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This is an erotic story set during the American Civil
War.  Except for references to Union Generals Hooker
and Hancock, any resemblance of the persons and
accounts of this story with actual people is purely
coincidental. I especially do not want to hear whether
the 104th Connecticut Infantry did or did not exist.

This story is soully for the private enjoyememt of our
audience.  Any distribution of the accounts and
descriptions of this story without the express
permission of the commissioner is prohibited.  No
animals were harmed in writing this story.

Constructive criticism are welcome.  Flames are not.

Enjoy

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Julie  Cavenough confronted the soldier at the door.
	`I think you want The Farm down the street."   She
said.
	"I went there.  It  smelled so bad and there was too
many people drunk.  They sent me here."	The soldier
seemed out of place in the elegant sitting room.
	"We're more expensive here, but our girls are worth
it."
	"How much?"
	"Ten dollars, plus some extra for the girl if you
like her."
	Julie expected him to turn away, but instead he
pulled a roll of  dollars from his pocket and counted
out ten.
	"Welcome to Cavenough's Castle.  Wait here," Julie
said.
	She returned with two women.  Both wore simple
petticoats.  
	"This is Lucy and this is Amy.  Take your pick."
	Both girls looked at the soldier with interest.  It
had been a slow night,  and they could use an extra
customer.  They stuck out their chests to accentuate
their breasts.  The soldier chose Amy,  the shorter of
the two, because he thought she had a pleasant face.
	As she lead him to the room  Amy asked, "Where you
from, soldier?"
	"New Jersey."
	"Is this your first time in Washington?"
	"It's my first time out of  New Jersey."
	"What's your name?"
	"Private Tom Schmidt."
	When they got to the room,  Tom stood there in the
middle, waiting.   The room had a single large bed, a
wash stand, and a small dresser, lit by a single oil
lamp.  
	"Don't just stand there,  Tom.   I can do more for
you if take off your uniform."
	Tom slowly undid the buttons on his shirt.
	"This you first time with a woman, isn't it?"  Amy
asked.
	"Yes'm."  Tom answered quietly.
	"Well, don't worry.  Everything will be fine.  Trust
me."  Amy said, sweetly.
	Tom had removed his shirt and slacks, and stood there
in his long underwear.  Amy guided him over to the
bed.  She sat next to him to rub his prick.  She felt
it enlarge under her touch.  
	"Does that feel good?"  she asked.
	"Yes'm."  Tom said,  with a rising tension in his
voice.
	"Let's have a look at it."  Amy said, unbuttoning his
fly and extracting his prick.  Tom thought it was bad
to let a woman touch him, but he wanted her to do so,
anyway.  He came to the brothel because he resented
his mess mates teasing him for being a virgin.  They
had all gone to The Farm for drinking and sex.  He
wanted to be initiated into the brotherhood of real
men before he went into battle with the Rebels. 
	"It's nice.  We'll have a great time."  Amy said.  
	She stood up to remove her petticoat.   Tom's mouth
dropped at the vision of  feminine beauty.  He
involuntarily reached for his penis, as Amy pranced
around the room.   She came up to him and said, "Now,
give those titties a kiss."
	Tom placed a hand tentatively on her left breast. 
She grabbed his hand an pressed it to her tits,  and
stood with her breasts at his eye level.  He gently
kissed her right breast while continuing to fondle the
left.  Amy grabbed his head and pulled it to her.  
She guided him to where she wanted to be touched.  
	"Lie down"  Amy instructed gently. 
	She turned down the lamp and then went over to him. 
She finished unbuttoning his underwear and removed it
from his body.   She then lay down next to him.  
	"Touch me here."  she said,  placing his hand between
her legs.
	He did so, but he wasn't sure what to do.
	"Touch me like this."  Amy instructed.  She wondered
if she would get lucky this time and have him bring
her off.   She moved his hand around her sex.  		
	"Is this where I put my thing?"  Tom asked.
	"Yes."  Amy said, sighing.
	"I want to do it now."  
	"Do it."
	Amy opened her legs wide as Tom moved on top of her. 
 He clumsily tried to put his penis in her slit.   Amy
reached  down to guide him.  Then he was securely
inside.
	Tom had never felt anything like it.  It felt like he
was enveloped inside a warm blanket.  
The more he pushed the blanket, the better it felt. 
He started to thrust about wildly, searching for
greater pleasure.  He was breathing hard and getting
tense.  Then in a series of grunts, his exertions were
rewarded by an exquisite feeling.  He sent multiple
burst of fire into her snatch.  
