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Rebel 077 (Old Bill)  (MFF hist)

A Friendly Fool

	Obviously the girls did not know I could hear them.  They 
were on the other side of the basement stairs, making an inventory 
of the winter larder.  One musical voice said, "Whatever you do, 
don't let him in your bed in the morning.  The night is bad enough."

	"I don't understand," said the other girl, "I see five of those."

	"Um," said the first. "look on the next shelf.  His thing, which 
is outrageously big anyhow, is enormous early in the day, just 
enormous, like a rutting stallion's phallus, I swear to you, hard as 
iron.  This long and big around as my arm."

	"Poo," said the other, "you're just trying to frighten me."

	"You'll see if you aren't careful.  It feels like he's pushing a 
milepost into you.  I pretended to faint and he stopped."

	"You're such a story teller," the other girl said.  "Now look 
over here."

	"I swear the thing is a foot long, honestly, and you can't get 
your hand around it. I could barely hold it with both hands."

	"Did you suck him?" the other girl asked.  "There's a dozen of 
those."

	"Ha," said the first, "impossible.  You couldn't get that thing's 
head in one of those jars."


	"Well, I don't believe you," the other girl said.  "I think we 
found all of them."

	"Here, you take the lamp.  I'll go see if that's all she wants."  I 
heard one set of boots mounting the stairs and rolled out of my cot.  
My prong jutted out before me in the early morning gloom.  I 
stretched and stroked it, grasping it firmly; even I could not get my 
big hand all the way around it at it hairy base and the bulging veins 
were rope-like, the head a huge mushroom.

	Wearing only the shirt I slept in, I walked quietly past the foot 
of the stairs and found the girl with the lamp, her back to me.

	"Is that you Margy?" I said, noting the long hank of hair 
flowing down her back and her well-rounded rump.

	She pivoted about, her hair swinging widely, and her hand to 
her mouth.  "Oh," she said and her eyes went directly to my groin 
where my shirttail tented out rather grandly.

	"I thought I heard somebody," I said, yawning.

	"Sally and I were" she said and then she licked her lips and 
smiled.  "You heard us, didn't you?"

	I returned her smile and nodded.  "And you are a doubting 
Thomas."

	She nodded and raised her lamp.

	I flipped up my shirt and let the monster free, its big head 
jumping up and down and its thick stalk rising, heavy-veined, aiming 
up toward her nose.  My stones had coalesced into a tight ball up 
beneath the base of my root, about the size of a small cannon ball.  I 
weighed them in my hand.  They nearly filled it, at least five pounds 
I guessed.

	The girl took a deep breath and swallowed.

	"Do you want to feel it?" I asked, taking a step toward her, 
my spear bobbling well before me, bouncing up and down.

	She shook her head.  "No, no, I don't think so."

	"As you can see," I said, "I need some relief, some comfort."

	I heard the other girl coming back and covered myself.  She 
came around the corner and saw the Margy looking at me.  I turned 
and found Sally with a list and pencil in her hand.  

	"He heard," Margy said.

	"Shame on you," Sally said, handing the other girl her 
materials.  "Come, I'll take care of you.  She's much too young."

	"May I watch?" Margy asked as Sally took my arm.

	"No," the first girl said with a laugh, "but you can have his 
second helping.  It's much less strenuous."

	I smacked her bottom and hurried her to my cubbyhole.

	"Lie down," she told me.  "I said I'd take care of you.  
Imagine, eavesdropping.  You have no shame, scaring that poor 
child."

	I reclined, holding my prong upright at its thick base.  She 
mounted me, easing herself down on my stake after rubbing its head 
in her slot until she was juicy, her eyes closed and a hum in her 
throat.  She screwed herself on, rode me, moving from a slow walk 
to a vigorous gallop, posting and rearing up and down and crying 
out in unbridled joy.  When I finally came, spurting up into her, she 
keened and sobbed, falling on my chest with my jerking ram still 
buried in her.

	"Where is she?" Sally whispered.

	"Watching us through the curtain," I guessed.

	"Probably," she said.  "Be nice to her."

	I withdrew with some effort, and the girl rolled off and pulled 
down her dress.  She pushed at her hair and said, "Come in, if you 
dare,"

	The other girl flipped aside my curtain-doorway and stepped 
in, looking guilty.  I just lay back with my throbbing phallus flat on 
my belly.

	Sally lifted it and let it fall with a splat.  "He's about half what 
he was," she said with a laugh.  "You can have him if you want."

