and then hold both her arms firmly so that she could hang her bottom over the side and do her business. We did this quite successfully, Jemi's only complaint being that it was quite painful on her arms, "Well you could hold onto my tallywacker instead." I suggested.

Jemi laughed at this, saying; "I think I'm a bad influence on you."

I was starting to feel more comfortable with this lass’s semi-vulgar discussion of private body parts and functions. It was honest, and yet felt sorta crude and improper, like telling dirty jokes.

We laid back down, both of us lost in our own thoughts as we stared at the millions of stars above us, finally Jemi asking me, "Do you know anything about the stars?"

"No, do you?"

"No." she admitted with disappointment in her voice.

"Haven't you read a book about them?" This got me a playful dig in the ribs and I could see Jemi's beautiful smile in the moonlight, after a moment she said, "Davy, if we don't survive this, I'm ever so happy that I met you."

"And me that I met you ma'am."

She turned her body to face me, her breasts rubbing my arm and her smile widening, "You like calling me ma'am, don't you?"

"Yes ma'am." I answered, struggling to keep a straight face

"Will you do whatever I tell you to do?"

"Yes ma'am, immediately." Neither of us could keep it going, our laughter only halted by Jemi kissing me, my brain and body electrified by the feel of her lips.

Jemi broke the kiss and declared, "None of my books ever told me how good that feels."

"No ma'am."

"Will you stop with that blasted ma'am."

"Yes ma'am."

Jemi's exasperation made me smile but the truth was that I had been told what to do my whole life, nobody, and certainly not a lady, had ever asked my opinion.

"Davy, I'm beginning to feel cold, I want you to cuddle me." Jemi put her finger to my lip before I could say anything.

She turned her back and bent her legs up, signaling for me to cover us with the remaining dress material and to snuggle into her. I couldn't resist one last jape, "Ma'am, what shall I do with the tallywacker?"

I heard Jemi snigger before she replied, "Remember that I still have the knife."

I lay stiffly at first, not knowing what to do with my body or arms "Well I won't get very warm like that." Jemi said, "Put your right arm around me." As I did this, Jemi took my hand and placed it on her belly, her bottom shifting back at the same time and her soft, naked skin making contact with my own naked nether regions, my stiff tallywacker pointing northwards and becoming wedged between her generous buttocks as she wiggled her tail delightfully.

As Jemi pushed back, I pushed forward, the friction between us making my heart race and my breath shorten. As if sensing this, Jemi stopped pushing back and moved slightly to break our contact, instead taking my hand and guiding it around her body, squeezing it closed upon her breast and then gently rubbing it against her hardened nubs, an action that caused her own breath to falter.

"Let your hand roam wherever it may." Jemi whispered as she removed her hand from mine.

I closed my eyes and nervously moved my hand to her face, my fingers gently tracing it contours, Jemi's soft whimpers encouraging me further. I had a fond memory of my mother washing my hair, her strong fingers kneading my scalp as she did so. And I found my hand in Jemi's hair, gently at first and then more vigorously massaging her scalp.

"Oh that feels wonderful, don't stop." I didn't and found Jemi's body again pushing back into me as she oohed and aahed. I kept my own body still and continued to explore hers.

My hand moved down her arm, my finger tips gently caressing the soft bare skin, causing Jemi to giggle. "You may look like a brute but you're very gentle really." She said lightheartedly. I took this in good humor and continued my wanderings, letting my calloused hand slip onto her bare arse, eliciting moans from Jemi, moans that were amplified when I finally gave into temptation and kissed her neck.

"Keep kissing my neck and slap my bottom."

My mother had brought me up to respect women and had me swear that I would never hit one, unlike many of the brutes in my neighbouhood. Sensing my confusion and hesitancy Jemi turned her head and smiled at me.

"My friend, Imogen Farquar, recently got married, she says any time her husband thinks she's been naughty he puts her over his knee and gives her a good spanking. Now she tries to be naughty at least twice a day." She said this with such an impish look on her face that I couldn't help but smile and gave her delectable bottom a little tap of my hand.

"Oh come on, stoker, you can do better than that."

"Yes ma'am, whatever you say ma'am." Jemi started to say something but was interrupted as my palm landed with more force, "Ooh, that's better, keep going." She said as she turned her face away and bent her knees higher.

I larruped Jemi's arse five or six times, she encouraging me to go harder with each one, the small boat starting to rock as I delivered the last one. Jemi's hand came over and I was pleased she was going to stop me, instead she felt around for my tallywacker, her small hand struggling to encircle it as she started to pull and squeeze it.

"Keep spanking." She told me.

Each thwack of my hand was met with a harder pull and squeeze; the sensation of this and Jemi's increasingly vulgar encouragements making me lose my mind, my kisses on her neck becoming more vigorous and almost violent as my smacks got harder. I was in a delirious state as my loins exploded, I could no longer spank Jemi, I wasn't even sure I could breath.

Jemi's hand moved gently up my shaft, coating her fingers with the last vestiges of my seed. She let go and turned around, her smiling face only inches from mine in the bright moonlight. I went to speak but was stunned and not a little horrified when Jemi held a sticky, salty finger to my lip. Her smile widened at my shock, a shock amplified many fold when Jemi started to suck and lick her fingers.

"It tastes saltier than mine." My face must have been a picture because Jemi burst out laughing "Oh Davy you really are so sweet, I could love you." Before I could even think what this meant Jemi gently kissed me, thoughts of sticky fingers temporarily leaving my head until she broke the kiss and took my hand and moved it towards her lady bits, "Feel my cunny, I was diddling myself as you thrashed me and gushed twice." I pulled my hand away.

"Do you enjoy shocking and embarrassing me?" I asked.

"Yes and no." Jemi said smiling but then continued "we could die tomorrow or the next day or starve to death the day after that, why shouldn't we enjoy each other's bodies before we do?"

"Because the things we've been doing should only be done between a man and wife and some of the things you've been doing would not be done by anyone respectable."

I was shocked at my own words, but was glad I'd said them.

To be continued..
By Big galute for Literotica
32 min
June 22, 2025 Camp Volunteer Opportunities
Camp Volunteer Opportunities
Spring cleaning at a camp when I was 18 and a virgin.
Based on a post by Had2write.
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First Time.

