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Rebel 076 (Old Bill) (MFF hist)

Widowed Sisters

"Madam," I said with a bow.  "Your friend, Madam Von R -- 
has sent me, I assume at your request."

	The woman released my hand and raised an eyebrow.  I 
introduced myself and admired her openly.  She was a peach, a very 
high-class peach, but a peach nevertheless.  Tall, slim, cool, tastefully 
dressed and openly aroused by something or other, angry or 
passionate.  Her face was flushed, her breathing rapid and her high 
breasts rose and fell rapidly raising her hardened nipples to the very 
edge of her lace-trimmed gown of deep blue that appeared to have 
been sewed onto her. The outline of her corset was obvious and it 
tended to push her round boobs together and up beneath a kerchief 
of some filmy stuff.

	"Come in," she said, inhaling, "please."

	I followed her down a long hallway, enjoying the roll of her 
womanly hips and was shown into a small sitting room.  

	"Make your self comfortable."  She hurried out, and I 
examined the paintings, all watercolors by the same delicate hand as 
far as I could tell.  Loud voices penetrated the thick door and then I 
heard feet on the stairs and someone crying.  I sat and gathered 
myself. The woman entered.  I stood.

	"My sister is a fool," she said calmly.  "A bloody fool."

	That was not a word many women used.

	She sat and put her hands in her lap.  She took a deep breath.  
"You have come here to serve me, to serve us?"

	"To do whatever you wish, whatever needs doing was how 
the Madam put it."

	We smiled at each other.

	"She's a fine old woman," she said, licking her lips.  "I'm 
Estrella Hopkins; Mrs. Hopkins, Widow Hopkins if you wish.  My 
husband was killed at White Plains.  There evidently was not enough 
of him left to send home." She licked her lips again.

	I nodded.  "I was there," I said, a slight exaggeration.  "It was 
pretty bad." I knew that was true.

	"My sister is two years younger than I, and she is likely a 
widow as well.  Her young man was in the Connecticut navy and 
has not been heard from for more than a year."

	"Pity," I said.  "But I guess there is hope."

	She nodded.  "We both have been," she paused and cleared 
her throat, looking over my head, "let us say deluged by men both 
young and old who wish to court us. Our family is quite wealthy as 
were our husbands' families, quite wealthy." She exhaled and 
looked, I guess, exasperated.

	I nodded.  "No surprise.  I assume that you know you are a 
beautiful woman."

	"Humph," she said.  "Wait until you see my sister.  I'm a drab 
compared to her."

	 I smiled and she returned my smile.

	"Most of these would-be suitors are filthy Tories or their 
lickspittle friends, spineless curs.  There have even been some 
Germans." She sighed.  "Imagine!"

	I waited.

	"We, Susan and I, wish you to chase them off, to put fear in 
them so they will leave us alone."

	"All right," I said.  "I can try.  But this city is full of them."

	"And I want you to horse me good and proper.  I have a 
terrible itch.  Susan is not so sure.  That's what we were arguing 
about.  She has been solacing herself with a toy of hers, you 
understand, one of those new French things, made of ivory."

	I nodded.

 	"We thought you might pretend to be our brother, but you 
are much too large, too tall."

	"I could be a hired hand, a coachman perhaps, or a bodyguard 
or some such."

	She shook her head.

	"A friend of your late husband," I suggested.  "Another 
suitor, quite an ardent one, poor but ardent."

	She laughed and said, "I like that.  You can court both of us.  
That ought to produce some fights."

	"What is first on the agenda?" I asked.

	"Come," she said, "let us sample your wares, like, who is it, the 
pieman?  We shall test your mettle."

	She took my hand, led me up the broad stairs and to her high-
ceilinged bedroom.

	We disrobed quickly and quietly, and she took me before a tall 
looking glass and stood beside me, holding my hand, calm as ice.  
Despite the fact that I was nearly a foot taller than she was, our 
hipbones were on nearly the same plane.  We both had a reasonably 
luxuriant mat of hair in our groins, and we both looked strong and 
healthy.  I was glad the old lady had made me wash and shave. I 
admired my thick dangling cock in her glass and it twitched, feeling 
two sets of eyes on it.

	As her hand slid to the root of my manhood, mine stroked her 
mound and cupped her hairy mons.  We fingered each other and 
smiled at our reflection.

