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Subject: {ASSM} Rebel 011 Sharing
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Date: Mon, 12 Apr 2004 20:10:02 -0400
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Rebel 011 (Old Bill)  (MF Mf hist) 

Sharing

	"Ha, ha," the woman said mirthlessly as I turned to face her, 
"Oh my, well, I'm sorry, but . . ."  She gathered up her clothes and 
fled the room leaving me standing there in nothing but my long-
tailed shirt, my prick poking out well before me and jumping with 
anticipation.  

	"There's always your daughter," I yelled after her, and I 
heard a door slam down the hall.

	I tiptoed next door and found the nubile youngster sitting up 
in her bed pretending to read.  She looked up when I came in and 
eased the door closed behind me, turning the key in the iron lock.  I 
saw her eyes move down from my smile to my groin where my 
shirttail was being poked out.  Her blue eyes widened and she 
licked her lips.

	"Missy," I said, "your mother refused me.  I suppose you 
heard."

	She nodded and left her lips apart as her breathing became a 
bit ragged.  She set her book aside and pulled her blanket up near 
her chin.

"So you must help me," I whispered as I stepped to the side of her 
bed, the purple head of my engorged manhood swelling and 
bobbling out before my belly, now lifting my shirt on its shaft.

	"Help you," she said, batting her eyes in wonder.  "How can I 
help you?"

	I sat on the edge of her bed with my back to her.  "I need a 
woman."

	"Uh huh," she said as I began to strip off my shirt, raising it 
slowly above my scarred back.  "But I'm just a girl."  Her voice 
quavered and I briefly felt a pang of pity for her position since I 
intended to roger her until her eyes crossed and her joints turned to 
water.  But I knew she was experienced in the ways of the world, 
that she had flirted with a flock of suitors, all officers of course, and 
that she was rumored to be a flaming consort of several young men 
in Philadelphia, dandies all, and at least one not easily satisfied, so 
they said.  She dressed in a manner designed to stimulate lust and 
walked that way too, and I was sure she was often successful; I 
knew that I got hard every time I looked at her young body and 
lovely face, her long hair and fine carriage were just bonuses but her 
firm buttocks and round ass were primary.

	I tossed my shirt aside, lifted her quilts and rolled in next to 
her to lie on my back, my prong tenting up the covers.  My hand slid 
down her body, across her fuzzy mound and held her upper thigh.  
I licked her ear.  She trembled.  My prick touched her hip and she 
flinched.

	"Why did mother," she began, "I mean, I don't understand."

	I turned her face toward me and captured her mouth, kissing 
and nibbling while I stoked her soft thigh with my eager prong.

	"I don't know," I said.  "Cold feet, I suppose."

	'Um," she said when she pulled her mouth free as I pushed her 
nightgown up to her tiny waist.  "What are you doing?"

	"You're not a virgin are you?" I asked quietly as my free hand 
found a small, round breast and pinched up a tiny nipple.  "I mean, 
you have had lovers, haven't you?"

	She nodded, looking stunned as my fingers crawled into her 
slit and my thumb found her sensitive nub and began to stroke it 
gently.

	"Oh," she said and swallowed as I kissed her again and let my 
tongue roam her mouth.

	"Let's get rid of this gown," I suggested as someone turned 
the knob on her door and found it locked.

	"Uh huh," she agreed with a nod.  She raised her arms and I 
stripped it from her, tossing it in the direction of my old shirt.  Her 
bedside candle still flickered, showing her pointed tits and staring 
eyes, her slim neck and pouting lips.  I licked my fingers and looked 
down at her.  "Do you want me to put out the light?"

	"No, no," she said shaking her head.  I bent down, kissed her 
lips and then worked my way down her lithe, young body, sucked 
both nipples until they hardened, licked her soft belly, probed her 
navel and then kissed her tiny clit.  She squealed.  I licked her 
fluttering and hairy lips and poked my rolled tongue into her.  She 
squealed again and her whole body shook.  I kissed my way north, 
and when I got back to her mouth, I spread her legs with my knee, 
lifted her hips with both hands about her rounded ass, and as I 
slipped my tongue between her lips pushed the head of my aching 
cock into her. Pop, in it went, just like that. 

