Kill The President's Women (Joe The Magic Man Series Book 2) (18 page)

Morris strained his eyes to see the shadowy figure of Jean being helped out of her skirt and then crawl naked onto the bed. He swallowed hard.

“We followed his Lordship to his bedroom,” he continued, “and his wife was lying naked on the bed, with three brightly lit candles on one side and three more on the other side.”

Jean was lying naked in the semi-dark, and she knew that this was going to be another unforgettable night for her, with another story to play out – whatever happened to her Ladyship in the story was about to happen to her. Jean was already aroused by Morris’ husky voice and even though Steve-e-Joe hadn’t said that Morris could share her bed yet, the four of them took it for granted that it would happen by the time story finished.

Morris strained his eyes to see Jean as she rolled round the bed but she was no more than a shadow laying there in the darkness.

He struggled on as his voice grew weaker and his throat grew drier with anticipation. “His Lordship mounted the bed beside his wife and he said to us, ‘Right lads, off with your clothes, my wife wants us to play
the Kings Messenger
.’ Well it was a bit embarrassing to say the least. His Lordship lay naked on this big bed and shouted, ‘Gather around friends!’ His wife shot up and went to kneel at the bottom of the bed. She called us to kneel by her side: the game had started and the captain and I didn’t have a clue what was going on.”

Morris felt, more than saw Steve-e-Joe crawl next to his wife, so he hurried on. “His Lordship shouted, ‘Send for the Kings messenger!’ His wife answered and crawled to his side, asking what the message was.

His Lordship shouted, ‘The King is constipated, ride straight away and get him a cure’. Her Ladyship replied, ‘Yes my lord, I’ll take the fastest horse and be back before the morning.’ And with that, her ladyship caught hold of her husband’s stiff cock, straddled him and started shagging him as if she was riding a horse.”

Morris felt a sudden draft, and realized it was his friend, Sergeant Brown taking the dividing blanket down. No one said a word so he went on. “His Lordship motioned us to his side and said to us, ‘Don’t be afraid to feel her tits, and one of you can get ready so when I say change horses, you can take her from behind. Don’t come straight away and spoil it for her, boys. We’ll let her change horses as many times as she can, until she’s exhausted or until we three are spent out.”

Jean had been dying to ask questions, but she now had a good idea of how the game worked. Steve-e-Joe was kissing her and fondling her breast, while Old Sergeant Johnny’s hands were stroking her thighs. She brought her knees up to let him have his way.

Morris’ voice was breaking in the darkness. “His Lordship said, ‘Get ready to change horses’ and the captain knelt behind her ladyship with his hand on her hips waiting. And as soon as the Lord said ‘Change!’ his wife got up from her squatting position and moved forward, staying on her knees, as she kissed her husband. The captain took her from behind and tried to shag her slowly but she wanted it faster, and in no time the captain was saying she’d have to change horses or he’d be coming. His Lordship said to pass her back to him, and as soon as the captain pulled out, she was squatting on his Lordship’s cock again. Funny thing, every time she changed horses, she kept saying she had to get a cure for the King’s constipation.”

Morris felt Johnny Brown tugging on his breeches so he knelt down and Johnny whispered in his ear, “Get your bloody clothes off!”

Morris sat down immediately and began to kick his boots off, saying, “It was my turn next and as soon as his Lordship said she needed a fresh mount, I was behind her willingly.” Morris just about ripped his shirt off and his breeches and was naked as he rushed the end of the story. “The captain and I took her twice, handing her back to her husband before the captain and I had spent out. She was in a state too so we thought that was the end of it, but then her Ladyship said that they had got the cure for the King and he shouted, ‘Where is the King’s Messenger?’ She was immediately back up on her knees, saying, ‘Here I am, what’s the message?’

What a night!”

It was pitch-black outside as well as in the tent; the dark clouds had hidden the moon and stars. Morris had found Brown’s arm in the dark and followed it down to Jean’s open legs. He nearly fainted with shock as he felt Jean wriggle with pleasure from the ministrations of Brown’s fingers. He joined in and he heard an extra moan leave her lips as he continued his story.

“You’ll never believe the message she had to take back to the King; it kind of spoilt the whole game... For me, at least.”