	"Go, tiger, go."  She urged.
	When he was finished, he pulled out and lay next to
her.  He held her close, almost falling asleep.  	
	"Thank you.  You made me a man."  he said, quietly.
	He got up to use the chamber pot.   When he got back
to the bed, she was sitting up.
She reached for his prick, which quickly came to
attention.
	"Young men like yourself are always good for
seconds."  She said, taking him into her mouth.  She
expertly manipulated him with her tongue.   He felt as
good as he had during intercourse.  
	"I want to  do it again."  he said.
	She lay back and opened her legs.  This time she put
them on his back, so she could guide his pace.   She
had faked her orgasm the first time, but she did not
want to fake it this time.
	"Take your time.  Let me guide you." She instructed.
	Tom entered her again.  He felt the same pleasure but
not the same urgency.   
	"This is the way, tiger."  she said, sighing with
approval. 
	"Play with my breasts while you do me."  she
instructed.
	Tom did so, continuing to thrust.   
	Suddenly Amy commanded, "Faster! Harder!  Give me
everything."  
	Tom picked up speed.  He felt that Amy was enjoying
what he was doing.  He wanted her to feel the same
pleasure he was feeling.  
	"Yes.   Give it to me.  Now."  Amy was yelling. 
	Tom felt the same pressure fighting for release from
his prick.   He guessed that Amy felt the same
pressure.  He was right. 
	Just as he erupted, so did she.  
	"Yes! Yes!  You're doing it to me. You're ringing my
bell."
	Tom didn't know that nice girls don't have orgasms. 
He did know that Amy was not a nice girl, but she was
very good for him.  He assumed that ringing her bell
was the same experience that he had.  He felt good
about being able to do that for her.
	When they relaxed, Amy  said, "I don't always get off
with my customers.   Some day, you'll make a woman a
good husband."
	Before he left Tom gave Amy an extra five dollars, in
honor of loosing his virginity with her.  Now he could
brag to his tent mates too.  But he never made a good
husband.  He was killed at Gettysburg the following
year. 
	
				**********************

	Julie Cavanough had lived twenty of her forty years
in Baltimore.  She was born to immigrant parents in
New York City.  She had a comfortable working class
childhood, until she was nine, when her father was
killed in an industrial accident.  Her mother worked
as a laundress on the docks, but the family income
became more precarious.  To supplement her income, her
mother would have sailors and others in her bed. 
Finally, her mother married a man who regularly
supplied men for her and other women.
	When her step father announced that Julie would have
to have men to "maintain her keep", Julie was glad to
contribute.  She was proud that her virginity
commanded such a high price.  	She viewed sex with a
man as her initiation into the sorority of older women
who worked the docks.  She viewed prostitution as
normal, since it was the only world she had
experienced. 
	Julie worked on the docks for a few years, and then
moved to Baltimore, which appeared to be easier.  She
took up with a sailor for a year, until she became
pregnant with his baby.  He then beat her so much that
she miscarried the baby.   Julie vowed never again to
let a man have power over her.  She entered a brothel
in Baltimore, and started to work her way up the
organization.  As a port city, Baltimore contained
numerous brothels, employing about five percent of all
females.    
	Julie had only a rudimentary education, but she was
intelligent.   She quickly understood what would be
necessary to have a successful brothel.  When she
opened her first Cavenough's Castle establishment five
years ago, she decided to deliver a quality service,
and charge accordingly.   All the girls had to follow
several rules designed to maintain quality. 
	1)  No drinking or smoking on the job unless
accompanied by a customer.
	2)  No customers in places other than the brothel. 
Two violations of that rule meant dismissal.
	3)  Working no more than eight hours a day, six days
a week, up to a maximum of thirty customers a week. 
	4)   All fees split evenly between Julie and the
girl.  Since the normal charge was ten dollars, that
totaled up to one hundred and fifty dollars a week,
with tips.   Over the course of a year, a pretty, hard
working girl could earn thousands of dollars, and
Julie could earn tens of thousands, at a time when
five hundred was considered good money. 
	5)  Each girl had to wash her body with a cloth every
day, and had to wash her genitals after each customer.
 
	6)   In exchange for working under these rules, the
girl received free room and board, and a place where
the customers could go to with confidence.
	Julie recruited girls like herself, as well as those
escaping drunken husbands and abusive fathers, and
those recoiling from the idea of marriage.    At the
time, wives were considered subservient to their
husbands, but unmarried women enjoyed considerable
economic freedom. She employed 12 woman at a time,
with enough scheduled to ensure that each could get
sufficient rest. 