	Margy nodded and jumped on the bed, straddling me.  Sally 
kissed me and left, smacking her friend's rump as she did.  "You 
may be sorry," she said as the younger girl began to ease herself 
down on the fat spear I held up between her smooth thighs.

	She gritted her teeth and took it in, tight and wet as she was, 
and I let her set the pace, holding her hips and helping her rut.  It 
was a very pleasant and long-lasting joining that ended with me 
arched above her and Margy crying, "Deeper, deeper," as she 
spasmed again and again.

	The madam found me at a well-earned breakfast and sat 
beside me looking morose.  "A friend of mine," she said, "who 
certainly should know better, is making a fool of herself," she 
sniffed, "and of her whole family as well."

	I waited, chewing.

	"Her good husband is with Wayne, as brave a man as any out 
there."

	I nodded and cleaned my bowl.

	"And she has been allowing her girls to entertain British 
subalterns in her home, bring them right into the house, sit and chat, 
play games, and I don't know what all.  It's a disgrace."  She 
handed me a note.  "Take this to her and do what you can for her,  
She needs a man about the place, I'm sure of that."

	Still inflamed by the morning's exercise, I saddled my mare and 
took to the road.  By noon I had found the small farm, introduced 
myself to the charming lady of the house and delivered my message.  
She sat across from me as I ate her applesauce and ginger cake, her 
mouth pursed and her head cocked to the side, a look of doubt 
clouding her fine features.  She was a very attractive female of 
perhaps forty years, plainly dressed, but clean and neat, her hair 
carefully arranged, hardly a raging beauty but possessing a fine, 
strong body.
	"My friend is a nosy busybody, I fear," she said.
	"But a good woman," I answered.
	She nodded.  "My oldest daughter has a husband; I don't 
suppose she knew that.  But he is also away, with Lafayette last we 
heard.  She's twenty and very lonely; they were only married a few 
days, a fortnight perhaps.  My sixteen-year-old is, well, boy-crazy 
some would say, and her younger sister is trying to imitate her 
behavior."
	"Can I help?" I asked, finishing my applesauce.
	"I doubt it," said the woman whose name was Margaret W--.  
"You are not a pretty, slim, compliment-filled, fiercely-mustachioed 
young man with a fancy uniform and a world of manners."
	"True," I said, "but I do have some assets."
	"Yes," she said, with a smile, "I'm sure you must or the madam 
would not have sent you.  I think I will sample your wares and then 
talk with Susanna, the recent bride.  The other two," she snorted, 
"I'm tempted to let them entertain you and learn some manners."
	"Now?" I suggested, gauging her interest from the depth of 
her breathing.
	She lifted an eyebrow.  "Good a time as any."	
	We proceeded up to her big bedroom quietly, evidently alone 
in the house, disrobed quickly, rolled into her high bed, grappled 
ourselves together, kissed, hugged, petted, moaned, sighed and 
then joined, she upon her back, knees raised and arms open and 
welcoming.  She was deep and sinuous and we had to wiggle and 
heave more than a bit to get fully engaged.  A pillow under her 
broad hips helped some as did she when she wrapped her legs 
about me and pushed at my buttocks with her feet.  The last few 
inches went very swiftly and she gasped when I struck her womb's 
entrance.
	Soon the only sound was the noise we made exhaling, the 
slapping together of our flesh and the sounds of the bed as we 
bounced upon it.  She climaxed joyfully and then begged me to 
desist, which I did with some effort, holding my jism in until it 
subsided and my prong relaxed a bit.  My swollen stones trembled.
	"You're a champion," she said, kissing my cheek, "a prize bull.  
I will write my friend a note praising your qualities."
	"Please don't," I said.  "It might embarrass us both."
	"We should have agreed on how to terminate our pleasure, 
shouldn't we?" she asked, stroking my chest.
	"It might have helped," I said.
	"Does that hurt, stopping like that?" she asked, looking 
puzzled.
	"Some,"  I said, "and it's harder to do the second time or the 
third."
	"The voice of experience?" she said.
	"Sadly," I replied.
	Someone, a female, called her name, and she rolled out, quickly 
found her shift, and slipped into a loose gown.  "Stay there," she 
said to me, closing the door behind her.
	Ten or fifteen minutes later, a young woman appeared and 
came to stand at the bedside. She was as lovely as springtime, nearly 
overflowing her wool dress.  She took my hand, eyed the mound 
rising on my belly, and said sweetly, "Mother said you might be able 
to freshen me."
	"I'll try," I said, "Susanna is it?"
	She nodded and as she disrobed, a stimulating process, she 