Every spring, several of the families from my home town
would go to this local summer camp and do a ‘worker bee’. The camp had been
around for over 50 years so there was always stuff that needed to be cleaned
and fixed. This camp was located in the beautiful upper mid-west, in what folks
call ‘lake country’. The plot of land that the camp sat on was just gorgeous.
It was over 200 acers of tree covered lake front property. There were several
camper cabins around the edge, a lodge/mess hall with a canteen to purchase
snacks and souvenirs near the entrance, and a huge activity field in the
middle. There was a lot of real estate that need to be spruced up because the
winters always took a toll on the old camp and we were there to make it nice
and shiny again before the summer campers arrived.
The camp was a huge seasonal boost to the local economy and
it generally boosted the tourism business and investments in lake properties for
several miles around. The town folk realized this and tried to insure the
viability in a win-win partnership.
To that end, several of us enjoyed some free and discounted
lodging options in the off-season.
Each worker earned a credit toward an off-season weekend
stay. My folks had a wedding to go to, this particular weekend, so since I was
18, I asked to take their slot and get the offer, for when I came home from
college some weekend.
Normally we would go on Friday and stay until Sunday. The
women would clean the kitchen, grand lodge, and do laundry, the men would do
building repairs, and the kids would work on cleaning up the grounds around the
camp. I always enjoyed these weekends but nothing could ever top the spring trip
when I was 18.
There was another family who had a daughter, Lynn, she was
18 too. Lynn and I had known each other since preschool. I had never felt any
attraction to her but I have to admit, she was turning into a hot lady. She had
the nicest ass and her tits were perfect. I was taking notice that weekend.
After everybody had arrived and had gotten settled in, we
spent Friday night getting our detailed work list, and then everyone visited
around the bonfire. I couldn't stop myself from glancing over at Lynn’s
fire-lit tits. They just kept pulling my eyes back to them. I am pretty sure
that I got caught looking because she flashed me a smile and arched her back,
pushing her tits out further into the bonfire lit night. The hour was starting
to get late so everyone ended to bed. I had to just sit there for a while
because there was no hiding what was going on in my pants. The camp was not
open for the season yet so there were several cabins that I could go into to
release the tension building up inside of me. I just kept thinking about what
those beautiful tits would look like without being covered up by clothes. How
these would feel in my hands. What it would be like to lick and kiss those
nipples. Took me right over the top. Afterwards, I just rolled over and feel
asleep until the morning. I walked back to the lodge where everyone else had
spent the night. No one even noticed that I didn't sleep in the lodge, or so I
thought.
After breakfast I went about what I was supposed to be
doing. I was picking up sticks and leaves and garbage on the grounds. Leftovers
from the long winter. It was unusually warm for May so I had taken my shirt
off. It helped some but I was still sweating in the warm sun. I had gone south
a few weeks earlier and still had my tan. My shirtless, tan and glistening body
must have looked good because as I was working over by the cabins, Lynn and her
friend were walking towards the beach but detoured over to talk to me. I am not
sure but it sure seemed like I was being checked out by these women. They were
looking me all over. It felt nice and a little exciting.
I was what you would call a late bloomer and I did not date
much in high school. I was kinda shy. My junior year I started working out and
over time developed a nice physique. I was no Adonis but I did look pretty
good. I was 5' 11", 175 lbs . My legs and arms were solid and I was very
proud of my six-pack abs. The fact that they came over to talk to and look at
me, boosted my confidence. They were both in denim shorts and matching red bikini
tops.
Now Lynn's friend Carol, who was a year older than us, did
not have the cutest face, but she also had a pretty nice set of tits under her
red bikini. As they got closer to me and started a conversation, I got nervous
because I knew she saw me looking the night before. I started to wonder, did
she arch her back to give me a better look or was it just to tease me with
something that I would never be near?
Lynn came over and said; “I didn't see you come back to the
lodge last night.”
I told her that I just slept in one of the empty cabins.
Good thing she didn't ask why I did that.
She said it disappointed her and she wondered if I was
avoiding her?
In my urgent effort to ease her feared, I blurted out;
“Your sexy tits gave me a hard-on that I had to take care of or I wasn't going
to get any sleep.” My God Did I just say that out loud? Lynn smiled and said;
“Oh, I feel flattered, now.” She winked.
I was blushing beet red and returned my attention to
raking up the leaves around the cabin front.
She graciously changed the subject and started talking about
how nice and warm it was. We talked about all of the years that we had been
coming up there for the ‘work bees’ and all of the fun that we used to have but
now we were old enough that we actually had to start helping which sucked a
little.
They hoped that they wouldn't get to sweaty while they
worked because they thought that the lake might still be a little too cold if
they had to rinse off. During the talk, I kept on glancing at both of their smoking
hot bodies and of course, there was a stirring in my basketball shorts. I think
Lynn noticed because as Carol walked away, she smiled at me while she took a
lingering glance down at my shorts. Busted.
I continued to work for the next 5 hours or so, and the
girls did as well, on raking the beach. Whenever I took a break, I glanced down
to see those two nice bodies, which were now also glistening in the sun. One
time I was sure that I saw Lynn checking me out again so I flashed her a
lingering smile this time.
I had been sweating like crazy, so when I was done, I
had 0 minutes left before the dinner bell rang.
I just took off my shoes, ran down to the beach, and
high-stepped directly into the water, up to my waist. It was cold. I called out
to the girls to come and join me. They were raking the playground area. Neither
of them wanted to look like it was too cold for them, so they ran right in the
lake with me. Although the cold water made their nipples stick out like pencil
erasers, I was way too cold to show any effect that it had on me. We all walked
back to the lodge, changed, and went down to the mess hall for dinner.
The girls and I sat together and talked about lots of stuff.
I enjoyed it because it gave me a close up look at those two sets of beautiful
tits. After dinner we went up to the bonfire pit for the evening. This time
they sat on either side of me and arched every time they caught me looking. I
wore a stretch tee compression top which contoured my well-defined abs and
pecs. In my guilty delight I returned the favor; flexing myself in my skintight
tee shirt when I caught her looking. It was a fun little game and I thought
that would be the end of it.
A few adults saw what was developing and chuckled.
After a couple hours, everyone headed back to the lodge bunk rooms. I
stayed to put out the fire. When it was out, I didn't feel like walking back to
the lodge so I went to the closest cabin. Although she had given me another
hard-on, the director and several others were not going to tolerate any trysts,
so there was no opportunity made me way to do anything about it. I think I was
sleeping before I hit the pillow.
I was sleeping for a couple of hours when I stirred awake.
Someone entered the darkness of the cabin. I was laying on my back in the counselor's
full-size bed behind a partition, so the visitor didn't see me right away. This
stranger walked into the counselor's room by me and without saying a word, laid
down and put their head on my chest.
It was Lynn. She was laying on her side and her hand
was on my stomach and her leg slightly on top of mine. Still she said nothing.
What was she doing here? Why hadn't she said anything.
We laid there for what seemed to be an eternity but it was
probably only 5 or 10 minutes. I know it was long enough for me to be affected
by a hot teenager laying on me in the dark. I felt like I was going to bust
right out of my shorts, I was so hard.
This was a brave and bold act, so I thought she must be here
for a reason so why not take a chance. I slowly kicked the covers down while I
grabbed her wrist and slid her hand slowly down my six pack abs until it was on
my throbbing cock. I let go, to see what she would do. For a few seconds she
did nothing but she didn't pull her hand away either. She started to rub me through
my almost splitting boxer briefs.
Within 2 or 3 minutes, she had tugged down my briefs.
I arched my hips up and we each pulled down the waistband from the sides. The
turgid pole sprang free and rose to full mast.
She now had my fully erect cock in her hand. No need to hold
back now. I reached around her with both arms and got one hand under her shirt.
My other arm wrapped around her neck and softly stroked her far tit, then I
very lightly teased her nipple.
I felt those wonderful orbs that I had been
fantasizing about and I started squeezing them over her big oversized tee
shirt. She moaned a little when I moved my hand under and touched both of her
bare nipples, which were as hard as my cock.
She must have liked it because she started to slowly stroke
me. I pulled my hand out from under her shirt and slid it inside her shorts. I
detoured around and was grabbing her tight little bare ass. After a couple more
minutes I slid my hand down further and starting rubbing her now wet pussy.
She moaned louder and started to stroke me faster. Her head
was still lying on my chest. One of my arms was going numb from her weight, so
I needed to reposition.
That’s when she lowered her head down towards my cock. She
was close enough for me to feel her breath on my dick and in a few more
seconds, I was in her mouth. I was so excited by this, and I was surprised I
didn't cum right then and there, after all, I had never gotten a blowjob
before.
Like all teenage boys, I had put a ruler up to my erect
penis and right now, it felt like that she had a good amount of my 6 1/2 inches
in her mouth. I had no idea what a blowjob was supposed to feel like but at
that time, nothing could have felt better. She reached down and tugged her
shorts, and pushed them down past her hips. I took this as my queue to help her
out and I removed them the rest of the way down her legs.
Once I did this, she got up on her knees with her legs
spread, straddling my waist. This gave me full access to her now almost
dripping honey pot, which I rubbed and poked as she kept a hand on my shaft and
rubbed it against her ass cheeks. She brought me closer and closer to cumming.
Soon she scooted her body up, and rotated, straddling wide,
above my shoulders, and dropped that beautiful pussy right on my face. My first
taste of pussy and I loved it. I couldn't get enough of it. My hands were free
to feel up her ass and I tenderly rubbed her sphincter.
I am pretty sure she came right away because there was a
rush of even more liquid and after that her thrusting slowed. I kept eating
her. She started to buck harder on my face. Then she laid forward and softly
sucked my cock, which rapidly pushed me over the top. I felt that I had to let
her know, so through her extremely wet pussy I said that I was going to cum.
She pushed my cock into the back of her month while grinding my face real
hard with her twat. It was all I could take and I shot my load down her throat.
She tensed up and came for the second time.
We laid there, still in the 69, breathing hard, sweaty and
sticky. Once we settled down, she crawled off and turned back up on my side. We
must have been a site, me in a tee shirt with my pants down to my thighs and
her fully clothed from the waist up and naked from the waist down. She came up
and we had our first kiss. The moonlight shining through the window, upon the
bed.
After we made out for a little bit, my 18-year-old cock
began to come back to life. She climbed on top of me and I think we were just about
to fuck when we heard a noise. It was Carol. She had followed Lynn and had been
watching us the whole time. Once she knew we heard her, she came to the
bedside.
Carol started talking to Lynn, “I thought you told me you
were a virgin? “
Lynn responded with “I am.” Which was about to change until
our interruption.
To which Carol replied “It didn't look like it,
watching you two.”
Lynn responded again saying; “I was a virgin, and
still am, it was just oral. The only thing he put in my pussy was his finger
and his tongue.” Carol came and sat on the bed next to us.
Now Lynn was still on top of me with that wet pussy just
inches from my cock. Needless to say, I was fully erect again. I thought about
just arching up and sticking it in her, but in the back of my mind I kept
hearing her say that she was still a virgin. You don't just take someone's
virginity. That would have to be up to her.
I guess her answer was not tonight, as she rolled off
of me onto the other side of the bed. So here I am, lying in bed with one girl
naked from the waist down on my left and another with great tits fully clothed
sitting on the edge of the bottom corner of the bed, on my right. With me lying
there with my pants down to my thighs and my cock is at full attention again,
in the moonlight, like a god damn flagpole.
It felt like I wasn't even there as the girls started
talking.
“How did this happen?”
“Was it good?”
“Did he cum in your mouth?”
“What did it taste like?”
“Did you cum too?”
As Lynn answered her, I felt like superman the way she was
describing how I made her twitch and shake, and cum twice.
The two girls chatted with my turgid pole sitting right
between them, in the moonlight.
She told Carol that it was so much better than doing
it yourself. She also told Carol that I warned her that I was going to cum and
that she decided why not have another first?
Lynn said; “The taste wasn't the best but, it wasn't
terrible and, in the moment, I didn't even notice what it tasted like.”
Carol said; “I wished I could have done more than just
watch. Lynn got this evil grin on her face and sat up near my waist. She took
Carol's hand and put it on my cock just like I had done earlier to her.
Just like Lynn, she did not pull away, but unlike Lynn, she
didn't need the nudges.
There must have been enough moonlight for Carol to see what
we were doing because she took me right in her mouth. After a few seconds, she
stopped and stood up next to the bed. She took off her pants and panties
and climbed up over my head. Then she dropped her pussy right on my face.
Slowly, Carol lowered her body over mine and her lips found the tip of my
cock. Another 69.
Over 18 years with nothing, and then 2 on the same night. It
was funny how much different Carol's mouth action felt and she also tasted a little
different. One thing that was the same, is how she was gridding on my face.
Lynn was lying on the bed next to us, telling Carol to push it in further. It
felt great, but unlike when Lynn was blowing me, I didn't feel like I was going
to cum any second. I got to just enjoy the feeling and concentrate on taking
care of Carol. She came right away and was shaking while she was cumming but
she never slowed down her pumping on my face. She just kept riding me, enjoying
my tongue. I reached down under her shirt and felt her perfectly shaped tits.
The nipples were as hard as Lynn's had been but these tits were much fuller and
firmer.
As I used my mouth on her pussy, and my hands on her tits, she
came 2 more times before I shot my second load of the night down her throat;
saying; “I am going to cum” for the second time in one night.
Muffled by the juices of a second wet pussy, was
something that I could not have dreamt of. It was amazing. I have to admit; my
jaw was getting sore.
Carol climbed off and put her head on my right shoulder
while Lynn did the same on my left. They both had a hand on my stomach which
was starting to have an effect on me again. I wondered what it would be like to
have both of them at the same time, how would that work?
It was starting to get light out so I suggested that
they get dressed and head back before anyone at the lodge woke up. Before
heading back, they decided that next year we were going to take it to the next
step so I should bring some rubbers. Carol said that she would try to wait and
still be a virgin for me but Lynn didn't think that she could. She was ready to
lose it tonight so waiting a year might be impossible. For me, it was a great
night. I tasted my first pussy and my second pussy, both the same night. It
didn't matter that I never got to feel my cock in their pussies or even see
their wonderful tits, we had a great time and they were still virgins, for that
matter so was I. It was just a great teenage night.
They decided to go to the dock near the swim beach, to watch
the sunrise. That’s when the director’s wife saw them and yelled; “Good
morning, girls!” She congratulated them for getting up so early to
experience such a beauty of god’s creation.
As it turns out, My dad got a promotion and a transfer. So
my family moved in September, and I never got the chance to have sex with Carol
and/or Lynn at camp again. I did go back at spring break, to visit friends and
old classmates, and I ran into Lynn. She was a receptionist at the local
medical clinic. It was Friday and she only worked a half-day, so she was off at
noon.
We talked about our lives over lunch and she said; “I
couldn't stop thinking about sex after that weekend until I finally just let go
and had sex with some guy on a first date.”
She told me that she really hasn't had that much sex
since, but she just couldn't wait to find out what it felt like. She said that
I had awoken something and she just needed to feel what a cock in her pussy was
like. She added “I wish it had been with you.”
We had the rest of the day, so I told her; “You can have it
now?”
She came with me back to my rented cabin at the camp.
As we made out and undressed each other, I finally got to
see those beautiful tits of hers. They were as perfect as I had imaged and she
moaned with pleasure as I caressed the underside. Her nipples were like
delicious gumdrops that I kissed and sucked for what seemed like forever.
When she pulled my cock up to her pussy, she was so wet that
it slipped right in, until there was nothing left.
Having sex with her was like losing my virginity all
over again. It felt that good. Although we were neither one's first, it felt
like we were, because of what had happened at camp. We sucked and fucked all
night.
When she rolled off of me, she said; “I came so many times
that I could not cum once more or I would pass out.”
It felt so good knowing that I was able to please her
that way, and I got to cum a couple of times too. Win-win.
We cuddled for a bit and then she left just as it was
getting light, the same as the last time. I never saw her again but the memory
of Lynn will always be amazing.