	When the war started, Julie saw the troops marching
through Baltimore on their way to Washington.  She
realized that all the men in Washington provided an
excellent business opportunity.  She also wanted to do
her part to support the Union cause. 
	Washington at this time resembled a Western boom
town, with war instead of gold.   In addition to the
soldiers, there were politicians,  administrators,
lobbyists, and sales men, all searching for a piece of
the action.  The streets were muddy and the buildings
shoddy.   All these people drove up prices, but Julie
needed a large house for her operation.  She obtained
some loans from some powerful men in Baltimore, in
addition to her own resources.  It was enough to open
a large house on Constitution Avenue.  In addition to
the bedrooms, she had several suites for entertaining
small groups.  She considered adding a dungeon to her
castle, but decided it was not worth the cost. 
	The neighborhood was called  "Hooker's Division", in
honor of Union General Joseph Hooker, who tolerated
and frequented many brothels.  Julie even sent girls
to his headquarters, in clear violation of rule #2. 
The term "hooker" for prostitute predated the Civil
War, but Hooker popularized it.  Julie felt that if
the war lasted at least a year, she could recoup her
investment and pay her  loans, and that if it lasted
longer, she was rich.
	This was the situation that Tom Schmidt encountered
when he entered her establishment.
	One of the small groups that wanted to use her
services was the field commanders from the 104th
Connecticut Infantry, along with their deputy
adjutant.  The Civil War was literally a war between
the states.  The United States Army had no
institutional roll other than contributing senior
officers to both sides.  The war was fought  almost
entirely by "well regulated militia"  on both sides,
funded by the states.  Ranks up to colonel were
appointed by state governors and adjutant generals,
often for political rather than military
qualifications.  Since the war was basically
political, that almost made sense, but also lead to
numerous disasters. 
	Four officers from Connecticut were the regiment's 
colonel, his lieutenant colonel and two majors.   They
were accompanied by the deputy adjutant, who was also
a colonel.  Julie offered them the services of three
girls and the use of the large suite.  All three wore
petticoats which plainly revealed their charms.   The
colonel, Col. White, and Major Black sat on a couch
surrounding a short blond named Abby.  Lt. Col Green
and Major Rose set next to Lucy.   Adjutant Wilson
stood next to Mary, who served some wine and then
played a few songs on the piano.   
	Abby was flirting with her two officers, but Lucy was
more reserved, at least at first.   Wilson played with
Mary's hair while she finished her renditions.   
	Mary said to him, "Sir, you needn't be so coy.  We
all know why you are here."
	"Why is that?"  Wilson asked.
	"To enjoy us, of course."  Mary said, smiling.
	Wilson bent over to give Mary a kiss, and cupped her
breast.  
	"Abby, why don't you and Lucy show us your delightful
charms."  Col. White said		"Give us some music, Mary" 
Abby commanded.
	As Mary played some slow music,  Abby and Lucy danced
around the room, gradually removing their clothes.  
When they finally stood naked, the officers applauded.
	"What about Mary?"  White asked
	"I'll play for you, Mary.  I know some Beethoven. " 
Wilson said. 
	He played the Moonlight sonata, badly, while Mary
sensuously removed her petticoat and stockings.  Abby
sat between White and Black,  while Lucy resumed her
place between Green and Rose.   Abby had each hand on
the bulge in each officer's trousers.   Lucy let Col.
Green kiss her breasts.  
	When she was naked, Mary turned her attention on Col.
Wilson.  She slowly removed his jacket and trousers.  
She reached under his long johns and felt his hard
prick.  She made him sit on the couch, while she
removed his long johns.  By this time, Abby had
loosened Col. White's uniform, and was working to get
him hard.  She was moving back and forth between  him
and Major Black, getting access to their bodies.  
Lucy let Green and Rose have full access to her body,
letting them kiss her breasts, legs, and pussy.  
	Finally Lucy said, "Let's all strip.  So far, I'm the
only one having fun."
	"How do you want us?"  Mary asked.  
	"I'd like to see Lucy and Abby do each other."  White
said.
	"Okay, but I want Mary to myself first."  Wilson
added.
	Lucy stretched out on the couch, letting Abby play
with her pussy.  Mary lay on the other couch, urging
Wilson to do what ever he liked.  Wilson lost no time
in mounting her, plunging his prick up to the hilt in
her sheath.  With Abby kneeling in front of Lucy, 
White stood behind her to steady himself and took her
from behind.  Abby continued mouthing Lucy's pussy,
getting her excited, while being penetrated herself.
