Kill The President's Women (Joe The Magic Man Series Book 2) (39 page)

“How is that then?” Tom Thomas asked, intrigued.

“Well our daughter shared our bedroom since she was born and she pissed in the same pot as me and the wife. When the daughter grew older, she started seeing this boy in town, and my wife made her promise she wouldn’t do anything silly until she was married. Then one night my daughter had a piss, and she sounded just like my wife pissing: a big gush where before it was only a long, whistling sound. I told the wife she wasn’t no virgin anymore.”

They all laughed. Jean didn’t hear the full anecdote but she knew she was somehow the butt of the joke. It didn’t bother her so much for she felt she was one of them now. Steve-e-Joe whispered in her ear that they were more than likely all married men that had heard a woman peeing before and that it was no big deal. When it seemed all the men had used the bucket, Steve-e-Joe went and emptied the bucket into the river, then came back and lay in bed. Jean followed suit and waited, heart in mouth. The captain bade his men goodnight, turned the low lantern even lower and came to lay next to Jean with the sergeant next to him.

Jean whispered good night to the captain and the sergeant and they both turned their backs on Jean and Steve-e-Joe. In some minutes, the loading and unloading finished, the crew came below deck and everything went quiet.

A lot of the men fell asleep quickly and their low snoring sounds filled the ship. Jean listened to the creaking and groaning of the ship and in the middle of it all, she thought she heard the squeak of a rat. She turned to Steve-e-Joe who was almost asleep.

“Did you hear that?” Jean sat up to see what it was but the lantern had been turned really low and the ship was in near-darkness. She shook Steve-e-Joe. “I think it’s a rat.”

Steve-e-Joe pulled her back down. “I expect it is, but if you leave them alone they go foraging somewhere else once they’ve sniffed around.”

“Sniffing around!” In terror, she pulled the blanket around her neck. “I hate rats.”

“Go to sleep, love”

Jean hoped the trip to London wasn’t going to be like this every night; she hadn’t even left the dock yet and she was already missing the land. She wriggled her bottom into his belly.

“I can’t sleep,” she whispered to Steve-e-Joe.

He whispered back to her, “You can’t sleep because you haven’t had a good shagging.”

Jean knew he was right. She was in bed with three men that would normally be shagging the life out of her but it wasn’t happening and she was missing it terribly. Steve-e-Joe’s hand rose and fell to fondle her breasts. She lay on her back to encourage him. “Oh Steve-e-Joe, I don’t like being locked up down here with the rats and I don’t like being on a ship, I’m afraid it’ll sink and you know I can’t swim.”

He kissed her gently, knowing the one thing that would take her mind off it. “Do you think you could sleep if I was to finger-shag you quietly? Do you think you’d be able to take it without waking up the whole ship?”

A rush of excitement went through Jean. She believed he intended to get her to climax and she wasn’t sure she could come without making a noise. “You can’t, the men will hear me!”

“What if I was to kiss you hard and long to keep you quiet?”

“Oh Steve-e-Joe we can’t,” She stroked his face. “I wouldn’t be able to keep quiet enough even with you kissing me.”

“With Sergeant Jones snoring so loud, I doubt they’d notice a little moan from you.” Steve-e-Joe’s hand went down under the blanket and pulled her skirt up to her belly. She didn’t stop him. “We could lift the blanket up over our heads to smother some of your cries and you could try hard to be quiet.” He leaned over her and kissed her. “You could try coming without crying out, ‘Steve I love you’, you know.”

Jean put her arms around him and pulled him half on top of her. “If I get too noisy, you have to stop.” Jean looked down towards the dimly lit lantern. It was too dark to see if anyone was up and it was fairly quiet, except for the snoring of the men. Jean lifted her knees and let her legs split under the blanket.

“Kiss me,” she said. She had an urge that needed satisfying if she was going to sleep tonight and if anyone was awake she hoped they wouldn’t hear her as they hid under the blanket. In no time her first moan escaped loudly and had to be smothered with a kiss. “Oh Steve-e-Joe, you’re so good to me,” Jean whispered as she started to raise her pelvis to meet his fingers hoping a quick fix would let her relax and she’d be able to go to sleep.

“She can’t sleep,” Steve-e-Joe whispered when he saw the captain turn over towards them and put his head under the blanket.