	"Enough playing," she said, breaking her eyes away from the 
glass and looking up at me.  "Give us a kiss."

	Our first coupling was deep, hard and vigorous at the side of 
her high bed, and then we got under the quilts and rejoined our 
bodies for a much more leisurely rogering that left us both happily 
satisfied.  Her strength surprised me as I bent her nearly double, 
holding her hips and plowing her deeply while she heaved against 
me and arched her back, moaning happily, her feet solidly planted 
by my hips, her body bucking under mine.

	"Well, sir," she said, lying athwart my spent loins, her fingers 
at my mouth, "that was a fine sample of your talents indeed.  I will 
have to write Madam Von R-- a note, thanking her for your 
service."

	I chuckled and slapped her buttocks harder than I meant to.  It 
made a noise like a small cannon shot, and she jumped and yelped.

	The door banged open and a dark-haired young woman 
entered crying, "What was that?"

	"Susan, shame on you," sighed the woman lying atop me, 
"come meet our new suitor.  I was just trying him out and I urge 
you to do the same.  He is more than adequate."  She raked back 
my hair.

	Susan stood with her back to the door trying to look shocked.  
"By damn, but he's a big one," she said. "Do we have to pay him by 
the pound?"

	"You don't know how right you are," said Estrella, "come look 
at this." She sat up on my knees with her jutting breasts aimed at me 
and grasped my limber member, stretching it up by its soft head.  
"Makes your little toy look like a toothpick, eh?"

	"Ugh," said Susan who hurried from the room.

	The woman fell on her back beside me, laughing heartily.  We 
dressed and went down to sup together.  Susan soon found that 
she could not maintain her ill temper, and we shared a pleasant meal 
with a great deal of sexual banter.  I could hardly wait to bed the 
sister who was indeed ripely beautiful.

	"Do not get me wrong," the younger woman said, blotting her 
lips with her folded napkin, her eyes alight, "I enjoy men 
thoroughly, and I had many beaux before I married.  I just do not 
think it proper when I do not know whether or not my husband 
lives."

	"I understand," I said, "very noble I'm sure."  She was, as her 
sister had said, a luscious young lady with a fine carriage and a 
fabulous body and lovely face.  I longed to have her, not that I was 
not delighted with the charms of her randy sister who had emptied 
me completely.

	A maid appeared, made her curtsey, and said to Estrella, 
"Two gentleman, ma'm."

	"Ah," she said, finishing her wine and rising.  "Another test.  
Come."  She licked her lips and looked eager.

	We met them at the front door where they stood fidgeting, 
both richly bewigged and wearing tight britches and fancy 
waistcoats with long tails.  

	"Ah, gentleman, I am sorry, so sorry.  I already have a visitor 
as you can see, a friend of my late husband."  She introduced me to 
the two and I crushed each offered hand, bringing gritted teeth to 
both close-shaved faces.  I put on a very gruff visage, one hand in 
the small of my back.

	"I am paying court to the lady and am her young sister's 
servant as well," I announced to their white faces.  "You are no 
longer welcome here, not ever and under no circumstances.  Be off."

	One put his hand on the hilt of his sword, and I smiled evilly at 
him.  They left hurriedly in a lacquered carriage, jabbering and 
gesticulating.

	The woman beside me nearly collapsed with laughter and then 
ran up the stairs to tell her sister.  I had another glass of red wine 
and found some tobacco for a long-stemmed pipe.  I sat on the back 
porch smoking, watching the moon rise, and counting my blessings.

	The older woman soon came, sat beside me, held my arm to 
her chest and took a few puffs of my clay pipe.  "How did you get 
such interesting duties?" she asked as her free hand fell accidentally 
into my groin and stayed there, measuring.

	"Lucky," I said.  "We are in a slow and irregular retreat.  I 
was detached to do some, well, let's call it spy work, found an old 
lady who was way ahead of me and became her helper as needed."

	"Yes," she said, stretching up to kiss my ear as she tickled my 
prod, "I understand.  I worked for the madam for a few months 
until my sister demanded I come home and help face these 
brigands."

	I puffed.

	"Pleasant evening," she said, "let's not waste it."

	"Did I see a swing out under that tree, a big one, the oak?"

	"You did indeed, plenty of room for two."

	"Let's give it a try," I suggested.