	Her body had resisted momentarily and then I was in, just a 
few inches, but in, and the fight was over and the bastion was mine.

	Within minutes we were lunging at each other, grappled 
together, arching and thrusting like mad things, gasping and 
grunting incoherently.  I came quickly, having been long aroused, 
and she climaxed while I was still pumping into her.  I shuddered, 
barely paused, rolled us over, got her comfortable atop me, and 
began again at a slow and gentle pace.

	I am sure it was at least thirty minute later when I felt my 
ballocks begin to tighten, and I stretched my strokes and speeded 
their rate.  The girl by then was limp and feeling nearly boneless so I 
rolled her once more to her back, lifted her legs on my arms and 
gave her my best efforts as I came for the second time, thundering 
into her as her body jerked and spasmed beneath me.  I succeeded 
in filling her to overflowing with my creamy seed.

	I held her as she moaned and wept, my prong still lurching 
within her in its death throes.  She was one of those females whose 
orgasms were unusually noisy and often multiple, and I am sure she 
had climaxed a dozen times when I finally exploded again in her tight 
and flexible quim.  

	As my spent member slipped from her grip, she moaned and 
cuddled, whispered, "More, more, oh please, more."

	"Yes, yes," I promised, kissing her eyes and her pug nose.

	"Please," she moaned, "it's so good, so big and strong."  Her 
groping hands found what little was left of my proud manhood and 
stroked the slimy thing relentlessly.  She crawled down and took its 
sore head into her warm mouth, licking and sucking feverishly as I 
patted her back and tried to rest.

	When she finally gave up, she got her mouth back to mine, 
licked my lips and sighed.  "In the morning?"

	"If you wish," I happily promised.  She was a good piece, first 
class ass, eager and willing.

	Her mother had shaken the knob and pounded on the door 
off and on for the last hour as the bed had rocked and groaned 
beneath us and now she was back, demanding to be let in, to see 
what I had done to her poor child.

	I rolled out, stumbled to the door, unlocked it and ushered the 
lady of the house into the daughter's small bedroom.  She glared at 
me and went directly to the bedside, taking her child's hand and 
ignoring the long shaft that hung between my legs.

	"Did he hurt you, the beast?" she demanded.

	"No, no," the girl sighed, "he was wonderful.  Unbelievable.  
You remember Todd, the boy I told you was such a fine lover.  This 
man is ten times as good.  I never felt such things, never, never."

	I found my shirt, tossed the girl's nightgown back toward her 
and left as the women discussed my merits.  I went back to the small 
room I had been assigned, fell to the bed on my face and was 
instantly asleep.

	I awoke with someone shaking my shoulder.  "I must talk to 
you," the woman said, "wake up."

	I rolled over and she climbed onto the bed beside me, pulled 
her nightdress over her head, and pushed one of her large breasts 
into my mouth.  As I sucked, she lectured me, all the time running 
her hand through my hair as her big nipple lengthened in my mouth.

	"You've ruined her, you cad," she hissed, pulling the first tit 
free and moving my head to the other, her knee now up into my 
groin, massaging.  "What man can satisfy her after what you have 
done?"  She climbed me like a tree.

	I nibbled and got my face free when she gasped and 
withdrew.  "I could find you ten tomorrow," I said, "but not in the 
officer corps."

	"Such vanity," she cried, kissing and tonguing me.

	"It's the truth, " I said, aware and surprised I was thoroughly 
aroused.  "I'll bring her a troop of new lovers on Saturday."

	"Roger me, you vile bastard," she gasped, holding my hips as I 
reared above her, "put it in me, do it hard."  She spread her legs 
and lifted her knees.