	"What about us?"  Green wondered.
	"Come over here and let me kiss your big member.  The
majors will have to wait."  Lucy said.
	"Wait?  That's what we always do in the Army!"  Rose
exclaimed.
	Green knelt across Lucy's body on the couch.  He
presented his prick to her, letting her kiss it and
then lick it.  She was about to suck on it hard, when
Abby caused her to vibrate violently.  It took Lucy
several seconds before she could resume her work on
Green.  By this time, Wilson was pistoning Mary with
squirts of white hot cum. 
	 As soon as he finished, he yelled, "Major Black,
you're next."
	Mary was envious of Lucy for achieving an orgasm. 
Like most prostititutes, including Abby and Lucy, Mary
was bisexual.  She could give and receive sexual
pleasure from either a man or a woman.  But generally,
she had better luck with women because they were more
knowledgeable and more patient.   Wilson had not
pleasured her because he was too fast.  She hoped that
Black would take more time. 
	In the meanwhile, Abby released Lucy's pussy and
crawled over to Rose, with White still inside.  Her
mouth fastened itself on Rose's prick.
	"I  want to be inside your quim, not your mouth." 
Major Rose complained.
	"You'll get that later.  Col. White has that now. 
It's either this or nothing."  Abby explained.
	"I'll take your mouth now."  Rose said, sighing and
pulling her to him.
	When Lt. Col Green realized that Lucy's pussy was
free,  he climbed off her chest and knelt between her
legs.  He  inserted his prick inside her, and then
stood up, lifting her bottom off the couch.  This left
Lucy in mid-air, and at Green's mercy.  However, she
liked being fucked that way.  It validated her
feelings as a whore.
	Black was now on top of Mary, giving her his all. 
Because her pussy was still wet from Wilson's cum, 
Black did not get as much friction.  Therefore, he
needed more time to get aroused. But after a few
minutes, he felt the tension as strong as ever.   The
extra few minutes were what Mary needed to reach the
peak of sexual pleasure.
	With sounds of pleasure and excitement reverberating
around the room, Adjutant Wilson sat the piano, with
his fat belly pouring over his penis, playing exudes
by Chopin and Liszt.
	All of them finally reached their orgasms,  Mary and
Black, Lucy and Green, and Abby with  White and Rose. 

	Mary retrieved some wine for them all.  
	"I want to do that again.  You girls were great."
Col. White exclaimed.
	"Yes, but you have to pick a different girl.  We want
to share you, too."  Mary said.
	White picked Mary, Green picked Abby, and Black  and
Rose were left with Lucy.
	"I want Major Rose, first, because he didn't get any
pussy."  Lucy said.  Rose said he wanted her from
behind.  Green also wanted Abby from behind,  but
White wanted Mary to get on top of him. 	
	Major Black said he'd wait for which ever man
finished first.  Wilson, who was older and fatter than
the others, just played the piano.  
	Because he was the most aggressive,  Rose finished
first, so Black took his place.   By the end of the
evening, all the officers had cum twice, and were
leaving very satisfied.  Even Wilson, who was the
guest of honor, felt  good.  All the women had cum
twice, also.  They felt sexually and financially
fulfilled. 
				*************************

	Julie and her girls could easily handle soldiers and
business men.  Politicians were another story,
generally because they were so demanding.   Julie was
sure that if she had a S&M dungeon, politicians would
be there all the time, frightening the other
customers. 
	One day, a New York congressman named Van Der Whistle
arrived with his wife, Prudence,  and a Negro servant
named Lancaster, wanting to have two girls.  Julie and
her girls had never had a Negro before, because up
until the previous year, Maryland still had slavery,
and Negroes were forbidden to enter a white brothel.
However, in New York slavery was abolished at the
beginning of the century.   Some of the girls were
fascinated by the Lancaster, wondering if the rumored
sexual prowess of Negroes was true.  Julie assigned
her most mature experienced girls, Amy and Mary, to
take care of them.
	When they entered the small suite, it became clear
what they wanted.  Van Der Whistle asked the girls to
undress him, while Lancaster removed Prudence's
clothes.   He took his time, playing with her breasts
and body.   He untied her corset, which had supported
her ample breasts. With Prudence naked from the waist
up, she proceeded to take Lancaster's coat and shirt.
It became clear that Prudence wanted Lancaster as her
own.
	Mary asked, "Mrs. Van Der Whistle, is it true that
Negroes have large members?"
	Prudence said, "Lancaster, show her yours."
	Lancaster lowered his trousers and let his prick
emerge.   Even without being overly excited, he hung
down eight inches.