told me that her beloved, a militia lieutenant and very handsome and 
brave, of course, had only managed to enjoy her a dozen times 
before being called away.  "I must say," she said quietly, "I was 
disappointed."  She pulled her shift over her head and climbed in 
beside me, her full breasts hanging in my face.  She bent and kissed 
me and I gathered her in.
	"I think we may have spent fifteen minutes joined," she said.  
"I mean all together, all those times.  I'm sure John was a virgin too."  
She kissed me again and rubbed her young body against me from 
knees to nipples.  "He came very quickly, sometimes at once.  I was 
very frustrated.  And then he was gone."
	I heard the door open behind me and the lush girl in my arms 
pulled her mouth free and raised her head.  "Get out of here," she 
cried.
	"You're so mean," said a girlish voice as the door closed firmly.
	"My sister, Jeannie," she said.  "She itching to have a man, 
tired of being a maiden.  Sixteen and hopeless."
	I gobbled up her mouth, rolled her to her back, spread her 
legs and lifted her knees pushing them back toward her shoulders 
and opening her quim as widely as I could.  Then I sank my massive 
cock into her very slowly, watching her face as I did.  Her eyes 
widened and her mouth opened but she only gasped out air as I 
filled her and then let her legs rest on my chest, her feet behind my 
head.  I held her hips, smiled down at her and we began with very 
long stokes, each ending as we ground our pubic bones together 
and my prong jerked and flexed. As thick as I was and as tight as 
she was, we fit together very well. 
	She snorted and began to spasm, clamping me firmly within 
her.  I shortened my strokes and increased their pace, and she 
enjoyed a series of climaxes of increasing strength and duration 
which ended with her bucking and undulating on my spear, arms 
flopping loosely, eyes closed and a high-pitched keening in her 
throat.
	I eased my dripping shaft from her tight confines, flipped her 
over, raised her rump and got it right back in her.  She yipped, 
heaving back and forth to match my efforts, as it seemed to delve 
even deeper.  I played in her groin with one hand, tickling her little 
prick, and caressed her breasts with my other, pinching her nipples, 
and she soon climaxed again, her head down in the covers and her 
fists beating on the quilts.  Then I rode her hard.
	Feeling myself nearing my point of ejaculation, I slid out of her 
and sat on the side of the bed.  I squeezed my ram tightly at its base 
and waited for it to subside.  She crawled up beside me and put her 
arm about my shoulders, kissing my cheek.  "Poor man," she said, 
"that was so wonderful.  I never felt like that, but I should have told 
you; I'm almost sure I am with child so you need not withdraw."  I 
turned my head and kissed her.
	My prong had lost most of its stiffness, but it was still long and 
fat.  Susanna's stroking fingers quickly hardened it, and she swung a 
leg across mine, perched on my thighs, wiggled down and leaned 
back as we held hands and then wrists.  I watched my pike enter 
her and sink slowly between her puffy lips as she lay back until her 
hair touched the floor.  She locked her legs behind me, I held her 
hips and we enjoyed each other for a good while before she pulled 
herself upright, hugged me to her and gasped out her pleasure, 
clamping me hard.  I felt myself swelling and increased my thrusts to 
a furious pace.  Then I came, having refused my body twice, and 
nearly blew the girl off my lap with a series of mighty jolts and went 
on and on until I was spent, and we rolled together, laughing and 
sobbing with release.
	"That was the best one yet," said a girlish voice.  "I thought 
you'd never stop."
	It was Jeannie and she was flushed with excitement.  She came 
and stood on my side of the bed, hands behind her.
	"You've been watching?" her sister said, still almost breathless.
	The youngster nodded.  "From the door."  She smiled.  "Let 
me see it at least."
	"Go away," her sister said angrily.
	I reached out, took the girl's hand and brought it under the 
quilts.  I laid the head of my steaming cock in her palm.  She 
squeezed.  It filled her hand.
	"Please do me," she begged.  "Take my maidenhead, pop me 
open."
	"He's much too big," her sister said.  "Show her." she nudged 
me in the back and I flipped aside the covers.
	The girl gasped and yanked back her hand.  She inhaled, put 
her hands to her mouth and ran from the room.
	Her sister laughed.
	I stayed a few more days, enjoyed myself and pleased both of 
the married women pridefully.  The other two girls I found 
whispering together from time to time but they seemed to avoid me 
when they could.

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