	I took her with a single thrust and we were at once at 
marching pace.  Our bodies smacked together loudly and the bed 
rumbled steadily as she gasped endlessly, wrapping me in her legs 
and arching her back.  She came as we ground ourselves together, 
cried out loudly and collapsed beneath me, inert but still thoroughly 
impaled.  I was tired and knew I was also spent so I withdrew, 
helped her find her nightgown, kissed her gently at the door, patted 
her rump and was asleep before she was back to her room.

	In the morning I awoke as the proud possessor of a huge, 
rigid tool that I could barely encircle in my fist.  I smiled at it rearing 
above my loins, stroked it sternly several times, rolled from the bed 
and hurried down to the girl's room to make good on my promise, 
my hand overfilled with my swollen cods.  I was achingly hard, the 
knotted veins throbbing on the surface of my horn.

	Then I made the same mistake I had with her mother the 
evening previously, I let her see it because I was so proud of it.  She 
squeaked, looked horrified and rolled herself into a small ball, 
crying, "Go away, go away."

	Aware that an alternate, if somewhat wider, portal awaited, I 
withdrew quietly, and entered her mother's larger bedroom as 
dawn turned the sky pink.  I crept in beside the woman, preceded 
by my enormous prod with its plum colored head, and an hour or so 
later, I emerged, highly satisfied and proud of my performance.  I 
left the lady of the house bruised, oozing fluids and in total disarray, 
spread across her bed with arms thrown wide and a smile on her 
face.

	The girl met me in the hall, naked as I was with my shirt in my 
hand.  She still wore her lacy nightgown and she grasped me, 
rubbed her young body against me, clawed at my back and sobbed 
her apologies.  I patted her back, pinched her ass, kissed her 
forehead and took her back to my room since it was some distance 
from where her mother lay, exhausted but not completely insensible.

	The sun was well up and the room bright when I lifted the 
girl's gown from her lush, young body and let her watch my 
manhood rise and fill at the sight of her beauty.  She plopped down 
on the side of my bed, and I stood between her feet and brought 
my spear's sore head to her soft lips.  Her tongue flicked out and 
touched it.  It jumped in appreciation.

	"Lick it," I said, caressing her bare shoulders.

	She did, several times, and it showed its pleasure at the 
attention.  Her tongue stroked it length and tickled my ballocks.

	"Suck it," I suggested, "as you did before."

	She looked up at me, smiled, opened wide her mouth very 
wide and gobbled what she could.  After a few minutes of that 
treatment, I was ready, pulled my hardened spear from her soft lips, 
tossed her lacy hem up in the lap, held her hips and bent my knees 
to ram it into her.  She screamed as I lifted her from the quilts and 
deposited her on the other side of the bed, impaled.  

	I lifted her knees nearly to her shoulders, then let her rest her 
ankles on my chest as I enjoyed myself and watched her face 
register shock, fear, passion and pleasure as the frantic pace of my 
efforts brought us both quickly to a roaring climax.  I rotated her 
young body on my post, got her knees beneath her, raised her rump 
and gave her a thousand or so thrusts from the back, banging her 
head off the wall from time to time.  I had to reach under us and 
tickle her nubbin to get her up to full and furious passion but then 
she endured orgasm after orgasm, spasming and clamping me within 
her as she reached the pinnacle of her pleasure time after time.  I 
finally managed to fire a salvo into her and then pull it loose from 
her tight grip.  I let her fall, crawled up her body and lowered my 
spent phallus back into her mouth which was opened wide as she 
gasped for breath.

	She made a very odd noise as it slid into her throat and then 
gagged and pushed me away.  I collapsed beside her, satisfied but 
still semi-hard.

	She threw a leg across my body and mounted me, letting me 
enjoy her breasts while she tried to pump life back into my loins.

	Eventually, after coming several more times, she gave up and 
collapsed upon me.  Then as luck would have it, I stiffened again, 
getting my second wind and was about to turn her over when her 
mother stumbled into the room, holding a robe to her flushed body.  
She pulled her spent daughter from me, tossed her aside and 
mounted up, smiling widely.  When she was done, I was truly spent 
as were both women.  I left them tumbled together and went back 
to the war, pleased that my one-day leave had been well used.
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