20 min
June 21, 2025 Matching Day: Part 2

Matching Day: Part 2The struggle for honesty, and the grace to accept..
Based on a post by SmallTownPrincess, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

"So,
tell me about your family, Mason," Livia said, tracing the lines of his
palm with one finger. How long had they been out there? Although it
felt like she'd been with Mason for only a few minutes, at most, she was
deathly afraid that dawn would break soon, and they would have to part
ways, sneaking back into their respective beds.
"Oh,
they're nothing special," he said with a shrug. "My father's done
pretty well for us with inter-community trade, and my mother's a
self-proclaimed busybody. I have two little sisters who must hate me,
for all the grief they cause me, and a cat that only eats because I ask
him to every day."
Livia
sympathized with the cat; she would follow Mason to the ends of the
earth, if he asked her to and really meant it. She wouldn't tell him
that, though. He still believed that the answer to all their problems
was to run off into the wilderness and never look back.
"They
must love you a lot, to plan a big wedding for you - and build you a
house! My father expected my match to do that with his own two hands."
"Nah,
they mostly just like being a spectacle in town, and a big wedding's
the best way to ensure that everyone's talking about you. As for the
house, I'd rather build it myself, honestly. I feel like a child with
them paving the way for me like this."
"I'll bet Salvia's bragging to everyone who'll listen about her fairy-tale wedding and big stone house - at eighteen!"
Mason shrugged, looking stormy. "She keeps asking me when we can have our first baby boy. A baby? I'm not ready for a baby. I could go another decade before I would even think about having kids. I'll be nineteen when we get married, for gods' sake."
"Nineteen?"
"I barely missed the cutoff for the last age group, so I think I'm probably the oldest in ours."
A
chill wind snuck down Livia's collar, and she shuddered, enjoying
Mason's immediate response of wrapping his arms around her and pulling
her back up against his chest. She could get used to being held that
way. She lay her head back against his shoulder, and he sighed happily.
"Mason?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you still intend to marry her?"
He
shook his head, tousling her hair where his chin rested on it. "That
big house will be ours - yours and mine - or they can give it to one of
my sisters, for all I care. All I want is you."
The
chuckling scream of an owl broke the silence of the night, foreboding
as the lustrous moon lay silver-lined shadows over the pair. "What are
we going to do, Mason?"
"What do you mean?"
"What are you we going to do? I mean, you're supposed to get married in a month, to Salvia,
and I'm supposed to spend the rest of my life unhappy and alone. People
are going to notice if either of those things don't happen."
"We
could tell them that I prefer you to Salvia, " Mason said doubtfully,
and Livia didn't even bother to reply. That was clearly not an option.
"Or we could run, like I said originally."
"There's nowhere to run," Livia murmured.
"Then, I suppose, this is our only option."
"What is?"
"This. Meetings, like this."
"What, you mean you want to keep meeting me in secret like this?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Won't
someone in Salvia's house notice that you sneak out every night?" Mason
was living with Salvia's family until his own house was built in
Micrague, but, to Salvia's dismay, he was not taking advantage of
sleeping just down the hall from her.
"Probably
not, and even if they do, I told them the very first day I went home
with her that sometimes I preferred to sleep outside, under the stars."
He chuckled. "They probably think I'm quite odd, but it really is nice,
sometimes, to just lay out here and look up at them."
Livia
snuggled closer to him and followed his eyes up to the dancing points
of light in the rich blue-violet night. "But then, what happens next
month, when your family send word for you to come home with her?"
"Hmm,
the guys from Micrague probably don't remember what my match looked
like, and you could answer to Salvia for the rest of your life, "
"But
the girls who matched those boys would know I didn't match you. They'll
definitely remember that I was the one who ended up with no one to love
but a dead boy I never met."
"Gods,
Livia, I don't know," he said, sounding frustrated. "What do you want
me to say? That this can only go on until I'm called home?"
"Can't it?"
"Maybe
it'll have to stop when I'm called home," he said, then shook his head
fiercely. "No. No, one way or another, I'm going to marry you someday,
Livia Russing."
Hearing
her last name from his lips sent a jolt of reality through her system.
"I don't know your last name, Mason," she said, eyes still fixed on the
glittering treasure of the heavens.
"It's
Griersley. Don't let that be the deciding point against me when you're
deciding whether or not you want to marry me," he said with a grin.
"It's not bad."
"Is bad enough."
"But
I still don't know you well enough to say that I love you, Mr.
Griersley," she said, grinning a little herself. "For all I know, you
could be an axe murderer."
"Well, you've been alone with me for hours now. Have you seen any signs that I'm going to be a danger to you?"
She giggled, then settled into seriousness. "No, I don't think you would hurt me."
He
was still in a silly mood, grabbing her lightly around the neck and
cackling evilly. "Now I've got you, princess!" he said in a nasal,
grating voice. "You only thought I
asked you here because I'm falling for you. In fact, I'm a hideous
villain, bent on killing the loveliest and most brilliant girls in every
community. You're my next victim!"
Livia
laughed, twisting to kiss him again. It felt more natural every time
their lips met; after hours of it, she felt like she'd been born to kiss
him.
Dawn
bleached the horizon and made the trees stand like motionless
skeletons. Livia savored the taste of Mason's lips on hers as she
clambered back into bed, wishing her quilt-shrouded mattress was half as
comfortable as his arms.
With
the promise of seeing him again that night, having him all to herself
for hours and hours, she could make it through another day. She just
wished night would come a little sooner.
There
were moments, in the next few weeks, that made Livia wonder if the gods
were making up for tormenting her with Bracken's death by saturating
every moment with exhilarating euphoria.
Mason,
his face glowing with the radiance of the simple joy her presence
brought him, danced with her in the moon's spotlight, humming a song he
made up on the spot, her twirling feet sending leaves spinning all
around them and making the breeze whirl and seethe with jealousy.
His
teeth stood like pearly bits of star against his tan skin as he
laughed, dipping her low enough that her hair brushed the dirt forest
floor, then bringing her lightly back to her feet with an easy,
undemanding kiss.
Combing
his fingers through her hair, he poured nonsense pieces of poetry into
the night, laughing occasionally at a particularly horrible rhyme,
calling for her to contribute as well. But she wouldn't interrupt the
uninhibited rhythm of his deep, pleasant voice; she let his words roll
pleasantly over her soul while his fingers did the same to her scalp.
Electricity
lanced the night as their lips mimicked each other's shape, and each of
them drew life from the other's wholehearted ardor.
Livia whispered, "I do, after all."
"Do what?"
"Love you."
Mason
wrapped around her, keeping her warm as her discarded clothes could
not. His lips were drawing a lazy line of kisses from her forehead down
her nose, over her lips and onto her neck. He sucked gently at the spot
where her neck ended and shoulder began, then dusted kisses across her
collarbones.
His
hands ran lightly along her sides, fingers brushing her skin from tits
to hips and back again. She brushed her fingers through his hair, tugged
on it in a mute request for him to make his way back to her mouth and
kiss her as he had been for weeks, but his mouth was quite busy
venturing to previously unexplored territory.
Mason's
lips pressed against her sternum, and the softness just above her belly
button, and then the softness just below. He shifted back onto his
heels so he could more easily massage his way down her thighs and to her
knees. Hungrily, he eyed her body.
"Mason?"
She could barely manage the breath to whisper his name. Something was
making her chest tight, making it hard to bring in air; she realized
after a moment that it was fear. That was the thing with Mason , he
frightened her. Not because he would ever hurt her, but because he
looked at life and asked for more than he was given. He pushed
boundaries.
His
fingers were testing her boundaries now, working their way back up the
inside of her legs and finding the intersection of her legs. He bent
low, kissing her thigh just south of where his fingers rested, and his
breath was both hot and cold on her body. It made her suddenly aware of a
dampness there she did not recognize.
"Mason," she said again, more forcefully this time, and his eyes met hers.
"Yes?"
She
licked her lips, trembling as he continued to breathe on her slick
folds. "Are you planning to do what I think you're planning to do?"
"Only
if you want it," Mason replied. He stared up at her for at least a
minute before she realized she was meant to respond positively or
negatively, but she had no answer. How could she think with his mouth
practically pressed to her lips there? "Livia? Do you want to?"
"I, " She observed the tenderness with which he was stroking her thigh, and melted a bit. "Yes. Please."
Mason
grinned. He leaned in just a bit closer and touched his lips to her,
then slid his tongue between her folds, trailing it up to the nub of her
clitoris , she gasped and tried to keep from shuddering, not wanting
to break the contact , and then down until he circled her slit. His
eyes sought hers, looking for approval; he must have seen it in her
face, because he began to move his tongue in earnest, sliding it up and
down, then delving into her opening as deeply as he could.
Livia
squeezed her eyes shut to concentrate on the feelings, but the
intensity gave her a sense of vertigo so intense she almost felt herself
sliding along the forest floor, as though the world had tipped off its
axis. She clutched at Mason's shoulders to steady herself, digging her
nails in harder than she realized.
As
Mason's warm mouth moved against her most sensitive places, she began
to feel something completely new. It was a need she had never
experienced before, an urgent and desperate desire so foreign that she
could hardly guess how to fulfill it. She would have thought that
Mason's current activity would relieve it somehow, but it was only
sharpening the edge on her hunger.
"Mason,
I need;” she started. She wasn't sure how to finish. Mason stopped
immediately, sensing her distress, sitting up and wiping his mouth.
"What? What do you need?"
"I
don't, know." She spoke quietly, distractedly. When Mason sat up, he
revealed the entirety of his nude form, and Livia found her attention
drawn to his sizable manhood, standing at attention. She stared,
beginning to get an idea of what it was she needed.
Picking
up on her thoughts as though she was speaking them aloud, Mason
abandoned his eager, if inexperienced, efforts to please her with his
mouth and bent to press his body against hers again. He held himself
just far enough off her that his weight would not oppress her, but the
full length of his feverishly warm body covered hers, and the full
length of his member pressed against her mound, pulsing slightly with
each heartbeat.
Slowly,
painfully slowly, Mason slid his hips down, pulling his cock down her
body until the head rested just where her lower lips parted, and then
gravity and her own moisture pulled it the rest of the way. It came to
rest just where it belonged, against her opening.
"Is this what you want?" Mason asked. With his mouth on her throat as it was, she felt more than heard his words.
She nodded, eyes closed. "Yes."
There
was really no pain. Livia was surprised; she had heard from other girls
that it was quite unpleasant the first time, sometimes even traumatic,
but perhaps they had not had such tender first lovers, or perhaps they
had not been so achingly, drenchedly eager to have their lover inside
them. Livia hadn't even been aware of how badly she wanted Mason within
her until he was, and all her tension drained out of her with a long
sigh.
"It's perfect," she said, marveling at the fit of him in her. They were made for each other.
For
many long minutes they were motionless, sharing each other , they were
no longer two people, but a single entity, joined intimately.
"I'm
yours, Livia." Mason's voice was husky, and Livia saw that it was
