Message-ID: <48201asstr$1086984603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Mail-Format-Warning: No previous line for continuation: Wed Aug 14 16:30:23 2002Return-Path: <oldbill2@comcast.net> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com From: oldbill2@comcast.net X-Original-Message-ID: <061120041209.5686.40C9A0E8000E611F000016362200750744CD0404070D0B0401@comcast.net> X-Authenticated-Sender: b2xkYmlsbDJAY29tY2FzdC5uZXQ= X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 11 Jun 2004 12:09:13 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} Rebel 076 sisters (MFF hist) Lines: 464 Date: Fri, 11 Jun 2004 16:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/48201> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, dennyw <1st attachment, "Rebel 076 sisters.txt" begin> 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. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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