Kill The President's Women (Joe The Magic Man Series Book 2) (15 page)

“Oh yes, and it’ll be easier for me to protect you if you’re in the middle.” Sergeant Brown whispered from the other side of the tent divider.

Jean whispered back to the both of them with a hint of naughtiness in her voice. “This is like that young married couple when they let Buster share their bed, isn’t it?”

“That’s just what I was thinking,” Steve-e-Joe whispered back in her ear, “funny how things work out isn’t it?”

Jean’s words were like music to the Sergeant’s ears and his randy body. Her willingness was more than he could have ever expected for it was like a dream come true that a beautiful, young girl such as Jean would even be inclined to roll in the sheets with him. His story of Buster seemed to have worked wonders on her and the only thing left was to confirm if her husband would join them.

“Steve-e-Joe, before you get into bed, I think you can take the blanket down, just in case it gets cold later on and your lovely wife wants an extra blanket.”

“Okay sergeant,” Steve-e-Joe said, quickly pulling it down and throwing it by their feet, “But we’ll have to put it back up before morning. We don’t want people talking, after all Jean is your niece.”

“Aye lad, we’ll put it back up.”

Sergeant Brown looked to see the blanket gone and a vague, curved figure kneeling at the foot of the bed. It was very dark and he could barely make her out.

“Come and lie here, by me, child. Under my protection.”

Jean crawled into the flat bed and edged closer to her new uncle.

“We’ve never shared a bed with someone before have we, Jean love?” Steve-e-Joe asked. He was just as excited as Jean. He couldn’t believe he was offering his newlywed wife to their protector.

“No Steve-e-Joe, are you going to be alright with it, love?” Jean’s heart was racing away in anticipation of what was about to happen to her. This really was like the Buster scenario, the only difference being that “Uncle Johnny” wanted payment before the job, not after.

Steve-e-Joe kissed her cheek. “You know what we said before we started out, that this would more than likely happen, and I told you I wouldn’t mind as long as you called my name out.”

Johnny couldn’t believe his ears and as soon as Jean’s head rested on the blanket, he scooped up a handful of her breasts.

“Old man Morgan taught you well, love.” Jean said, squeezing Joe’s hand “I’m glad you’re the understanding husband and not the jealous kind.”

Old Sergeant now had her tit in his mouth and he sucked at it like a malnourished child. He didn’t know what stories these two kids were telling themselves and he didn’t care; he had a young, firm pair of tits to play with, and the lass didn’t seem to mind.

Steve-e-Joe had snuggled up against her and was whispering in her ear “You’ll get to see different villages, towns and York City, and when the war is over we’ll settle down and talk about this adventure for the rest of our lives.”

Steve-e-Joe tried to place his hand over her chest and found Old Sergeant was playing with her nipples. The sergeant didn’t act like he had felt any intrusion. He moved his hand slowly down her belly, expecting her to suddenly stop him. She didn’t; she kept discussing with her husband albeit in whispers, sighs and gasps.

“It’s sad that we won’t be able to tell the kids about Uncle Johnny.”

Uncle Johnny’s hand had reached her thighs and he gently stroked them. She lifted her knees and let her legs part. His touch made her gasp and she stopped talking altogether as his finger entered her smoothly, making her moan in pleasure.

“This is like the Buster story, isn’t it,” Steve-e-Joe whispered annoyingly in her ear.

“Oh yes, and we needed a tent to... oh... oh...”

“Has Uncle Johnny got a big cock like Buster?” Steve-e-Joe teased her.

Sergeant Brown felt Jean grab his cock and he said, “They don’t come much bigger laddie, I can’t fight like Buster the legend but I can shag just as good as he.”

Jean was breathing harder now, the Sergeant’s fingers were steadily prying her open and she had reached out her hand to Joe’s crotch such that she was now holding both their cocks – one in each hand.

“Is your Uncle Johnny’s bigger than mine?” Joe asked.

“Oh yes, it feels huge.”

Jean was smiling in the dark and couldn’t wait to pay her protector. She said, “It feels just as big as Buster’s must have been.”

“Then like the story, I better go first,” Joe said.

“Oh yes please and don’t be long.” Jean whispered back, not believing how eager she was. As much as she wanted to travel and see York, it was her first love, Steve she believed she was doing this for. She had had visions of being raped often by many of the soldiers travelling with them and she didn’t look forward to that but she never thought she would have the sort of lustful feeling like she had now with the two horny men in her bed.