costing him something to remain still, not to just claim her from the
inside out; she saw also in the way he wrapped his arms tightly around
her and squeezed as if he would never let go that he was happy to remain
frozen in place and share the moment, happy even as he strained for
more.
"And I'm yours. Take me, Mason."
And he did.
Eventually
they fell asleep, still connected, and didn't wake until larks' songs
began to break the stillness of the air with the dawn.
Just
when she thought nothing could be more perfect, more beautiful, the
gods realized their carelessness in letting too much rapture concentrate
in just two small hearts, and they began to set things back to rights.
Livia
picked her way through the now-familiar path from her house to their
meeting place in the trees, stepping lightly over fallen branches and
dodging snags and thorns with ease. She'd sat at her window all
afternoon, watching the sun in its path, wishing it haste as it
progressed toward the horizon. Her mother wondered what had gotten into
her, but didn't mourn the change. It had been painful to see her
daughter in such misery after Matching Day.
Just a little ways now, she
thought cheerfully, wanting to whistle but deciding that would be
imprudent. The fear of what they were doing didn't eat at her anymore,
and she could almost forget, in the flawless moments with Mason, that
there was anything wrong in what they did. When she saw Salvia, her face
did not burn with blood, as it did at the beginning, and she did not
hunch her shoulders against imagined accusations as she crossed the town
now.
At
the very moment it always seemed she had been walking too far, that she
must have passed the clearing completely and needed to turn around, she
saw Mason.
He
was standing much as he had been the first night they'd met here, his
hands balled into fists in his pockets, his eyes on the sky, standing in
what she now recognized was his tensest stance, directly in the center
of the clearing. He was wholly illuminated by a moon that approached
full, and she could see the glistening tracks of tears on both cheeks,
the slightest quiver to his bottom lip. Pain spiked just beneath her
breastbone as she wondered distressedly what had upset him.
"Mason?"
she called, tumbling out of the trees and into his arms. He barely
caught her as she tripped over the undergrowth, landing ungracefully
against his chest, and when she looked up into his face, she had never
seen such despair.
"You came," he said brokenly. "I hoped you wouldn't."
"What?"
Rustling
footsteps all around them told of the presence of others, and Mason's
hands tightened on her upper arms as if he could somehow squeeze her out
of sight.
Livia's
head swiveled frantically from side to side as she tried to see each
face as they appeared, grimacing, out of the shadows; at the front of
them all, she saw Salvia's triumphant countenance.
And
Mason's eyes never left hers, never stopped pleading with her to
forgive him for asking her to meet him the very first time. She had the
horrible, world-shaking, vomit-inducing thought that, perhaps, he had
tired of her and betrayed her. Her eyes begged his to assure her that
this could never be true, but there was too much self-condemnation in
their greyness for her to be sure.
"You
have broken a match, you and Miss Livia Russing, who was unmatched and
took it upon herself to tear apart two compatible souls"
"Livia did not take it upon herself," Mason interjected. "I convinced her. I persuaded her to meet me there."
"Regardless, she took part in the breaking."
"No,
no, none of it was her fault. Aren't you listening to me? She didn't
intend to do anything wrong. If anyone deserves any sort of punishment,
it's me. I knew full well what the consequences would be if I were
caught, and I chose to do it anyway."
"Did you ever stop to consider your matched pair? Salvia?"
"Salvia and I were never compatible. Never. You must have made a mistake;”
"We do not make mistakes! We are the Matching Council. We know what is best for the community, and it's self-important children like you that sow dissension."
"You made at least one mistake, didn't you? Or did you forget so easily that you left Livia without a match?"
"Her
situation was unfortunate, but not the fault of the Matching Council.
If anyone should be blamed, it's the elders of Micrague for allowing
such a tragedy to happen on their ground."
"Unfortunate? Unfortunate? You
condemned her to a lifetime alone. And someone like Livia should never,
ever be left alone. Someone like Salvia, on the other hand, "
"Enough!
Talking to this boy further serves no purpose. He has already told us
what we need to know. Tomorrow, he and the girl will receive their
twenty lashes."
"Wait,
wait, you're not listening! Livia didn't do anything wrong! Just by
being caught, she's probably punished herself more than you ever could.
Please, please, by the gods, have some mercy! She doesn't deserve any punishment!"
"Whether
or not you feel she has done anything wrong, the law states that forty
lashes will be dealt to the breakers of a match."
"Then give them to me. All of them."
"Excuse me?"
"This is completely my fault; I want the complete punishment."
"Young man;”
"Please."
A long pause from all of council members for thought, and then, "Very well."
They
swept out of the tiny room like so many heavy shadows; they must have
worked to make their flat black cloaks billow that way. Mason's head
dropped to his chest, the ropes that held his arms behind the chair
stretching his shoulders almost beyond their limit.
I promised I would never let anything hurt you, Livia, he thought. Gods, I'm doing my best.
"You're free to go," the elder said blandly as he released Livia. She stared unbelievingly at her unbound hands.
"Where's Mason?"
"The convicted young man awaits his punishment, to be dealt within the hour."
"His punishment? What about mine? I was there in the clearing as surely as he was, "
"Your punishment is to witness his flogging. We believe no other discipline will be necessary, in your case."
Livia's
mouth opened and closed as she tried to find the words to express what
she wanted to say to the man; at last the only word she could summon
was, "Why?"
He said nothing, just dropped his eyes and led her out of the cell.
The
whole community had gathered around the platform, the same that had
been used for the matching, only now a low block sprouted up from the
wooden slats, looking ominously innocent. None had been told why they
were gathered there, except that there had been some crime committed and
they were to witness the punishment. Only Salvia's family, and Livia's,
understood what was happening.
Livia
was kneeling to the side of the crowd, the council member standing
behind her one of the youngest - still spry, in case she tried to bolt.
She ripped dying grass out by the roots and shredded it, releasing the
pieces to the wind.
When
Mason was led out, gasps peppered the assemblage, and curious whispers
erupted from the collected people like ants out of a kicked anthill. He
was shirtless, his hands bound in front of him, and he was flanked by
four elders. They forced him to his knees, bending him over the block
and retying his hands around the metal ring in the deck of the platform
so that he had no escape.
His
eyes scanned for Livia's but he did not turn his head far enough to
catch sight of her, so low to the ground and separated from the rest of
the crowd by guilt and empty air. He sighed, seeming a little relieved.
"State
your name and your crime," one of the elders demanded. He was not the
one holding the cruel whip, a man of middle years with deeply etched
lines in his face and a cold, set line of a mouth.
"I found love outside of my match," Mason said clearly.
A
few women squawked at the brutality as the whip snapped across Mason's
back, eliciting a cry from him; his eyes went wide, as if he was
surprised at how much it hurt.
"Let
us not have your lies, boy," said that head elder, the oldest of them,
the only one who would speak in public when they were all gathered.
"Explain your crime."
Panting, Mason spoke again. "I fell desperately in love with the perfect woman for me - and it was not the girl that I was paired with."
Crack "Enough! You pollute the minds of our community with your fabrications."
"Admit it, you were wrong, Crack, ah!"
"This boy coerced;”
"I loved;”
Crack!
a young woman of our community;”
the beautiful Livia;”
Crack!
with empty promises!"
with all my heart!"
Crack!
"He wants to destroy our society;”
"I just want to be with her;”
Crack!
"He broke faith with another;”
"I never loved Salvia!"
Crack!
and destroyed her happiness!"
"The Council made a mistake!"
The
last crack resounded into silence, broken only by Mason's painful
gasps. Eyes of the gathered flicked between Mason and his trembling
Livia, her lovely face marred with tears, and to Salvia, who looked as
though she would be sick, and to the elders, whose faces ranged from
clearly uncomfortable to purpled with rage.
"That's eight," the eldest Councilor said at length, waving for the man with the whip to continue.
The
crowd was silent through a few more strokes as Mason bit nearly through
his lip to keep from howling. Gradually, whispers spread sporadically
again, people began to shake their heads, drifting away from the
platform in small chunks.
Council
members watched their disgusted people leave and wondered if they had,
at last, gone too far; but they dealt out the punishment, as they must,
and then dragged Mason to his feet with a Council member holding him up
under each armpit.
They
towed him back to his cell, unable to force him to stand up on his feet
and walk the distance, and dropped him face down on the bench that
served as his bed, though his legs hung off from the knee down.
"What now?" asked the second-youngest of the elders, barely old enough to be called an 'elder' at all.
"He
will be taken back to Micrague, to be sentenced there as well," said
one of them. "They've had this problem in the past; they know how to
deal with it properly."
"And
their people aren't so fragile as to sneer at the law," said another,
sneering himself. He was the thirstiest among them for brutality, for
swift attacks on anything that threatened the community.
"What
will they do with him there?" asked the young one again, his shoulders
drawing up as though it were him being sentenced, and not Mason.
The
others did not try to protect his gentler sensibilities. "Once they've
heard what he has to say, he'll be killed, just like the last one. The
Matching Council will not be questioned."
Salvia
sat on her bedroom floor, her knees drawn up to her chest and her head
resting atop them. She had not cried at the whipping, but she'd wanted
to; her pride had prevented her from making any show that the other
girls could use against her in a pity attack.
Now,
though, with only her cat, Lollaine, to see her; she shook with quiet
sobs. "I just wanted them to have to stop," she whispered. "Mason, poor
Mason, "
Livia
lay curled on the forest floor, where she had lain with Mason every
night before. She wished they had not let her go; she deserved to be in a
cell, for what she'd done. And Mason, oh, poor Mason,
She
spent the night not looking at the stars, and crushed dried leaves into
dust that, dancing on the breeze, still looked more alive than she did.
It
began to rain in the wee hours of the morning, a steady, mournful
downpour that soaked Livia through immediately and began to make the
leaves float in anonymous streamlets. She unfolded herself for the first
time since she lay down, feeling the creak of limbs as they complained
about hours of stillness.
Her
hair plastered to her face, water running into her eyes, she considered
going home, but decided against it. Once there, her mother would
comfort her, and coo over the state she was in, and find her warm
clothes, and stoke up the fire for her; she knew she didn't deserve any
of it.
Her
jailer-of-sorts, the youngest of the elders, had informed her that
Mason would be taken back to Micrague in the morning, to be sentenced
there by his own Council. She hoped they would be more lenient with one
of their own.
"I
wonder if they'll let me see him?" she wondered aloud, her eyes
settling on the nearest tree as though it might provide an answer. A
tree branch shuddered in the wind, restlessly nodding, its leaves
quivering. Taking that as an answer, she floated back toward town like
vapor.
There
was no one in sight until she reached the doorway of the internment
building, and even then it was easy enough to slip past the man as he
leaned inattentively against the brick wall; even with this obvious
crime as evidence that humans were not incapable of treachery, the
people of this community were unused to deception, and knew little of
how to guard against it.
Livia
darted through the hallways, remembering from her own brief
imprisonment here that the dungeon-like cells were on the lower floor,
beneath the benign entry hall and waiting room, the beautifully carved