Morris had trailed off because he didn’t want to talk anymore; he just wanted to help Jean reach her climax, and that didn’t sound too far off.

“Don’t stop now Morris,” it was more a command than a request, “my wife is hanging on to every word you say.”

The fingers of Sergeants Morris and Brown seemed to be gently warring over Jean’s magic button – as if they were playing king of the castle with it – and it was taking her breath away. She managed to say after her husband, “Please go on, Morris.”

Sergeant Brown took Morris’ hand off and whispered, “She don’t like being rushed.”

Morris put his hand back on her silky smooth thigh, and
sighed, wishing the story would finish already.

“Her Ladyship said she had a cure for the King’s constipation, and in a singing tone he recited it.

‘Tell the King, if he wants to shit with ease.

Just place his hands upon his knees.

Give a grunt and then a squeeze.

And it will come out like chalk and cheese.
’

His Lordship and her Ladyship thought it hilarious and when they stopped laughing, the Lord asked that the cure be taken to the King hastily.

Her ladyship shouted for her horse, and once again she was astride her husband’s cock for the ride back to the King, with the captain and me as her extra mounts. The end.”

“That’s a better story than old man Morgan told me.” Steve-e-Joe whispered. “But the changing of horses was more or less the same, and that’s what her Ladyship and old man Morgan’s wife liked; the quick change over.”

Jean was in a world of pleasure with their hands arousing her a lot more than the story did, but she knew it was all part of Steve-e-Joe’s plan. He always took charge just as he was doing now.

“Johnny, why don’t you make sure my wife nice and wet? And Morris, why don’t you come and lay on the other side of her?”

“Aye lad,” Morris whispered. “I can do that.” He couldn’t believe his ears; a young lad was calling him to give his wife a good shagging. By God, he would give a month’s wages to shag a beauty like her. He found her tit and gave it a quick squeeze before he greedily shoved it in his mouth and sucked hard on it. He noticed Steve-e-Joe went quiet as they all listened to Jean’s little purring sounds turn to moans and groans.

Morris tried to let his hand go down between her legs to help Johnny Brown, but his head was planted solidly there as it bounced up and down with every thrust Jean made. Jean’s hand in the dark was making its way down Morris’ belly; he promptly shuffled up so she could reach it. She took his big cock and held it tight; he thought he was dreaming and couldn’t believe this was happening to him. He wanted to say “bugger this nonsense” and dive right into her but he cautioned himself to play it Steve-e-Joe’s way or he might find himself out of the tent on his ear. Finally, she came in a convulsive shuddering that surprised Morris for a second. She let go of Morris’ cock she went limp in her husband’s arms.

“I love you Jean,” Steve-e-Joe said, kissing. “I could listen to your moans all day long.”

“Oh Steve-e-Joe, what are you trying to do to me?”

“I’m trying to make the march up to York a happy one for you; one that you’ll remember for the rest of your life.” He kissed her ear then whispered into it, “Turn over on your belly, love. Let’s get you ready to be ‘the King’s messenger’. You’ve got three good stallions to ride you to your destiny. I want you to remember this night when you are old and gray.”

Sergeant Brown, who had still being positioned between her legs gently stroking her, moved quickly out the way for her to turn over, bumping into Morris.

Morris sidestepped, cursing the dark under his breath; it was so black inside the tent, you couldn’t see your hand in front of you. The dark clouds outside had begun to leak rain and a gentle pit-a-patter on the tent seemed to make the moment even more unreal to him. Jean had got up on to her knees and had spread her legs while he was kneeling down directly behind her. Before she had had a chance to arrange herself, Morris’ fingers had found her wetness. He leaned forward to kiss her bottom and his head bumped into Brown, who like him, didn’t especially believe in wasting any time.

“Can’t we light a candle?” Morris asked desperately.

“What, for everyone in camp to see our shadows making out with Jean?” Brown asked. He had re-positioned himself and after sliding his hand down her belly, had found her magic button. They both had a cheek of her bottom to kiss and fondle, while her husband whispered to her.

“Jean my love,” her husband crooned. “You’ve only been a soldier’s wife for two nights and you are about to have your third soldier.” He half-kissed her ear and half-whispered in it, knowing it was sending shivers right through her body. “I don’t know how many more soldiers you’ll have before we reach York City, some you’ll want and others forced on you, but I hope you’ll be as happy as you are now.”