	"I'm game," she said, taking my hand.  By the time we reached 
the swing which was near the end of the outbuildings, I was well 
engorged and she had her bodice flapping open and was loosening 
her stay strings.  I sat on the wide board and undid my codpiece, 
and she lifted her skirts and perched on my knees as my root rose.  
I pulled her to me, nuzzling her full breasts and she wiggled her way 
down my pole until our bellies ground together.  Then I started 
pumping my legs and swiving her in time with the big swing's 
forward movement, withdrawing as it swept back and thrusting as 
it moved forward.  She gasped, jumped and joined in with a will, 
and we soon brought each other to the peak of pleasure and sat 
huddled together and panting like race horses, our bodies still 
conjoined as darkness fell and the swing jolted to and fro, running 
down.

	From the house came a lantern.  It was Susan, filled with 
curiosity.  We moved over, still coupled, and she sat beside us on the 
wide board and shuttered her light.  The limb above us creaked.

	"What are you two up to?" she asked very quietly.

	"Getting to know each other," I said.

	"Um," said her sister, arching back against my grip as I started 
reviving within her. "Interesting man."

	"I can't believe it," Susan said, sniffing.  I was sure she could 
smell the scent of passion because we were both dripping by then.

	"Perhaps in the morning," I said to her.  "After you have time 
to sleep on the idea."

	"Ah," said her sister, writhing as my prong flexed. "Morning, 
um."

	"I think I'd better go in," the younger woman said.

	Her sister whimpered and smashed herself against me, 
gnawing on my neck.

	"I'll come visit early tomorrow," I said, as I started moving the 
swing again with my toes, "just in case."

	"All right," she said, opening her light, looking askance as her 
writhing sister and then hurrying away.

	"Ohgod," Estrella cried as we began to bounce up and down 
rather than swinging to and fro.  The rope stretched and the thick 
limb above us groaned. Using my toes, I turned us clockwise and 
when I had wound the rope until my feet were off the ground, I let 
go and we whirled about as we coupled madly.

	When we finally got to bed, both bare as angels, I had her 
from the back, serving her like a gunner, until we were spent and 
fell on our faces, gasping like beached fish.

	"I snore," I told her when I could speak, "where shall I sleep?"

	"Small room, end of the hall," she gasped out, and I departed, 
highly pleased with my performances.

	I was barely settled when there was a banging at the front 
door.  I pulled on my britches, met Estrella and a frightened Susan 
and the top of the stairs and urged them to go back to their beds.  
The sight of the younger women in her flimsy nightdress was 
enough to get my blood flowing into my cock again, but I hurried 
down as the battering of the door continued.

	I yanked open the door, my big bayonet held down by my leg, 
to find the same two I had shooed away earlier.  Both were much 
the worse for drink.

	"Who the bloody fuck are you?" said the larger of the pair as 
he tried to force his way past me.

	I hit him low in the belly with a swinging left, and he doubled 
up and fell to his knees.  His slim companion, after some difficulty, 
produced his sword and waved it at me.

	"Urchin," he cried and then shook his head having produced 
the wrong word from somewhere.

	Forgetting I was barefoot, I kicked him in the knee, and he 
began hopping about on one foot.  As he came around, I took his 
sword from him, bent his arm well up his back and gave him a push.  
He stumbled a few steps and fell on his face.

	I half-dragged, half-pushed the two men back to the ornate 
carriage where a driver sat staring into space.  I shook the larger of 
the two, who was still trying to get his breath, and warned him 
again to stay away from the women's home.  I raised my big blade, 
showed it to him, flicked open a nostril and shoved him up into the 
rig.  Then I lifted the other man to his wobbly legs, gave him the 
same speech and the same wound and tossed him in after his mate, 
his hand to his face, sobbing.

	"Drive on," I said to the dark and the carriage rattled off.

	I went back into the house, locked the door, became aware 
that I was rigid, and hurried up to Estrella's room, eager for my 
reward.  She seemed sound asleep.

	I slapped the stupid thing down and went to my bed.

	Early the next morning, with a huge, aching erection wobbling 
before me, rising up well above the horizontal despite its weight, 
thick veined and blood-filled, feeling as hot as furnace-warmed iron, 
I made my way to Susan's bed chamber and came to stand beside 
the lovely young woman.  I rubbed the head of my gigantic prod's 
pearl of liquid along her soft lips and her eyes popped open.  I pulled 
back a bit, pushed her hair from her face as I cupped my stones, 
held my horn upright and whispered, "I have a present for you."