desk that blocked the entrance to the stairs and which Livia leapt
easily, and the offices of each elder, some of which were still dimly,
warmly lit.
She
slowed her steps as she approached the final corner in the cell
hallways. Once she turned it, she knew she would see someone sitting
vigil at Mason's door, and she did not want to alert him to her presence
until she learned whether he was one of the younger, more sympathetic
ones, or an older, unsentimental hard-nose.
Taking
a deep breath, she leaned out just far enough for her eyes to be past
the edge of the wall, then jerked back. There was no one in the hall.
Offering
a quick prayer of thanks to whatever gods were listening for keeping
the way clear for her, she strode down the hallway, peering into the
small, barred window in each door to find Mason. At last, in the
next-to-last cell, she spotted him, still lying just the way they'd
dropped him face down on the bench, his feet dragging the ground.
She knocked quietly on his door, and when he didn't move, whispered, "Mason!"
He raised his head slightly, his eyes straining to see over his lacerated shoulder; they widened when he recognized Livia.
"Livia? What are you doing here?" he mumbled. He sounded like his mouth was stuffed full of cotton.
"I had to see you, before they sent you away. Can you come up to the window?"
"I
can't, can't really move, Livia. I mean, it's hard." She could see the
admission was hard for him; he wanted to seem always invincible.
"Hold
on," she said, then darted toward the closet at the end of the hall,
where she was sure the keys were kept. She was right; she found the
rusty skeleton numbered to match Mason's door and hurried back with it.
The lock grated open with a corroded screech, and she heaved on the
handle to gain entrance.
Kneeling
next to Mason, she was horrified anew by his injuries. Her hand,
hovering just above his tender skin, passed back and forth over his back
as if she could somehow erase the bloodied lines that way.
"Oh, Mason," she breathed.
"Is
not so bad, Lenny," he said sweetly, if insincerely, gritting his teeth
as he strained his shoulder backward to grab her hand and pull her in
front of his face. "Listen, you've got to get out of here. If they find
you here, they'll think you were trying to help me escape, and you'll be
in more trouble than ever."
"Escape?" Livia repeated, her eyes curious. "Why would you escape? You're just going home, aren't you?"
"Yes, " Mason said, watching her with cautious eyes, wondering how much she knew.
"Well, they'll be nicer to you in Micrague, won't they? I mean, you're one of their own, "
He sighed infinitesimally and forced a smile for her benefit. "Yeah, they'll go easier on me, I'm sure."
Her
eyes flickered between his eyes and his mouth: he was a master of lying
with his eyes, where most people would read an untruth, but she had
noticed the way his lips tightened, showing more gum when he lied, and
she saw now the way his lips drew back from his teeth.
"What?"
she demanded. "What are they going to do to you? What can they possibly
do that would be worse than what they did today?"
He
sighed heavily this time, wincing as an attempted shrug made his back
muscles scream. "They've had this problem before, Livia. A couple of
years ago, a boy who grew dissatisfied with his pair was caught with a
girl a year younger than him, who hadn't been paired yet."
"What happened to him?" she whispered.
"He was, put to death. The girl killed herself a week later."
Livia
gaped in horror, mouth hanging open like the connection of her jaw to
her skull had gone slack. Abruptly, she said, "Can you walk?"
"What?"
"Can
you walk, or do I have to try to carry you? Well, no, not carry. I
don't think I can carry you, but I could probably drag you, if I was
careful. Maybe you could wrap your arms around my neck and;”
"Livia,
stop," Mason said sharply. "Like you said before, there's nowhere for
us to go. We'll get caught again, and this time there'll be no way to
protect you;”
"I don't want to be protected, Mason! I want to get you out of here!"
She
seized his arms and tried to move him, succeeding only in stretching
his wounds and nearly knocking him off of the bench onto his back. His
muscles were too stiff from laying the way he had for hours for him to
help her much. She let out a small cry of frustration, but Mason quickly
shushed her.
"Livia, I hear something." Both of their heads swiveled toward the doorway just in time to see someone appear, framed by it.
The
next-to-youngest elder looked as stunned as they did, his hand going
immediately to his heart as he spotted Livia kneeling there next to
Mason.
"Miss Russing? What do you think you're doing?" he said at length.
"I
have to take him away," she said boldly, ignoring Mason's eyes, that
pleaded with her to hold her silence and not incriminate herself
further. "Do you know that they're going to kill him? What has he done
wrong that deserves that?" She was on the edge of tears; she knew there
was no hope now of Mason escaping his fate. She had almost resolved to
follow the path of the girl who had been in love with the last Micrague
resident who'd stood against the Matching Council.
"I,
I did know that, " the elder said, struggling for words in the face of
Livia's misery. "But he - he's a, lawbreaker! And we, er, that is, the
Council, must follow the, um, law, "
"But
look at us!" Livia begged. "Are we criminals? Do we deserve punishment
and public humiliation? Our only crime was falling in love."
"Ah, yes, but, you see, you fell in love with the, uh, the wrong person."
"The
wrong person? Who was I supposed to fall in love with then?" Livia
persisted. "A ghost? My pair was gone before I even knew him, and Mason
saw me as something more than an object of pity. He saw me, and he fell in love with what he saw. How could that be wrong?"
"I,
I really must ask you to-to leave, Miss Russing, " the elder said,
desperate not to have to report her. He'd always rather liked Livia.
"I'm
not leaving without Mason. I'm afraid he's my other half; where he
goes, I go." She clung protectively to Mason's arm, squeezing her
fingers tight against his skin so that she could not be seen to shake.
Her heart knew that what she said was right, but her head was packed
with the logical arguments against her that came from a lifetime of
listening to the community elders, and that was hard to ignore.
The
elder looked first at her - her face pained, but resolute - and then at
Mason, whose eyes never left Livia, and his heart battled his head in
much the same way. Here was his chance to prove that he was not the
weak-spirited, soft-hearted one, that he could stand for justice and law
just as surely as any of the other elders, that he could look
impartially at any situation and choose the wisest course. But here was
also his chance to see in action real, honest to gods true love, and to
protect it rather than stamp it out. Several long minutes passed without
anyone moving, and then the elder spoke.
"He
won't want to wear a shirt right now, but you should take one just the
same, and a cloak, so that you don't freeze to death. There are bandages
and such in that cabinet where you must have found the key, so that you
don't have to break into the infirmary."
And
then he left, returning to the cup of tea and paperwork that had held
his attention in his office upstairs until the sounds of voices below
had alerted him to Livia's presence in Mason's cell. At this hour, he
was alone in the building; in the morning, when someone came to relieve
him, he would be conveniently asleep, close enough to the cell that he
could have been keeping watch, but far enough away that the young lovers
could have snuck out without alerting him.
It
was a miracle that they made it out of town at all, with Mason so
incapacitated and Livia's strength hardly adequate for carrying a young
man his size, but somehow, leaning heavily on each other, they made it
into the woods.
For
a long time, they heard only their own heavy breathing as they fought
their way through the undergrowth, moving always away from the
community, but then, just when it seemed they might have gotten clear, a
voice said clearly, smugly, "I knew it."
Livia's
head shot up immediately, with Mason's following more slowly on his
unsteady neck, and their eyes both settled on the form of Salvia just in
front of them, standing with her arms folded across her chest against
the cold. The mist of rain - all that was left of the earlier storm -
frosted her hair with shimmering droplets.
"I knew you would try to run. I knew it," Salvia repeated, anger licking like flames at her words.
"What else would you have us do?" Livia demanded.
"Stay here, of course! Well, not you," she said to Livia. "I wouldn't mind if you ran off into the forest, but Mason is mine. Now that he's been thoroughly chastened, he should be returned to me."
"Salvia," Mason said wearily, "you would not have me either way. If I do not escape now, they will send me to Micrague."
"Fine, I'll go with you. We should be getting married soon anyway."
"They
are not sending me there to get married, Salvia. They're sending me
there to be sentenced - and if Micrague tradition is to be upheld, I'll
be killed."
Salvia's eyes widened; this must be news to her. "Killed?"
"Yes,
killed," Mason said, his voice still heavy with exhaustion. He spoke
matter-of-factly, not begging her, but not antagonizing her either, as
Livia clearly was. "If it's dead you want me to be - and I suppose I'd
understand that, considering what I've put you through - then announce
our presences here to the elders. By all means, sound the alarm, let
them know we've escaped. I'll be dead by this time tomorrow."
Salvia just stared at him, aghast.
"I, never wanted you dead, " she said at last. "I just wanted them to stop you, "
"Whatever your intentions, Sal, they will have
me executed. They can't afford this kind of infraction against their
authority. " He could see her resolve faltering, could see the wheels
turning in her head, and he took a couple of painful steps forward,
desperate to take advantage of her momentary weakness. "Think about it,
Salvia: wouldn't it be amazing to be able to choose who you want to love? To entrust your heart to someone that you know wants it just as bad as you want to give it?"
She looked torn, confused; her eyes were shiny with impending tears. "But that's not right, "
"Salvia," he said seriously, setting his hands on either side of her face, "there is nothing in this world that could be more right."
She shook her head, breaking away from his hands. "No, no, you broke our match, you broke everything."
"I'm
sorry, Salvia. I'm so, so sorry that I hurt you. But you've got to know
that we were never right for each other. You could see that, couldn't
you? Please, Salvia, please understand that I would never have hurt you
if I could have helped it, but my heart was making the decisions for me.
I had to follow love."
Salvia's eyes blazed toward Livia and then dropped to the diamond droplet-studded grass. "Why her?"
"I can't explain," Mason said, shrugging. "There's no explanation for love."
There were distant male voices in the trees now, coming closer. Mason's eyes bored into Salvia's, begging her to understand.
"Do you want me to die?" he asked quietly.
Eyes
finally overflowing, Salvia shook her head. "No," she said miserably.
When she met his eyes, they were hurt, accusing, but also relenting. "I
won't say anything to them."
Mason kissed her on the forehead. "Thank you, thank you," he whispered.
As
the voices floated ever closer, Livia gripped Mason again wherever she
could tightly hold him without further injuring him, and they stumbled
into the darkness. Before they left, though, Mason whispered to Salvia,
"Find someone you truly love."
Watching his retreating back, she said, too quietly for him to hear, "I already did."
"That
was so, so close to being the end of us both," Livia said, her voice
breaking with relief. "Gods, I wish none of this had ever happened."
"I don't," Mason said. "I'm glad that Salvia and that elder both found us. Because of them, it was all worth it, even the punishment."
Livia was stunned enough to come to a complete halt. "How do you figure?"
"Now
we know that there are at least two people in this world besides us
that believe in love. Maybe there's hope after all. Maybe someday,
people will be allowed to choose whoever they want to love. It'll be
messy, and hearts will be broken, but in the end, when it does last, when you get to the end of your road hand-in-hand and turn around to look back at your life, you'll know that it was real love."
And
with those words echoing prophetically through the trees, Mason and
Livia began again to slink through the trees, stumbling one step at a
time toward their messy, beautiful, imperfect forever.
Based on a post by SmallTownPrincess, in 2 parts, for Literotica.
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June 19, 2025 Matching Day: Part 1