Morris took a little liking to the act going on before him but thought it a little weird that she had just done what she was told and acted like she didn’t notice their presence. Morris couldn’t tell if this little beauty was getting turned on by her husband’s annoying talk, the adventurous probing of his hands as well as Brown’s or a combination of both. Either way, she was making all the right sounds and she was kneeling there, waiting for them to shag her and it was driving him mad.

“I don’t think I want to play the part of his lordship,” Steve-e-Joe said. “I think Johnny should play that part.”

“Aye lad, anything to keep our Jean happy,” Johnny Brown said, hitting the blanket beside Jean, happily. “Come here child, let Uncle Johnny hold you.”

Jean felt Steve-e-Joe help get astride Sergeant Brown, and when she had done so, he encouraged her to sit back. Jean didn’t need much persuasion; she felt for Johnny’s cock, caught hold of it and swung one leg over him as if she was mounting a horse. She sat back slowly with a groan on him, swallowing him slowly. She started to rock back and forth as she took him while Sergeant Brown squeezed her breasts. Morris inserted one long finger into her tiny butt hole and at the same time, he used the other to play with her magic button.

Steve-e-Joe was whispering to her and his breath tickled her ears. Indeed she was being tickled in three different holes and each one seemed to be encouraging her to take more of Brown’s thick big cock.

Jean heard her husband say, “Jean my love, I want you to imagine that you and I have been invited to a posh party with all those Lords and Ladies, that they asked me if I’d let you be the King’s messenger, and we agreed. Picture a big house with a big bedroom with loads of ladies wishing they were you. Most of them will be watching you and sipping their wine, and I’ll be sitting with them, proud of you. Picture yourself there now, and Morris, Johnny and I are all Lords that you haven’t met before, but are willing to be your mounts to take you up to York to give your husband Steve a message from the King.”

At the mention of her Steve, she cried out to him and started to ride faster. “Oh Steve I love you, I’ll find you up in York somehow.”

Then she heard Sergeant Brown croak, “Change horses!”, as she was getting too much for him. Morris sighed, and in a louder whisper, said “About bloody time too.”

Morris thought her crying out to her husband was all part of the game, but it was worth the wait as he plunged head-on into her dripping cavern.

The rest of the night was a blur to Jean and she awoke to Sergeant Brown shaking her foot.

“Come on my Lady, you’ve got chores to do.”

It was early morning and Steve-e-Joe was having a swill outside the tent, and happily singing.

Jean jumped up quickly. “Am I late? We’ve got a lot of extras to cook for today.” It struck her that she was naked as Old Sergeant Brown’s eyes lit up as he looked at her in the mild light of dawn.

“Bloody hell child, you are beautiful,” he said

Steve-e-Joe popped his head in the tent. “Aren’t you ready?”

He smiled when he saw Jean trying to hide herself. “It’s a bit late to hide yourself from your uncle; he’s already kissed and felt every part of you. Anyway I’m in a rush, sorry I won’t be able to walk you to work, so I’ll see you both tonight.”

As he walked off, he sang:

“
If you want to shit with ease,

J
ust place your hands upon your knees,

Give a grunt and then a squeeze,

A
nd it will come out like chalk and cheese.”

“I can’t quite work you husband out, he’s not the jealous type, is he?” Sergeant Brown asked, scratching his head. “He is a little bit weird at night too. You do know he’s singing that song to remind you about last night?”

Jean put one hand on her hip, and pointed one finger of the other hand at him, forgetting about her dignity. “Don’t you say anything about my husband, he’s a good kind man and he’s doing his best to keep me safe. The games we play at night are simply for me to feel safe with other men, that’s why he let you and Morris share our bed last night.”

“I know that child,” Johnny nodded as he admired her beauty, “he loves you a lot to share you like that, now get dressed and get to work.” He put his hand inside his breeches to feel his cock. “Before Uncle Johnny forgets you’re his niece and puts you over his knee to give that lovely bottom of yours a smack.”

Jean could see the lust in his eyes as she looked for her blouse. “Where’s Morris?”