“I better get you nice and wet first,” Steve-e-Joe said and kissed her ear. “It will be just like we did on our wedding night. Only this time, I’ve got Uncle Johnny’s help to keep you in the mood.”

“I can do that for you laddie.” Johnny had already been working away with his fingers, like a wingman fully in tune with his friend’s urgent needs.

“Would you like that, Jean love?” Steve-e-Joe whispered in her ear.

“Oh yes!” At this point, Joe’s whispers were sending a tingling feeling through her.

Johnny crawled up between her legs and had his tongue working away faster than his fingers. The change of sensation was dazzling to Jean; she arched her back as his wet, warm tongue flicked her magic button and its surroundings. In no time, she was moaning loudly and Sergeant Brown had to raise his head to say, “Keep her quiet, laddie! They’ll hear her three tents away.”

Steve-e-Joe kissed her to try to shut her up but as the Sergeant went back to using his mouth, Steve-e-Joe’s efforts failed. Jean’s moans came even louder and her husband had to put his hands over her mouth as she gasped to a near-climax.

“She’s ready for us now lad, you take her first,” Sergeant Brown said.

“Just keep going, she likes a finger shag first, it gets her in the mood for the rest of the night.”

“Get her in the mood? For Pete’s sake, she’s just about begging for it, laddie.”

The sergeant reluctantly continued with his fingers and watching her, it was all he could do to stop himself from falling on her and finishing her off himself as she bucked towards his long fingers. The tiny part of his brain still functioning logically at that moment managed to tell him that he had rather not spoil the party for Steve-e-Joe or himself in the coming weeks, so he went with what they wanted. He continued to work at her with his fingers until in a shuddering rush and a scream that penetrated Joe’s hands over her mouth, she climaxed and slumped in an exhausted pile.

She wearily grabbed Steve-e-Joe and he smiled at her as he kissed her. Old Sergeant almost smiled as he watched them kiss each other, wishing he was young and learning all about love again.

But this isn’t why I’m here,
he reminded himself. And so, he went back to kissing her between her legs, still not believing his luck of having them share his bed.

Jean turned Steve-e-Joe’s head so she could whisper in his ear. “Old man Morgan must have told Uncle Johnny about my magic button, I think he’s trying to eat it.”

“That’s the way sergeant, you get my wife in the mood like that for me one more time, and then she’ll be ready for you.”

About bloody time
, the Sergeant thought, but he kept quiet and continued to work underground. After some intense work down there, he felt her honey stream flow again.

Oh here we are! Would you just look at her? She’s heading straight towards boiling point,
the sergeant said to himself.

He couldn’t see much in the dark but her moans told him she was more than ready.

“Thank you, sergeant. Let’s see if you can do a better job at keeping her quiet than I did.”

Jean was living in an unbelievable moment, and she tried to stifle an enormous cry of pleasure as Steve-e-Joe entered her and began pumping away while this stranger whom she called Uncle Johnny was holding a hand over her mouth telling her half the camp could hear her.

She managed to pull his hand away to get her breath, and cried out, “Oh Steve-ee!”

Uncle Johnny kissed her to shut her up, and she was surprised that she didn’t mind; she even kissed him back. Steve-e-Joe slowed down the pace and began to take his time. He was pumping away slowly and kept his torso elevated so Jean could continue receiving attentions from Uncle Johnny’s mouth.

She heard Steve-e-Joe’s whispers, as if coming from far off. “Jean, you could still change your mind, I could say the army life is not for us, I’ve still got a week to make my mind up. What do you want to do?”

Steve-e-Joe had specifically waited until she was just about to climax, knowing she couldn’t very well stop herself.

“I want, oh... to...oh... see-e-e, Yo-o-r-k City-e-e.”

She couldn’t really talk and didn’t want to even think of answering a stupid question as she was just about to have another lovely orgasm. Steve-e-Joe pushed Johnny to one side and leaned over to give Jean a long, hard kiss, while maintaining the tempo.

“Sergeant,” Steve-e-Joe said, “looks like you’ve got your work cut out protecting my wife. She’s determined to see York!”

“Laddie, will you cut with all the talking and get on with it so she can pay me for protecting her before she changes her mind.”