Matching Day: Part 1To love risks more than just her heart.
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Girls spend their entire lives looking forward to the fateful Matching Day - and whether or not they will admit it, boys, too, have at least a healthy curiosity. It's so reassuring, knowing that in your eighteenth year, you and your age-mates will be paired off, brought together with another from their own community or a surrounding one that match them perfectly. No song-and-dance dating rituals, like the ones in the books Livia liked to read, no old maids, no riotous bachelors; just simple, comforting compatibility.
"Have you heard?" The hushed, conspiratorial tones issued from the pink-lacquered lips of Livia's best friend, Mara.
"What?" Livia's low-pitched voice always made her sound disinterested, but she paid close attention to Mara when her friend sounded this urgent.
"There was a big accident over in Micrague. One guy died!"
"Oh, that's terrible," Livia murmured, letting her eyelashes drop and rise again to half-mast in a brief show of empathy. It was all she had time for, as Mara leaned suddenly, ever more urgently forward, gripping Livia's arm in both hands.
"That's not the worst thing," she rolled on. "The guy who was killed? He just turned eighteen. That makes the numbers for tomorrow's Matching uneven!"
Two full breaths, painful to the impatient Mara, passed before Livia spoke in response. "So, what, someone won't be paired? A girl will be left without her match?"
"Whoever matched with him will have no pair on Matching Day," Mara proclaimed ominously. Her eyes were wide and glittering with morbid excitement.
"What do they do about that?" It was unheard of, as far as Livia knew; there were always even numbers, always a perfect match for everyone.
Mara gave an exaggerated shrug. "Maybe she'll never be matched."
Livia was surprised into laughter. "They can't leave her without a match forever," she said with certainty. "Maybe they'll search out another community for someone that fits even better than that poor boy who died."
Her reassuring confidence sent Mara, humming, away to terrify someone else with proclamations of an eternity alone for some poor girl. The thought nagged at Livia for the rest of the afternoon, though. What if he was matched with me?
"Verin Massada," the stern voice called from the central platform, and a stick-thin brunette drifted toward the three steps that lifted her above the circle of impatient teenagers.
"Philip Pressia." The broad-shouldered redhead that stepped up to take Verin's hand smirked and bowed at the polite smattering of applause that ushered the happy new couple off the stage. Livia smiled approvingly; Verin needed a little more humor in her life.
Livia watched each girl she'd grown up with walk back into the circle, shyly clutching the hand of her new mate, and twisted her skirt nervously in her fingers. It seemed forever before the 'R's were called, and the wad of boys brought in from all the different communities steadily shrank. She met the clear grey eyes of one of the remaining boys as Clanley Ritchell was met by a generic-looking, dark-haired boy, and she thought fleetingly, I hope I'm matched with him. He seemed to be thinking the same thing; his face fell a little when he was called up to greet a willowy blond on the dais.
"Danica Soress," the voice demanded, and Livia stood a little straighter with a sharp intake of breath. Had she been skipped?
All the vague, incoherent fears that had accompanied Mara's morbid pronouncement coursed through Livia, charged with shame as some girls recognized the omission and turned to look at her with expressions of varying pity. Livia felt on the edge of tears.
She saw the blond - that wretched Salvia - pull the grey-eyed boy down to whisper cruelly in his ear and point in Livia's direction, and she contemplated melting into the dirt.
With the blood roaring loudly in her ears, she heard no other names called, and stared fixedly at a nondescript blade of grass in front of her to avoid the glances that were flickering toward her. How can this be? she thought frantically. How can I not have a match?
"Livia, what's going on?" Mara's face held ghoulish curiosity with only an edge of concern for her friend, and Livia couldn't deal with her. She turned without a word and marched to the fountain a good distance away from the platform. People were breaking off now, finding secluded spots to get to know this person with whom they'd be partnered forever. Livia, wrapping her arms tightly around her gut, had never felt so alone.
How could she have lost a lifetime of companionship without ever tasting it? It was too, too cruel. What right did that boy have to take away everything in one fell swoop? How could he die? She wanted to shake her fist at the heavens, demand an explanation, but she just trailed her fingers through the rippling water in the fountain basin, swallowing hard against the wave of emotions that threatened to show itself grotesquely in her features.
"His name was Bracken, if that helps," said a voice behind her, and she jumped, throwing water onto her dress. She turned to see that grey-eyed boy approaching, and she prepared herself for the humiliation she was sure to experience at his hands; he had, after all, been matched like everyone else, and she was alone - possibly forever.
He did not mock her, though; his eyes held the soft, cautious understanding of someone who pitied another, but was not sure whether that person desired sympathy or not. When she said nothing, he shrugged self-consciously. "Sorry, I realize you might not have wanted to know. I just, he was my best friend. I thought if you did want to know about him, I'd at least let you know who you could ask."
A flood of gratitude made it temporarily impossible for her to speak, and then she forced a smile. "I think I'd like to know," she said hesitantly. She wasn't sure; would it be better to know nothing about what she'd never have, or to at least have pleasant thoughts about what could've been? "Can I ask you something now?"
"Absolutely."
"Would I have liked him?"
The boy nodded. "I think so. He was quiet at first, it took a while to get to know him. But once you did, there was no one you trusted more." He added, with the hesitation of an afterthought but the seriousness of something he'd intended to say all along, "Seeing you here, there's no doubt that he would have liked you."
He gave Livia one last smile and lay his hand over hers for a moment, ignoring the water droplets that sat on it like dew. For a warm second, she felt a rush of what it might have been like to have someone get to know her intimately over a lifetime, to love and understand her and for her to love back, and then the grey-eyed boy was walking with wide strides back to Salvia, and nothing but a hollow sadness remained beneath her breastbone.
Livia hated them. All of them.
The girls with their softly rolling curls, teased and coached for hours in order to look casually delicate when the boys, their shirts tucked in and their shoes shined, arrived at their doorsteps carrying one or two or twenty flowers in one hand and a shining invitation in the other. They walked with springing steps the short distance to the gathering hall in the center of town, hand in hand or arm in arm, and Livia wanted to throw rocks at the whole lot of them.
She had been invited, sort of, to join in on the festivities. The community officials, not sure what to do with the first single person over eighteen in a century, had hesitantly allowed for her participation in all the new couples' activities; so far, she had partaken in none of them.
Desperately, she wanted to be a part of the revelry, but she could not force herself to walk into the rooms full of happy girls and their happy boys, and have nothing herself. Her mother, unable to comfort her, had begged her to go to the dance. It was the last night before all the boys would be returning to their own communities, taking their matches with them. It was the last night she would seek Mara, who had paired with a boy from Onek.
And she'd tried: she'd gotten dressed, piled her hair up on top of her head and pulled her elbow-length gloves on, but nothing could motivate her to step outside her house as streams of giggling lovebirds trickled by on the way to the hall.
"Go, Livia," her mother said, coming up behind her with a basket of laundry on her hip. "You should at least go long enough to say goodbye to Mara."
"I can't, Mama. Think of how they'll look at me!"
Her mother bent Livia's head down to kiss her on the forehead. "It's not your fault, Neinei, and they know that. They feel bad for you. They all want to see you. The world didn't end when that poor boy died."
"Bracken," Livia said defiantly. Her mother had refused to say his name, insisting that it was better for Livia to know nothing about what she had lost.
Patting her daughter's shoulder, she adjusted her basket and turned to leave. "Go."
Livia had retreated around the side of the gathering hall, standing just outside the golden pool of light that poured like honey from the windows. Sobs caught in her throat and were choked down, unvoiced, as she watched Mara and Verin and Danica and dozens of others receive chaste pecks from shy boys as they spun by in their brightly-colored dresses, waving fluted, bubbling glasses and laughing with abandon.
And there, the grey-eyed boy, Bracken's best friend, was seated quietly with his hands folded in his lap, listening politely to an enthusiastic rendition of some trivial event or another by Salvia. It was always easy to tell when she was excited about something, as her arms pinwheeled and hands fluttered with no thought to how the gestures went along with the story.
He glanced up, and his eyes met, for a moment, Livia's. He looked surprised to see her there, and then a bit sad, and then his gaze drifted back to Salvia, who had grabbed his knee in her earnestness.
This infinitesimal rejection, the refusal to even meet her eyes for more than a moment, pushed Livia over the edge. Tears, burning like acid, washed over her face, and she stumbled away from the window, crying with pitiful lack of restraint.
She staggered into the sparse forest, the trees providing scattered shelter from curious eyes, if any should choose to drift away from the golden party, and the darkness of the night fit her mood, a strangely soothing thought.
"Are you alright?" For the second time, the grey-eyed boy's voice jolted her out of her own misery. She would not face him; not now, when her eyes were puffy and irritated, her nose red and her face streaked with dirty tear tracks. He would see her and compare her to Salvia, and she would fall short; she could not handle right now seeing him weigh her that way and find her lacking.
His hand on her back was another surprise, and then both his hands weighing down on her shoulders as he stepped closer behind her. "Hey," he said gently. "Everything will turn out fine. Maybe, maybe you'll find someone better than Bracken could have been for you."
She forgot her resolution not to face him then, turning toward him with her eyes narrowed to angry slits. "How could I, when everyone is paired already? Besides, I had my chance - he just managed to get himself killed before I could even meet him!" The words came out much harsher than she intended, and the young man in front of her actually took a step back from her ferocity, hunching like she'd landed a blow to his gut. "I'm sorry," she said immediately, automatically. "I shouldn't have said that. He was your friend, "
"It's alright," he said, giving her a ghost of a smile and waving his hand with a nonchalance that didn't show in his eyes. He had that gentle look of quiet appreciation of life that came to some people who lost loved ones, but knew that lost friend would be offended if they did not continue to smile. "I know it's probably really hard on you, seeing everyone so, happy." He trailed off, not looking happy in the least.
