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Subject: {ASSM} Rebel 039 (MF hist)
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Rebel 039 (MFF hist)

Duty Calls

	I lay on a creekside and remembered when there were lulls, 
times when we had little or nothing to do except take care of our 
clothes and shoes, clean our weapons and rest.  During one of those 
slack times, I knew that Lt. Foster had been busily serving the 
quartermaster's randy wife even before I talked her maid into my 
tent for a couple of pleasant if tiring evenings of give and take, suck 
and fuck.  I gave it to her and she took again and again until she 
collapsed. panting and covering me with kisses.  The major's wife, on 
the other hand, seemed aloof and indifferent, but she was a tasty 
wench, and I was eager to have a chance at her when the time was 
right.  Any woman that would roger my lieutenant was fair game as 
far I was concerned.

	"That was damn wonderful," the maid croaked, restoring her 
cap as we sauntered back to the home they had commandeered.  
She seemed a bit loose in the knees as she clung to my arm.  "We'll 
have to do it again real soon."

	I held the basement door for her and she disappeared into the 
dark abyss.  "Sir," said a calm voice, and I looked up at some 
rounded hips and lovely eyes.  The woman was at the back door at 
the top of a short flight of steps.

	"Ma'm," I replied, smiling and sizing her up, feeling my recently 
pleased member come alive.

	"You are with Foster's company, are you not?"

	"Indeed," I replied, enjoying the view of her barely covered 
charms as she stood with a small lamp in her hand, a fluttering robe 
over her plain nightdress and her hair tied back.

	"Do you know where he is?" she asked.

	"Out on patrol," I said.  "Ought to be back in a day or two."

	"Ah, very well, I wondered," she said, cocking an eyebrow.  
"And you."

	"Jus' guard duty.  My turn to loaf."

	"I see.  And have you been loafing with my maid, with Jassy, 
this evening?"

	"That her name?" I said.  "We've been walking, yes'um."

	"Walking?" she said, chuckled in her throat and smiled 
knowingly.  "That what you call it?"

	"Good night, ma'm," I said, tossing her a salute.  "Duty calls."

	"Come here," she said, blowing out her lamp.

	I mounted the steps and stood before her, not eager for any 
more romantic exercise that evening, fearing failure, well spent, 
cursing the right opportunity at the wrong time.

	"My, you are a big one," said the woman.  "I'm alone and a bit 
frightened this evening for some reason, something in the night air I 
suppose."

	"Oh," I said, following her inside the dark house, my eyes 
getting accustomed to the dim moonlight.  She took my hand.

	"Yes, come in here.  See that big chair.  Suppose you do your 
guard duty there?"

	"No'um, I'm sorry.  Sarge'd be all over me."

	"Well then," she said, putting down her lamp.  "What time are 
you off duty?"

	"Sunrise," I said as she took my hand inside her light robe to 
discover warm skin.

	"I'll will expect you then," she said, stepping closer so that my 
hand slid to her back.  She stood on tip-toe and kissed me, hard.  
Her tongue probed as I kneaded a firm buttock

	"Yes'm," I said as we pulled apart.

	"I can wait until then.  Jassy tells me that you have something I 
might enjoy."

	From midnight, I walked my post and did my duty, hoping the 
quartermaster major's wife would sleep late and give me a chance to 
rest a bit before she got what she obviously wanted.  When the 
sergeant relieved me that gray morning, I marched myself over to 
the dark house, happy to see no light.  I tapped lightly, sat on the 
back steps, leaned against the door, folded my arms and was 
instantly asleep.

	I heard the latch drop just before the door opened so I did not 
fall into the room.  "Have I kept you waiting?" asked a musical voice.  
"I did not hear you knock."  The sun was barely over the trees so I 
probably had managed an hour or so of shuteye.  "Come," the 
woman said, and I stood, surprised to find that my equipment was 
responding after so little rest.

	"Jassy told me that you were very manly last night," the 
woman said as she led me to her bedroom, barefoot, her light gown 
flowing with her.  "Praised you to the heavens."

	"I just came off six hours of guard duty, ma'm, six hours of 
standing and walking back and forth, ma'm, trying to be alert," I 
told her, sitting on her bed and pulling off my boots.  "You let me 
sleep a while and I'll do my very best for you."  She stood before 
me, smiling and licking her lips, and I held her at the hips after I 
pulled off my stockings.  She smelled good and looked better.  Her 
hips were as wide and firm, her belly a soft puff.