	"Wow, I guess it is true, at least for Lancaster." 
Amy said.
	"If you take good care of my husband, I'll let you
have some of him after I'm finished."
Prudence said, somewhat short of breath.
	"Why do you take him here?  Why not in your hotel?"
	"Because someone might see us there.   Here, as my
husband has his fun, I'll have mine. They don't call
me Prudence for nothing."
	The girls had the Congressman totally naked, and were
playing with his prick.  He played with Mary's
breasts, and then with Amy's.  He then ordered each to
remove their petticoats.  
He had Mary lie down on the couch, so he and Amy could
play with her body.  He then had Amy rub and fondle
his prick while he kissed Mary's pussy.  
	He then told Amy to kiss Mary's pussy.  Amy stuck her
tongue on Mary's clitoris, getting Mary very excited. 
 Van Der Whistle moved behind Amy and entered her
willing slit.
	By this time, Prudence lay on the other couch with
her legs wide open for Lancaster.  He knew he was
being used for sex, but he wanted to please Prudence. 
He moved effectively inside her, getting her also very
excited.   
	Prudence looked at what Amy was doing to Mary.  She
had never seen a women go after another women's sex
that way.   It looked very exciting.  
	She yelled, "Lancaster, stop."
	He pulled out of her, with his prick still long and
thick.
	Prudence removed the last of her clothes.   She
slithered over to where Mary was lying.
	"Mary, get up.   I want you to do that to me.  You
can have Lancaster.  I want you and Amy."	
	Prudence lay on the couch so that both women could
play with her pussy.  Mary had a wooden spool the
shape of a small bowling pin.   She inserted it inside
Prudence's slit while Amy rubbed her clit.  Prudence
felt her body flood with pleasure.  She screamed and
squealed, squirming on the couch.
	Lancaster moved behind Mary, taking her quim.  Mary
was surprised by his size and firmness.
	"Lancaster, that feels fantastic.  Give it to me. 
Hard."
	Van Der Whistle stayed with Amy.  He marveled at his
wife's ability to absorb the stimulation.   However,
he was more interested in what he was doing with Amy. 
He knew he might shoot  soon.  
	Lancaster's moves had Mary distracted.  She could no
longer give Prudence her attention.
Instead Mary pulled her head back, groaning. 
Lancaster realized that these white whores like sex
even rougher than Prudence.  He slapped Mary on the
rump, and then pinched her breasts.   Mary loved it. 
Her body roared over Lancaster's prick, with
convulsions of pleasure.  Lancaster also let cum erupt
into the eager whore.
	Mary's distraction left Amy with the work on
Prudence.  But she felt Van Der Whistle tense up as if
he was going to shoot, too.  As Amy let herself go,
Mary recovered enough to continue to minister to
Prudence.  Lancaster and Van Der Whistle pulled away
and moved over to the couch, fascinated by what Amy
and Mary were doing.   Each time Prudence seemed
finished,  they had her at another orgasm. 
	Finally Prudence groaned, "I've had more than enough.
 You girls are too much.  I can't take it anymore. " 
Prudence was drenched in perspiration and saliva.  
	Amy and Mary sighed and stood up. 
	"Let's let Mrs. Van Der Whistle recover for a while."
 Mary commented.
	Amy said, "You had Lancaster.  Now it's my turn."
	Lancaster easily recovered his erection.  It took
Mary several minutes of sucking to get Van Der Whistle
excited again.  He played with her hair and reach down
to her luscious tits while her mouth explored his
prick.
	Lancaster reached for Amy and physically lifted her
in the air.   He put her down on top of him,  so Amy
impaled her cunt on his hard pole.  She brought her
full weight on top of him.  Because she could barely
reach the floor, Lancaster picked her up and down like
a doll.  He used her breasts as handles to control her
movement.  
	"Lancaster,  you're so wonderful.  You can do what
ever you want to me with your mighty prick."
	Lancaster played with her, sometimes moving her fast
and sometime slow.   Amy had no difficulty reaching
repeated orgasms, as he filled her up.
	Van Der Whistle finally pushed Mary back on the
floor.
	"I want to twit fuck you, Mary.  I want to pull your
luscious tits onto my prick."
	He climbed onto her chest and placed his prick in the
valley between her two hills.  He pulled them over
him, and started to rock back and forth.  Mary tried
to reach him with her lips. He touched them on each
forward thrust, but left them as he receded.