"Speaking of happy people, shouldn't you be in there with Salvia?"
His face took on the contemplative expression of someone deciding how to phrase something delicately. "Salvia, she's not quite what I expected to find, on my Matching Day. She's, "
"Lively?" Livia suggested. "Brazen? Exuberant?"
obnoxious," the grey-eyed boy said decisively. "I don't like her at all."
Livia smirked. "Well, you have to like her. She's your match. You love her."
He shook his head. "No," he said quietly. "I don't."
"But she's your perfect match," Livia insisted.
"But what if she's not?"
Livia heard her heart beat twice before she asked, "What?"
"What if Salvia is not the perfect girl for me? What if the girl that I would love more than anyone else in the world couldn't be matched with me because, there was someone else our age who she would like a little bit better?"
"That doesn't even make sense," Livia said, shaking her head. "The matches have always been perfect: even numbers, complete compatibility;”
"But this time they messed up, right? I mean, you should know. You're the person who's affected more than anyone else."
"Well, yes, but;”
"So why isn't it possible that they aren't right on everything else? What if they didn't match this girl with me because she would love this other guy more?"
"Well, so, maybe they did. But if you would love her so much, surely you would want to see her happy, with the man she was meant to be with, right?"
"Yes," he said, very seriously. "I would want to see her happy."
"Then you should leave her in peace with the person she was matched with, and focus on learning to love the girl you were paired with."
The interminable silence stretched between them as the grey-eyed boy stared down at the leafy ground and Livia watched the way his hair blew across his forehead in the breeze. At last he said, "What if she wasn't matched with anyone?"
Livia's heart sped up, beating double time as she realized what he'd been saying all along, what she'd been too dim to put together until he'd spelled it out. "But you are matched," she said numbly. "Salvia has you."
He leaned dangerously far forward, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered into it, "I don't want Salvia."
Livia shrank back, confused. These were dangerous words he uttered, dangerous thoughts. People were matched with the people they were meant to be with. How could there be any other way? They couldn't be wrong; there'd been no divorce, no infidelity, no broken hearts in the decades people had been paired this way. Surely it was the right way. It had to be.
"I don't even know your name," Livia said resolutely, as though that settled the matter and proved him wrong. She pushed against his chest to force him back, feeling the blazing heat of his heart under her palm.
"It's Mason," he said quietly, and his words had the sound of discussion-ending power to them too. Livia was conscious of the fact that she had not moved her hand from his chest; her fingers curled slightly, enjoying the silky feeling of his shirt over his skin, and the warmth that radiated from his flesh.
"Go back to Salvia, Mason," she whispered. She realized she was shaking from head to toe, and not from cold. Here was everything she had ever wanted, everything she had imagined when she thought of her Matching Day, but he was not hers. "Please, go back to the party."
With a sigh, Mason touched her cheek briefly, the lightest of butterfly wing contacts, and then he turned and vanished into the night, not toward the party, but deeper into the forest. Livia stood for a long time without moving, her mind racing and her heart pounding like a runner's feet, and then she walked, slowly, directly away from Mason.
"You didn't come to the party last night," Mara said, breaking the silence that stood like frosted glass between her and Livia.
"No." Livia had gotten no sleep the night before; lying in bed, replaying continually the frightening moments with Mason, her heart had never slowed.
"Well, I just wanted to say goodbye, " Mara twisted her hands for a moment before wrapping Livia up in a warm and desperate hug. "I'm sorry, Lenny. I'm going to miss you so much."
The tension between them melted, and Livia returned the hug tightly, sighing. "It's hard to believe I'll never see any of you again - all the girls I've known all my life! Except for Maize and Crista, they're the only ones who matched with boys from here, right? And I don't really even know them."
"Well, you'll see Salvia too, for a little while."
Breathe in. Breathe out. "Why's that?"
"Oh, that fellow she paired with - Mason, isn't it? - his parents have some sort of huge wedding ceremony planned, and they've got a house mostly built for the two of them. They told him to stay here a while, get to know his partner's family for a bit, let her spend some more time with them, and then head back once the house and all the plans were done."
Wedding were an extravagance, a luxury that most people went without, especially if they didn't have the means to make it a massive event. The fact that Mason's family was going to such lengths meant they must be well off indeed.
"So Mason, and Salvia, will be around for a while?"
"Yeah, at least a month, I'd say."
A buzzing numbness in her extremities made it difficult for Livia to respond. She had thought Mason would be gone today, that she'd never have to see him and Salvia together again. But they would be here for a month,
"Speak of the devil," Mara said cheerfully, skipping over to greet Salvia as she pranced up the path with Mason's hand gripped in her own vice-like claw. The dark circles under his eyes said that he, too, had had a night with little sleep.
"Good morning, Mara, Livia," he said politely, giving each of them a little nod. His eyes lingered on Livia, though, and she found herself blushing and rushing to hug Mara goodbye again and begging for many letters describing life in Onek in great detail.
But then Mara left, and Salvia, Mason and Livia were left standing in an awkwardly isosceles triangle. "So, " Livia said at length, rocking back and forth in her slippers. "How was the party last night?"
Salvia's face split into a smug smile, and her eyes flickered over Mason possessively. "It was great fun, of course. Although I preferred what happened afterward." Her voice held a torte of suggestive layers, and Livia felt a little sick as she pictured Mason cornering a coy Salvia, taking out his frustration at Livia's denial in an aggressive, passionate,
"For heaven's sake, Sal," Mason said, sounding irritated, "I wish you would stop talking like that. You know nothing happened after the dance. All I did was walk you home!"
Salvia flushed brilliant crimson, her smile sliding off as if greased. "Mason!" she hissed, but he rolled on, unperturbed.
"And what are you trying to prove to Livia, anyway? It's not like you can have some sick competition going with her, like you do with Danica and that twit she paired."
Livia thought, for a moment, that Salvia was going to slap him, but instead she stormed away, her face schooling itself into a grin again as she spotted Verin coming up the way with her redheaded match, who was carrying a good chunk of her possessions on his back.
"If she tells one more person what a great time she had 'after the party,' I swear, " Mason muttered, just loud enough for Livia to hear. She suppressed a giggle; it wasn't that she wished ill on Salvia, really, but it was nice to see the girl taken down a peg or two, especially by Mason.
"Have you thought at all about what I said last night?" Mason asked quietly.
Livia tried to look less haggard as she answered, "We settled it, didn't we? You belong to Salvia."
Mason grunted, looking insufferably unhappy. "I'm meant to be with you, I think," he said abruptly.
"How could you possibly know? How could anyone possibly know they were meant for someone without knowing anything about them?"
"Ha!" Mason said triumphantly. "That's what everyone's doing anyway, isn't it? Aren't they all just assuming that they're meant to be together without knowing anything about each other, just because the community leaders say they are?"
"Mason, stop," Livia said firmly, shaking her head. "Don't you realize that this is what our society is built on? I think you're just being lazy, not even trying to get to know Salvia."
"Have you met her?" Mason's strained question revealed his frustration. "She's, she's awful! She parades me around like a - gods, like a show dog - and constantly makes these ridiculously shady comments about our 'evening activities,' as she likes to call them , the girl's determined to get me decapitated by her war axe of a father!"
"You know, it's not unheard of for matches to, "
Mason's scowl made her trail off. "Don't even suggest it. We are going to have an actual wedding, after all," he said sulkily. "You'd think she could at least wait that long."
Livia giggled at the absurdity of it. "You are concerned about her impatience for;”
She's got a running bet with several other girls about how quickly she can tempt me! They're all competing, like it's some sort of game or something. Well, she's figured out by now that I'm more tempted to run like hell back to Micrague than, " He didn't need to finish the sentence.
"Then why haven't you?" Livia asked quietly.
"Because there is a girl here in Treston that does tempt me," he said, sliding a little closer to her without appearing to move at all. Livia's eyes darted back toward Salvia, but the girl was obliviously half-shouting in her eagerness to say goodbye to all the girls who would be leaving.
"Mason, "
"Meet me tonight, Livia."
"What?!"
"Please, Livia."
"I can't!"
"Why not?"
"It's just, it's not done! It's not right."
"It's also not right to leave a dazzlingly beautiful, possibly perfect girl alone for life, but they've done that, haven't they?"
"Mason!" Salvia's brutally nasal voice broke into the steadily intensifying argument with the delicacy of a hammer, and she swooped in between Mason and Livia with calculated accuracy. "Come on, we've got brunch with Tevia and Bryce this morning before they leave, or don't you remember? Goodbye, Livia."
As he was steered away, Mason shot one last pleading look at Livia, who shook her head slightly. She could not meet him, not tonight, not ever. He was not hers; she told herself that repeatedly, never letting the words slip from her mind. If she did, even for a minute, and she allowed herself to believe that he could fill the void that Bracken had left, she would find herself drawn to him, wherever he was. She hoped the repetition of that thought would be enough.
"Gimme nuther un, Sally," Livia slurred, grabbing the glass away from Salvia, who was chatting with the other girls who had not left that morning and trying to pretend that Livia was not there.
"Get your own!" Salvia objected, jerking the glass back hard enough to slosh it on her dress. She and the other girls laughed uproariously, as though this was the best joke in the world.
Livia was not as drunk as they all believed she was, but she made a good show of it; she had found that, when people believed she was totally inebriated, they tended to speak as though she was not there. She could sit apart from the group and observe the social undercurrents beneath the surface of this small fireside gathering.
The boys were seated largely separate from the girls, who whispered theatrically everything they did not shout, and who screamed with laughter at every other word or so. Livia watched the way Maize's blond boy hovered just behind her, talking to the guys but turned a little to the side so that he would immediately know if she needed anything; he was already besotted. The other boys kept a watchful eye over the group of girls, but seemed more intimidated by the giggling gaggle than enamored of them.