Jean closed her eyes and held her breath to try to keep quiet. She felt the captain’s breath on her neck and found that he had lifted their blanket over him and was now resting his head on Jean’s shoulder.

“I think we’re all missing the same thing, boyo,” the captain said.

Jean felt him raise her blouse out of her skirt and then start to squeeze her breasts. She smiled to herself in the darkness. How she was going to keep quiet with the both of them working their magic on her, she didn’t know. She just hoped Sergeant Jones would snore a bit louder for she knew she wouldn’t resist if he awoke and made to join the party. She bucked up and down as they took their time getting her there and she struggled to make no sound as the waves of pleasure washed over her.

Steve-e-Joe had managed to kiss her all the way through it, until she had reached her climax. Sh
e pulled away from their kisses in attempt to get her breath back. She was surprised to see the captain begin to suck on her piercing nipples. She was glad she had managed to not wake Sergeant Jones though; he was still snoring as loud as ever.

“Are you feeling better?” Steve-e-Joe asked her. He smiled in her face as she grabbed him gave him a big smacker of a kiss.

“Oh yes.” For a moment or two Jean had forgotten she was on board a ship.

“She’s getting there,” Captain Morgan said, and then he kissed her gently, opening his lips and letting their tongues touch.

Jean let out a little moan as the handsome captain put his hand between her legs, to share her with Steve-e-Joe’s hand. Their fingers played her favorite game, a game she didn’t have a name for but a game they could play all night if they wanted too – it was the captain’s turn to make her come with his “finger feeling”. That was the only name that came to mind when she thought about it and she gasped deeply as the captain played it with her.

She seemed to be in heaven with her husband kissing her breasts and the captain trying to smother her cries of pleasure with his kisses. Once again, Jean had reached her climax courtesy of the two men she adored the most in the world. She let her idle hands wander until she found their cocks, they were rock hard.

With panting breath, Jean whispered in a quiet, husky tone. “The twins are awake.” That was met with a little “ah” of agreement from the both of them. Jean tried to look into the darkness to be sure once again that no one was up. She couldn’t see anything beyond the lantern, which she could almost swear was a little brighter or had been moved up a little closer.

Maybe my eyes are just getting used to the dark,
she thought.

The captain’s rich voice beside her made her immediately forget the lantern.
“Steve-e-Joe, are you going to pull rank on me again and be the first to take your wife while she’s in the mood?”

“I think I will Captain Morgan, and will you do the honor of trying to keep my wife quiet for me, sir?”

“That will be a pleasure squire, and will you return the favour and try to keep your wife quiet, while I’m shagging her?”

“I certainly will captain, so will you hold her for me now please, sir?”

Jean knew all this silly whispering was for her benefit and she loved it. Steve-e-Joe rolled her on her side and into the arms of Captain Morgan then he caught hold of her bare hips and pulled her round bottom closer to him. Jean tried to pull the blanket up to their waist to hide her bare legs, just in case someone was to wake up.

Her husband placed his lips behind her head, kissed her ear and whispered nonsense in it while he reached forward to squeeze her breasts. She held the handsome captain’s head in her hands and she kissed him nonstop, while he reached down to play with her magic button. Jean’s moans of “oh” and “ah” became muffled “mmm’s” as the captain smothered her with a long hard kiss. She was getting to that point where both men knew they would soon claim their reward for being so patient with her.

And Steve-e-Joe did just that. He parted her legs, and positioning himself, he slid in from the side, pushing himself all the way in. With every stroke, Jean could feel the blanket slipping down their legs to their ankles but she was too far gone to really worry about it. Sandwiched in between them, she came, bringing Steve-e-Joe along with her at the same time but Jean continued making the shagging motions of pushing her bottom into her husband while they both held on to each other until she slowed down and took a deep breath, recovering
from the quietest shag she had ever had.

As Jean tried to get her breath back – with Steve-e-Joe panting in her ear nearly as loudly as she was – she continued to dish out small kisses to the captain.

“Squire, I must say your wife is a good kisser,” Captain Morgan whispered as he rolled Jean on to her back and grabbed one tit firmly. “And she’s got big, firm tits that I love to play with.”