	Prudence recovered from her orgasm induced nap.   She
saw Mary with her legs wide open, and her husband
sitting on her chest.  Prudence crawled up to Mary's
exposed pussy.  She thought it was so wonderful to
receive a pussy licking, what would it be like to give
one.   She encountered her lover's semen flowing from
it, giving her a familiar feeling.  She started to
lick Lancaster's cum off Mary's sensitive parts.   
Mary could not see what was happening, but she knew.  

	"Do it a little higher up,  Prudence.  Yes there."
Mary sighed.
	Prudence was not as experienced as Amy or Mary, but
she made up for it with effort.
	Lancaster took his time cumming,  letting Amy have
several.  But finally the stimulation was too much for
him.  He grunted and swore as released repeated
squirts.
	Van Der Whistle let his juice flow out, covering Mary
on the face and breasts.  She was also immersed in cum
and perspiration.   Prudence did not quite succeed in
making Mary cum, but she gave Mary a very good time.  
	Lancaster pulled Amy off him, and Van Der Whistle
removed himself from Mary.  
	"We had a very good time, didn't we dear?"  Van Der
Whistle said to his wife.  
	"Yes.  I might come back myself sometime.  You girls
really know how to treat a lady.
That was the best girl sex I've ever had.  I can have
Lancaster any time, and he is very good, but you are
special."
	"He is.  You can come back when ever you want,  but
we'll get Julie to give you a discount if you bring
Lancaster." Mary said.
	No one asked Lancaster what he thought.  

	                
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	In June 1863, a letter arrived which would eventually
changed Julie's life.  It was delivered by a Union
sergeant.  It said, 
		Julie,
		Please accompany this sergeant personally.   Do not
send any one else in your 			place. You will be gone
for one night.  You will be respected and well
		paid.
				E. M. K.
	A twenty dollar bill accompanied the letter. 
	Because summer was a slow season and the army was on
maneuvers.  Something told Julie felt she should
follow this instructions, even though she was not sure
who E M K. was.
She left Mary in charge and joined the sergeant. 
	They rode in an army carriage through the western
Maryland hills.  The road was filled with military
traffic.  Sentries would stop them, but the sergeant
showed them some orders, and they continued.  
Eventually they arrived at an inn outside
Fredericksburg, Maryland.  
	"Wait here, Miss.  The general will be here shortly."
  The sergeant said, and left her there.
	The inn was crowded with generals and other senior
officers of the Army of the Potomac, accompanied by
numerous wives and mistresses.  Julie pretended that
she did not recognize any of them, and they returned
the favor.  
	She ordered a beer at the inn, and was about to sit
and enjoy it, when he arrived.
	"Julie, it was so good of you to come.   I had to see
you before I die."
	It was Edward McKee, a former client from Baltimore. 
 He was one of the few customers who could satisfy her
sexually, because he saw her as a person in addition
to being a sex partner.  She was genuinely glad that
he was her E. M. K.   She kissed him sweetly.  Stared
at the star on his shoulder. 
	"Ed, are you a general?  How did you find me?  What
do you mean, before you die?"
	Julie was full of questions.  They sat on the
veranda, and ordered some dinner.
	"Yes, they just gave me command of a brigade.  Until
now I was on General Hancock's staff.  The last
brigadier was killed at Chancelorville.  I had trouble
finding you because I kept looking in Baltimore. 
Someone finally gave me your location in Washington. 
You look wonderful. "
	McKee had lived in Philadelphia, but he had business
in Baltimore, and saw Julie when he was there.  He had
not seen her for several years.
	"Why did look for me now?"   she said.
	"Because I am about to die.  Look over there."   He
pointed to a hill, and some dust on the horizon.
	"On the other side of the hill is Bobby Lee and the
Reb army.  We're moving to meet them. We have to keep
between him and Washington or Philadelphia.  I think a
big one is coming."
	"That explained the military activity here.  Why did
you bring me here?  I think all these women are wives
and mistresses of the officers."
	"Because my wife is dead."  
	"I am sorry to hear about your wife."
	"She never loved me.   She just married me for my
money and I just married her for her family name.  You
are the closest thing to a mistress that I have.""
	"I turned down your offer to be your mistress years
ago."
	"I have something to give you before you leave.  If I
survive this, I still want you.  "
	"No.  My business needs me. "
	"I'll offer you more money than you make in your
house."
	"Could you pay me ten thousand dollars a year?"
	"Wow!  I had no idea you make that much."
	"More, when you consider investments in rail roads
and such.  I would not take your offer even if I did
not have money.  I like you, but I would never want to
depend on a man, not even you.  Have you seen the
opera La Traviatta?"