Mason sat at the back of the group of guys, shrouded in flickering shadows, as far from Salvia as he could get. He had been nursing the same drink since the party had begun, and had drunk maybe two sips, as far as Livia knew, so he was certainly the least impaired of all of them.
She stood and pretended to stagger, actually tripping in the process; she would have tumbled headlong into the fire had it not been for a fortuitous snag of her wrist by Maize's blond.
"Thanks," she mumbled. She poured herself another tall glass of whatever Crista had brought and threw back a burning mouthful of it.
"Hey, leave some for the rest of us, Lenaninny," Salvia drawled, smirking. "That's for celebration; don't take it all up with your pity party."
"Shut it, Salvia," Livia muttered, taking another drink.
"I've got as much right to talk as you do! Maybe more, since I can actually contribute to society. What can you do? Matchless, childless, hell, maybe they'll give you a pet so you don't suicide."
"That's enough," Livia said with a little more heat, her generally slow anger bubbling up hotly in response to the burn of Salvia's words.
"Tell us, what's it like to be without a match?" Salvia continued cruelly. "To know that you'll be totally alone for all eternity?"
"Probably about what it feels like to know you'll be ugly and obnoxious for all eternity," Livia replied nastily, her anger peaking.
"That's pretty funny, coming from someone so unattractive that a guy actually killed himself so that he wouldn't have to be paired with her," Salvia retorted, sloshing her drink over both of the other girls with the intensity of her gestures.
"And you think Mason is so thrilled to be your match?" Livia cried. "He'd rather;”
Hey! Calm down, both of you." Mason stepped between the two of them, hands raised in case the argument came to physical blows, which it might have, if Livia had finished her sentence. "Why the hostility all of the sudden?"
"She started it," Salvia said poutily, and Mason shook his head.
"No, she didn't. Regardless, I'm finishing it. Somebody should take Livia home."
"Let her take herself home," Salvia hissed. "Maybe we'll get lucky and she'll impale herself on a tree branch or something."
"Salvia, come on, break up the party. I'll walk you home," Mason said patiently.
"No!" she whined. "I'm having fun. You just sit back down and have yourself another drink. You're clearly not having a good enough time."
Stone-faced, Mason watched her flounce back to the fireside, flanked by Maize and Crista, and then he turned to Livia. "You want to go home?" he asked brusquely. She nodded, consenting to being led along the tree line back toward her house. How he knew where she lived, she had no idea.
When they were out of sight of the fire, Mason took her hand, and she responded with a faint smile, letting his warm fingers be a talisman against the cold night. "Livia, " he began, but he seemed to rethink speaking as they took a few more steps side by side.
"What?" she asked, and it was a long time before he answered with a question of his own.
"What is it that you don't like about me?"
"What?" she repeated.
"Why don't you like the idea of being with me?"
"Who said I don't?"
"Well, you say you can't possibly be with me because I'm Salvia's match, but it can't just be Salvia, can it? I mean, it's not like the two of you are the greatest friends, based on that show back there."
"You're, not mine," she said, repeating that mantra that had run like a hamster in a wheel through her mind all day long.
"But I want to be."
Livia shook her head slowly, deliberately. She didn't even realize she had stopped in the middle of the forest, still clinging to his hand like a drowning person to a floating bit of flotsam. "You can't. They won't let you."
"Who won't let me? Who's to say that I can't love any woman I want? Who on this earth has the right to tell me I can't be with you?"
"Well, they do," Livia replied vaguely, trying to concentrate on his words as he spoke too fast.
Mason shook his head in fierce denial of the indistinct statement. "No. The only person who has the right to govern who I fall for is me, and I pick you."
"Gods, Mason, do you even know what you're saying?"
"I know what I want, and I know what I don't want. I don't care about society's norms or whatever it is that makes you so scared."
"I'm not scared."
"Then what are you?"
"I respect the system."
"The system has destroyed your life, Livia."
"What's better, then? Chaos?"
"What's better is being able to choose. I would never, never have chosen Salvia. In a thousand lifetimes. But you?"
"Why me, Mason?"
"Because you're different! You're not just beautiful and sweet and quiet; you watch people, you notice things. You see the world a little differently than everyone else. You're above the pettiness of girls like Salvia."
"Obviously not, I just let her get to me."
"Yeah, well, you're drunk."
"I'm not drunk!"
"Gods, Livia, of course you are. I saw you staggering around back there."
"I am not," she maintained. Truly, she was barely buzzed, but Mason didn't seem to believe her. She wondered if he would try to take advantage of her apparently inebriated state, and decided he would not.
"Would you be angry if I kissed you?" Or perhaps he would.
"Would you kiss me if I didn't want you to?" she countered.
"Do you really not want me to?"
"You're Salvia's," Livia said stubbornly, running those words through her mind again: He's not yours.
"Livia, for once, could you think with your heart and not with your head? What do you want?"
"Mason, "
"What do you want?" he insisted.
She stared at him for a moment before sighing in defeat. "You," she muttered.
His smile was triumphant. "Then I'm yours."
"Salvia will never let you go that easily."
"What Salvia doesn't know can't hurt her."
"Mason, no! People would find out. Salvia would find out, and I don't know what the consequences would be for breaking a match, but I'm sure it wouldn't be pretty."
"Then we'll get out of here! Come on, we'll leave tonight. Let's go somewhere where they've never heard of Matching Days. We'll find a place where people pick their own people to love and we'll settle there."
"I can't leave, Mason. This is my home! And besides, do you even know if such a place exists? We could run through the wilderness for the rest of our lives and never find anything like that. We could die looking for it."
"Then we'll stay," Mason said with a sigh. He studied Livia seriously for several long minutes, his face serious. With a quick dart forward, he pressed his warm lips against hers, surprising her into a gasp with the suddenness of the contact. When she didn't immediately push him away, he stepped closer, running his hands down her arms from shoulder to wrist.
She shivered and pulled back, her eyes wide. I can't kiss him, she thought frantically. It goes against everything, he's not mine, he's not mine, he's not,
His leaned forward again, catching her lips with his, and her train of thought was completely derailed. She was startled to find her own arms wrapping around his neck, drawing her closer to his warm body. His hands found her waist and lifted her so that she was standing tiptoe on his feet, putting her mouth level with his.
It was him that broke away the second time, with a rueful grin. "Ah, " he groaned. "You're drunk, "
She shook her head. "I'm not, I promise."
He eyed her doubtfully. "Regardless, I should take you home," he sighed. "Salvia's probably wondering where I've wandered off to."
"You're going back to her?" It shouldn't have bother Livia, but after that kiss, the boundary lines had shifted, somehow; she felt she should have sole ownership of those lips.
"For a while," he said, his smile seeming to suggest that he understood her thoughts. "Will you meet me tomorrow night? Here?"
Livia contemplated it for two fractions of a second, and then her heart spoke for her. "Yes." She felt like that one kiss had been a crucial moment, setting her feet on a path from which she could not stray. She had to meet him; fate demanded it.
He walked her briskly to her back door and kissed her sweetly on the forehead in farewell before turning to jog back to the fireside gathering.
"Wait, Mason?" Livia called when he was almost out of hearing range. He turned and cocked his head to the side questioningly. "Don't kiss her like that, okay?"
His face split into a pleasant grin. "Only you," he assured her, and then he melted into the darkness like the dream he was.
One more step, Livia told herself, Just one more step. He'll be on the other side of those trees. No one followed you, Livia. No one knows you're meeting him. You can't be caught. Just take one more step,
She took a step, and then another, forcing herself across the strip of scant foliage and sliding as quickly as she could back into the blessed anonymity of denser trees. Her heart, once speeding like a runner's, was now making sick, wet thumps in her chest; she was afraid she might be having a heart attack. Fear made every limb shake uncontrollably, and each breath quiver in her chest. Gods, I should not have come, she thought frantically.
And then she saw him. He was looking up at the stars, his grey eyes luminous with their light, his hands shoved in his pockets as he took one deep, calm breath after another. Why wasn't he as nervous as she was?
She shifted, and a twig snapped, bringing Mason's eyes down to earth. Perhaps he had been nervous after all, because when he picked out her face among the leaves, he let out a momentary sigh, his mouth sliding into a smile of relief.
"You came," he breathed, extending a hand toward her, beckoning for her to come out of the trees. Livia nodded, glancing in every direction at once as she slipped out of hiding cautiously. "I was afraid you wouldn't." He took her hand when she was close enough. "Are you alright?"
She was panting with the effort not to run. What if someone came upon them? What if they were discovered, here, together? It had been bad enough when she thought she might be caught sneaking out of her window in the middle of the night, dressed like it was daytime, or skulking through the woods on her own; if they saw her with Sylvia's match, !
"Hey," he said gently, kissing her softly on the forehead. "It's alright, I promise. No one will find us. No one will ever know anything about this."
"How can you know that?"
"Whatever happens, Livia, I promise you'll be safe. I won't let anything happen to you." She wanted to laugh at the words, at the hollow promise that he could not hope to keep, but he enfolded her in warm, unyieldingly strong arms, and she felt safer than she had all night.
He tried to comfort her, kissing her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks, but she still stood stiffly in his arms, trembling all over.
"Here, come here," Mason murmured, sitting down on the leafy ground and pulling her down next to him. He tucked her against his side, wrapping an arm around her waist and shifting his shoulder so that she could comfortably lay her head on it, if she chose to; she did.
"Why did you ask me to meet you here, Mason?" she whispered.
"I've told you, I think we're meant to be together. And I wanted to be able to talk to you without, you know, the entire community looking sideways at us. Or Salvia's interruptions."
"So you just wanted to talk?" Livia's mind flickered back to that fate-altering kiss the night before, the experience that had made her jittery all day, wondering what another nightfall would bring.
Mason laughed quietly. "As reluctant as you were to meet me here at all, I figured I wouldn't push my luck," he said, flicking a mischievous grin down at her.
"A kiss might not be totally out of the question," Livia said after a pause.
"Your wish is my command."
To be continued in part 2. Based on a post by SmallTownPrincess, in 2 parts, for Literotica.

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