“Why, thank you captain, I love those tits as well. My wife has also got a lovely, big firm ass,” Steve-e-Joe whispered back.

“Has she?” Captain Morgan undid her skirt and took it off. “May I have that lovely big firm ass over here, squire? Just so I can see how lovely and firm it is?”

“Why, of course Captain Morgan.” Steve-e-Joe grabbed Jean by the hips, pulled her towards him and gave her a quick kiss. “Be my guest captain, I’m sure you’ll find everything to your satisfaction.”

Jean let them play their games with her, thinking how lucky she was: how many husbands would share their wife with the most handsome man in the world? As she responded to Steve-e-Joe’s kisses, she found she could see him a little clearer than she could a few minutes earlier.
My eyes must really be getting accustomed to the dark
, she thought. She looked down the ship; the lantern seemed to have moved another beam closer. She squinted hard to try and see past the lantern, but everything beyond the lantern was doused in darkness. Somehow, she half-expected to see Sergeant Jones appear and kneel by her feet but he was snoring so loud she couldn’t hear the rest of the men snoring. He was deeply asleep.

“Your wife truly has a fine ass on her,” the captain said, rubbing his hands down Jean’s back. “How long have you had her, boyo?”

Jean felt Steve-e-Joe’s hand go between her legs and the captain turn her bottom to him. She pushed her hips back into the captain and let them both take their time with her, saying silly things about her as if it was the captain’s first time with her. Perhaps it was their way of helping her forget she was aboard a ship and it was working. As soon as Steve-e-Joe found her magic button, Jean completely forgot about the moving lantern and played the part of the young wife being offered to her husband’s boss.

“Oh I married this wench just over two months ago,” Steve-e-Joe said. Jean had given her first moan so Steve-e-Joe knew the time for talking was almost over and he had to try and keep her quiet. He kissed her hard and Jean put her hand around the back of his head, holding on tight.

“Two months, you say. You’ve done a good job of keeping her in shape.” Captain Morgan had also noticed the lantern had moved up a total of three beams closer to them but he said nothing. He saw a hand come up from behind the lantern and turn it up a bit brighter and then watched, amused as the hand returned to the darkness behind. It was clear to him that all the crew and all his men (except Sergeant Jones) were awake and watching them. It was also more than likely that every one of them would have their stiff cocks in their hands.

He smiled to himself and lifted one of Jean’s legs over her husband, pushing her half on top of Steve-e-Joe and exposing her ass to the men. He got up on his knees and kissed each cheek, opening and closing the crack of her ass. When he had teased the men and shown them enough, he lay back beside her and waited until Jean was ready.

“You’re right squire, that’s the best English ass I’ve ever seen.”

Jean couldn’t take it any longer. She slid off her husband and shoved her bottom up to the captain. He entered her with Steve-e-Joe’s twin cock and stroked away. She was having so much pleasure, to prevent herself from screaming out, she was kissing Steve-e-Joe as hard as she could, trying not to let out a sound. Her lips hurt but she kissed him still for she couldn’t afford to cry out. She felt the captain explode inside her and she followed soon after in the quietest climax she could muster. She held back her cries of pleasure, managing to turn them to purrs and murmurs of satisfaction.

Jean let the captain roll her on to her back; he sucked one of her tits and gave the other one a gentle squeeze. He kissed his way down to her belly while she was still fighting to get her breath back and she wearily spread her legs for him. His fingers found her swollen mound and began to rub her magic button.

It was all too much for her and so she pulled the captain up to her, telling him, “Captain gave me a minute and your squire’s wench will be ready for some more.” Jean lay there, exhausted, with her knees up and her legs open. Her eyes were closed and she couldn’t believe what had just happened. She was in paradise until she opened her eyes.

The lantern was definitely closer; there was no doubt about that anymore. It was far brighter than it had been when it had first been brought down. Jean shot up and grabbed the blanket that was down by her feet.

“Someone has moved that lantern.” She whispered in horror to Steve-e-Joe.

Steve-e-Joe turned to look. He had to agree. “Yeah, how did that get up here?” He got up and tucked his cock in his breeches. “I’ll put it back down by the bucket.” He took the lantern and walked the short distance to its original position. He hung it above the bucket and as he walked back, he peered into his surroundings, trying to determine if any of the men were awake.