	"I generally don't go to opera."
	"I went once in Baltimore.  It features a young girl
named Violetta,  who is a lot like me. One day a man
falls in love with her and wants to take her as his
mistress. I don't know Italian, but I read the
translation.   She sings an aria called  Sempre Libra,
 where she declares that her life is freedom and
pleasure.  That's how I feel."
	"What happened to the girl?"
	"She went to live with him anyway, which turned out
to be a mistake because the man's father butted in.  
I don't want to make the same mistake."
	"I understand you don't want to my mistress.  But if
you'll be my mistress just for tonight, I reserved a
room at the inn.  Remember, I already paid you twenty
dollars."
	"Yes.  I'll be your mistress for tonight, but
tomorrow I must return to Washington."
	By this time, they had finished dinner and were
drinking the wine.
	She winked at him and smiled.  She started to purr
softly, remembering his prowess and the size of his
sex organ.
	After dinner, she let him take her upstairs in the
inn.  The country inn featured a large bed and a
washstand.  A maid brought some water and an oil lamp.
 
	When they entered, they kissed passionately.  She
started to remove her dress while he undid his
uniform.  When they were in their underwear, they
kissed passionately again.  She pushed her pelvis
against his voluminous prick.
	"Untie my corset."  Julie suggested.
	He  loosened her corset and reached in to her
breasts.  
	Suddenly he announced, "I must have you, now."
	He pulled her down onto the bed.  He felt the warm
sensuous softness of her pussy.  
She was moaning quietly as his hands explored her
depth.   She opened his long Johns and sighed at the
size of his 10 inch phallus.  She wanted it in her,
and he wanted it in her, too.  She did not wait long.
	He got on top and entered her with one motion, fast
and deep.   Julie opened her legs and placed them on
his back,  so she could push against him.
	"Do I need to be careful?" he asked.
	"No.   I am past the age of getting pregnant.  Just
do it."
	He proceeded to do just that. 
	"Oh yes.  Take me.  Do me hard." Julie urged.
	He wanted to satisfy her.  He kept pace, not wanted
to make it too fast.  Julie was sighing and moaning
with pleasure.  She let him have his way with her
body. Julie trusted him to do her right.   
	"You feel so good," he said.
	"So do you.  Stuff me with your big thing.  Oh yes. 
Do me hard."
	He picked up the pace.  She was screaming, her body
erupting  with pleasure.  He kept going.  	The bed
started to shake as they bounced on it.  Julie
screamed again, giving way to wave after wave of
orgasm.  He still kept at it. But he felt he could do
it for much longer.
	"I'm going to cum."  He said, gritting his teeth.
	"Yes.  Do it.  Fill me up with your whipped cream."
	He grunted and swore as his tension mounted.  He
cried for release.  
	"I want you now."  He grunted.
	"Take me!"
	He kept squirting into her eager pussy.   Each squirt
triggered another convulsion from deep within her
pelvis.
	It took them several minutes to relax.  They smiled
as they heard other beds shaking and other screams of
pleasure somewhere in the inn.   
	"You are one of the best lovers I know, and I know a
lot."  Julie said quietly.
	"You bring out the best in me," he said.
	They lay there for several minutes.   Then Julie got
up, removed the remainder of her clothes, and washed
herself from the washstand.   She then helped Ed to
remove his clothes and wash him. She then got into bed
and pressed her naked body against his.   The June
night was warm, so they did not need any covering. 
	They lay there for a while, listening to the sounds
of other couples fill the inn.  They gently played
with each other's bodies.  Julie softly fondled Ed's
prick, letting it expand gradually.  
	"Let's see if we get this thing back to full size," 
Julie said, as she cupped his prick with her lips.  
She sucked as if she were inhaling him.  Each pump
helped his prick expand further.
	"You feel so good on my prick. "  he said.
	Julie moved down on the bed so she could get a good
grip on him.   She sucked on him like a watermelon in
summer.  
	"Don't you dare stop."   Ed said, soaking up the
pleasure.
	Just then, Julie stopped.
	"Why did you do that?"  he complained.
	"I' ve got a better place for this.  I'm going to
climb on and ride your stove pipe."
	Julie straddled him until her pussy was just above
his penis.   She then lowered herself, impaling
herself on his pole.   Julie liked to be on top, in
order to control the pace.  Ed placed one hand on her
twit and one on her ass.   Julie put played with her
other twit, and slowly moved over him.   She felt Ed
expand inside her, filling her to capacity.  