	She looked up at me mystified and then she saw my glorious 
morning mast, jerking and jumping hopefully before her, looking as 
thick as her wrist and as long as her forearm, its keel a rod of iron.  
She lurched back, hand to her mouth as I lifted the quilt and rolled in 
beside her, preceded by an outsized instrument of pleasure.

	I pulled her to me, kissed her open mouth deeply and we 
trapped the overheated shaft between us, throbbing like a wild 
animal and stimulating her hairy slit.  I nuzzled her throat, sucked 
her small tits, kissed her belly and then spread her legs, rising above 
her with a smile on my face but lust in my heart.

	"Please, please," she sobbed, "be gentle.  Oh, oh, oh."

	The rounded head butted its way between her wiggling lips 
and found the proper opening, small and tight-lipped though it was.  
I lifted my body on my extended arms, tensed my belly and back 
muscles and pushed steadily into her folds, keeping a smile on my 
lips as my ram bent before it made entrance way.  She held my 
buttocks and pulled, her neck arched.  

	"Ah," she cried when it popped into her and sank a few 
inches. She was awesomely tight and fiercely hot, drawing me 
deeper and soothing my aching prong as she did, squeezing it with 
steady contractions, lubricating the passage.  I could hear my breath 
coming on gasps, and she lay exhaling, mouth open and eyes closed.

	Her legs rose and wrapped about me, and it did not take us 
long to get the hungry monster fully seated and ready to work.  She 
wriggled and heaved beneath me, and it took us some time to find a 
pace and rhythm that we both enjoyed, but then we really went at 
it, no quarter asked or expected.  We shook the bed, battered the 
wall, sprung the rope knots, and tore the bedding asunder.  Damn, 
but we had fun.

	At one point her sister came into the room, stood beside the 
bed awestruck, said, "I'll see about breakfast," and vanished.

	Despite the vigor of our long and exciting coupling, Susan 
demanded that I not come in her, and I spurted the first two times 
into a soft pillow and the third and final time into her mouth.  She 
sucked, swallowed and then licked her lips, looking pleased.

	When we lay sated and exhausted beside each other, the 
woman sighed and said, "I'll not need another swiving this year."

	"It's a good thing," I managed, and she hit me in the belly.

	That evening they dressed in their best, looking as desirable as 
any two young women on the continent I am sure, and I drove them 
to a ball of some sort which was attended by most of the local 
grandees as well as British and German staff members.  There were 
yards of brassy braid.

	It was very late, well after midnight, when I was called from 
the back of the home to pick them up at the glowing front gate.  
Both were on the arms of uniformed gentlemen, and when I pulled 
down the steps, Estrella whispered, "Thought you might want 
something to take back with you."

	When we got to their home, I disarmed the hopeful Brits and 
led them back to the stable where I quickly questioned them, found 
that the older man was both stupid and vain, and butchered him for 
the benefit of his younger and more useful companion.  He vomited 
all over himself when I eviscerated the fat one.  I dragged the corpse 
off to the creek at the back of the property and stripped it bare, 
fattening my purse in the process.  Then I washed my arms, checked 
the captain's knots and hurried up to Susan's bed.

	She was sound asleep.  I tried Estrella's room with the same 
result.  I cursed the war and went to my bed.

	In the gray of dawn I brought my gift from the gods of 
passion to Estella, and she welcomed it with open arms and legs.  I 
have no idea how many times she climaxed, but I only managed to 
come twice while riding her that morning.  When we were satisfied, 
I told her I had to get back and asked how the party had gone.

	"Most men were very leery of even getting close to us," she 
said.  "I think the word is out."

	I smiled and kissed her.

	"One of our suitors was there with stitches in his nose."

	"Really," I said.

	"How did you like the men we bought home?"

	"One's worth taking back.  He seems foul coward who will 
answer any question to save his skin."

	"And the other?"

	I drew my finger across my throat.

	"You didn't?" she said, looking frightened.

	I smiled.

	After we broke our fast, I departed with my prisoner, who 
still smelled of his puke, and promised to try to get back from time to 
time.  They waved until I rode out of sight.
	



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