	"Work first," she said, untying her night dress at her throat, 
"then rest."  She shrugged her shoulders and the long gown 
slithered down, pausing at her upright nipples and stopping at my 
hands.  I let go and watched the cloth descend over the bright hills 
and dark valleys of her well-molded body.

	"Do my best," I said, pulling off my shirt.  Her womanly smell 
excited all my senses.  I admired her fine body, kissed her breasts 
and belly gently, then stood, and unbuttoned my waistband.  She 
climbed into her high, soft bed while I pulled off my britches.

	"I'm sure you will," she said as I rolled in beside her and the 
bed creaked in complaint. "It's all I ask."

	I did and she screeched like a barn owl, jumping and pounding 
beneath me, her neck arched, teeth clenched, legs kicking and head 
shaking from side to side while I turned my brain off entirely and let 
my body have its way for as long as it took.  It took a good while 
and I soon was aware that it was one of those few times when I 
stayed hard despite repeated ejaculations.  We tried various 
positions and coupled tirelessly and inventively.

	"My God," she said later, lying beside me, panting, sweat 
soaked, "I'd hate to have you when you are well rested."

	I smiled and fell asleep, face down on her pillows, pleased with 
myself.

	I awoke to the smell of food, long and rigid.  I pulled on my 
shirt and followed my nose to the kitchen.  My amorous maid and 
her horny mistress were eating and talking.

	"Ladies," I said, sitting quickly.  They fed me and when I had 
the opportunity, I made it to the privy without detection.  I returned 
to the bedroom to find the lady of the house sitting at her mirror 
and brushing her long hair.  I doffed my shirt and came to stand 
behind her, looking in her glass at the wide ridge of hair that ran 
from the mat on my chest to the bush below my belly.  She looked in 
her mirror and gasped at what she saw for my long cock stood 
upright and throbbing.  She dropped her brush and stood, 
trembling in my hands.  I kissed her, tore her robe open, lifted her at 
the waist.  She leaned back against my hands and then raised her 
legs to encircle me, laughing as I rammed up into her.  She was what 
they sometimes called wiry, strong and supple.  I walked her to the 
bed, and we rocked and bounced, listening to the ropes respond, 
enjoying what the gods had provided until we exhausted each other 
and collapsed, gasping and moaning.  The bed creaked on for a 
minute or two.

	"Is it like that every morning?" she sobbed, trying to get her 
breath.

	"Pretty much," I admitted, pushing back her tangled hair and 
licking her mouth, sucking her tongue.

	"Jassy's never felt that, has she?"

	"No'm," I said.  "That only comes early."

	"I'll be sore, I can tell ye that, royally sore," she said, convinced 
there was no more to be had.  She rolled out and I staggered to my 
feet, still overheated.  I met her before her dressing table where she 
was pulling on her flowered robe.

	"Once more," I suggested.

	"I can't believe it," she said, looking down as I grasped her butt 
with one hand and held my thick shaft up with the other.

	"Watch," I said, nodding toward her big mirror.  I got it well 
lodged as she rolled her pelvis my way, put my hands in the small of 
my back and we both watched, fascinated as my slick ram slowly 
disappeared into her.  She arched and wriggled but never took her 
eyes from her image.  We dropped to our knees, and when I was 
finished a good while later, I left her there on all fours, sobbing and 
panting, head drooping.

	The next week, Lt. Foster was back and my guard duty 
changed to daylight hours.  When Foster left again, on some mission 
or another, I moved into his still-warm bed with the intent of serving 
the major's wife until his return. Every night we exhausted each 
other and slept deeply, eager for the sun to rise.

	One morning, a week or so later, we were about to get started 
when we heard the front door slam.

	"My husband, "she gasped.  "No one else comes in that way."

	I grabbed up my clothes and boots and headed for the 
window.  It was nailed closed.  I glanced at her tall wardrobe as we 
heard footsteps on the stairs, and she straightened the bed and 
flopped into it.  I dove under the high bed and retracted my legs.  I 
spent the next hour listening to the puffing man plow the acres I had 
carefully tended and thoroughly tilled.  I must admit that for a man 
of his years and weight, he did a good job.  When I heard him 
snoring, I rolled out and crept away, waving to the smiling woman 
from the doorway.

	Lt. Foster was already in camp.  He and the major had 
returned together with some supplies.  Both the lieutenant and I 
mourned the major's departure for Philadelphia and the 
quartermaster corps since he took his wife and her maid with him.

	
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