	She started to speak, but all that came out was some
incoherent babble.  Ed squeezed her ass and slapped
her rump.  She was moaning and screaming again as her
body vibrated with pleasure.  She continued to stay
with him, wanting to prolong the experience.   The
hard slaps just made it better.   She was moaning
incoherently.   Ed stayed with her, letting her bounce
off him. 
He knew he could last longer than the first time.  
But he could not last indefinitely.  
	"I'm going to explode!"  He yelled, grunting
breathlessly. 
	"Yes!  Explode into me!  Ahhhh!"  Julie found her
voice for a minute, and then lost it in her own
internal earthquake.  
	Ed's  pushed up his pelvis,  lifting his ass off the
bed.   His prick went off like a popped balloon.   His
cum poured out like it was shot from a cannon.  It
rebounded  off her uterus, filling her completely, and
setting off another round of orgasms. 
	When she felt they were done, she lifted herself off
his still tumescent organ and lay down beside him.  
Their encounter left them both tired but happy. 
	They were awakened by bugles in the early dawn,
calling everyone to duty.  Julie and Ed had to hurry
to get dressed.  The army was moving.  
	Before she left, Ed gave her an envelope.   
	"If I fall in the battle, open it,"  he said, and
then climbed on his horse to join his brigade. 
	It took a day for Julie to get back to Washington.  
News of the battle in a town called Gettysburg came
back slowly.  She did not hear from him for days, and
imagined the worst.
Then she received a telegram from one of his aides. 
He was severely wounded in the leg helping General
Hancock repel Picket's charge.  He had returned to
Philadelphia to recover, but may not be able to walk.
	She wrote to him in Philadelphia, but it took several
weeks to get an answer.  He had lost a leg, and was
feeling down and in pain.   He did not want her to
visit him.   She wrote back, and kept corresponding,
to keep his spirits up.  She wanted to visit, but
could not find the time.
	Finally, the next summer, she found time to visit
Philadelphia.   When she arrived at his house,  they
hugged.   He got up gingerly on his wooden leg and
limped around the house.
	"I am glad you only have two wooden legs.   Women
would go crazy if you had three,"  she said.   Only he
got the joke.
	He invited her to go with him to a resort in the
mountains.   There she met his children, two girls
aged 10 and 7, and a boy age 5.   When she returned
his envelope,  he opened it and showed her that in
contained photographs of them.   He wanted her to pay
attention to them because he was afraid their aunts
wouldn't.   
	Julie had a separate room from Ed.   He offered to
come to her room, but he said he could not perform as
before. 
	She said, "Nonsense.   You did not have any problem
when I got on top of you in Fredericksburg, so you
should have no problem now."
	Indeed, the only problem they had was Ed pushed up
with one leg so hard,  he almost threw Julie off the
bed.  They eventually learned how to have sex safely.
	"You have a mighty organ, general.  Your wife must
have loved you for it."  she said as then lay next to
each other.
	"My wife did not like it all.  All she wanted from my
prick was her children.  After she had them, she did
not want me at all."
	"Women today don't know what they are missing.  She
missed something special.  Only us hookers appreciate
it."
	"I am glad somebody appreciates it."
	"On the other hand, she did get three beautiful
children.   She must have been proud of them."
	"She was, but somehow she could not show it.   I'm
afraid I'm not very good with them either."
	As Julie got to know them better, her heart began to
melt.   For the first time in her life, she loved
something.  The children responded to her intuitively,
aware of the beneficial effect she was having on their
father.   She wanted to stay, but her business took
her back to Washington after a week.
	When the war finally ended, Julie sold part interest
in her houses in Baltimore and Washington to women who
were there, essentially retiring from being a madam. 
She invested her money in rail roads and other
industries, and was prepared to live as a lady of
leisure.   But what should she do about Ed?
	She returned to Philadelphia.   Ed tried to go into
politics in 1864 as war Democrat, but the party wanted
peace and his candidate, General McClelland, wanted to
 continue the war to preserve the honor of the army.  
They were defeated badly.  Now he staid home and
attended to some business, but could not concentrate
on it.
	Julie lifted his spirits.   His relatives were
suspicious of her background and motives.   She said
that she was a widow from Baltimore.  She said  she
had her own money that she had inherited from her
husband, so she did need any of his.   His relatives
were so happy regarding her effect on him and the
children, that they did not press her too closely.  
Even people who suspected the truth pretended that
they believed her. 
	Julie moved in with Ed.   She finally agreed to marry
him,  even though she did not need his money, and she
did not want him to have hers.   He could give her the
one thing she could not get for herself.  The
children. 	
	

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