“There’s... no... rush... sergeant,” Steve-e-Joe said in between strokes. “I’m sure Jean is as eager to find out if you are as good as Buster, as am I. Fear not, I’m nearly ready for you... to... shag... my... wife.”

Steve-e-Joe was teasing the sergeant as much as he was Jean and the sergeant was getting frustrated. “Bloody hell lad, let me have a go or I’ll be have a bloody heart attack waiting.”

Jean was thinking the same and both men, as they argued, seemed to forget about keeping her quiet. Her moans grew louder until she cried out once again to her true lover, “Oh Steve, I love you, oh yes.”

Steve-e-Joe covered his mouth with hers until they were both spent and then he rolled off her and held her. “Oh my! You are good, Jean. You could give anyone a heart attack, old or young.”

“Oh, Steve-e-Joe I thought I was going to pass out or have a heart attack myself.”

The couple kissed again, and Jean could feel Uncle Johnny pulling her legs towards him. She wasn’t surprised; she knew he couldn’t wait to shag her with his big cock.

“Oh Uncle Johnny, be gentle with me?”

He didn’t answer; he simply pulled her closer and positioned himself.

“Oh, Steve-e-Joe I’ve got to pay Uncle Johnny. You really don’t mind, do you?” she asked.

“Bloody hell, don’t you two ever stop talking?” he quipped before her husband could reply.

Old Sergeant parted her legs as wide as they could go and with precision entered her. Ignoring her screams, he fully pushed himself in her with one deep, slow stroke.

“You brute!” he heard her husband growl.

Old Sergeant paid no mind to the comment. He drilled Jean’s insides with all the force of a real horse. He saw the husband close her mouth and he smiled as he fired away. He didn’t fire away for too long though; the wait had been agonizing for him and he was spent in no time.

When he had gotten his breath back he said. “Steve-e-Joe, you don’t know how lucky you are! My niece is not only the best-looking girl in England but she’s the best shag in the world.” He turned on his side to face her and cupped one of her tits in his hand. “I could play with these all day.”

“Can’t argue with you there, sergeant, but... if you could hold my wife for me, take her in your arms and give me a hand to get her all worked up again,” – Steve-e-Joe rolled Jean over half on top of the astonished sergeant – “I think I’ll take her from the side like Buster did and you can try to keep her quiet.”

The sergeant didn’t say a word; he obeyed and pulled her closer. His hands slid down between her legs, and she made no sound other than gave a little moan as his fingers entered her, then another moan as her husband’s fingers joined his from behind.

Jean, determined to share the pleasure around, began to stroke the sergeant’s cock. His eyes widened for though he had shared a woman before, it was nothing like this. As he kissed her to suppress her moans, she kissed him back passionately. He couldn’t say he had had such a kiss before and he was surprised that it was coming from a girl her age. He was also surprised at the lustful state they had got her in.

His tongue was in her mouth and she sucked on it with a purring sound. At the same time, she lifted one leg and hooked it around his waist to give both of them more room for their fingering.

In between kisses, he managed to whisper “God, I think I’m in heaven and found myself an angel.”

Somehow Jean knew that Old Sergeant couldn’t wait to take her again and it turned her on even more. She was sandwiched in between them with Steve-e-Joe kissing her ear and driving her mad.

“Steve-e-Joe, I’m ready for you now,” she said to him.

“Not yet, my love. You just relax and get to know the sergeant better, and leave us to make you come. You’re a soldier’s wife now.”

Jean didn’t argue. She loved it and she knew it was all part of her adventure, just the way Steve-e-Joe wanted her to play it. She was holding the sergeant’s cock and couldn’t believe he hadn’t hurt her when he just took her. It had felt wonderful and she wanted him again. Steve-e-Joe whispered in Jean’s ear that she had better lay off the old man’s cock or else he might be coming before her.

Jean then relaxed in Old Sergeant’s arms and kissed him until she reached her climax. She was sweating and limp in their hands as they both kissed her and gently stroked her all over.

“Oh... oh... I’m ready. I can’t take much more of this; my nerves are trying to jump out of my body.”

“Right, it’ll be a quick shag from me and then you’ll be more than ready to take Uncle Johnny, the stallion style way.”

Steve-e-Joe lay down beside her and made love to her slowly while she continued to kiss Old Sergeant passionately.