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

by Allan J. Lewis

  “Have his way with me?” She raised an eyebrow in a questioning frown.

  “Aye, did he shag you or hurt you in any way?”

  It all came rushing back to her. “No, we were interrupted when Lord Bedford came to camp.”

  “Good, I sent old Ben over to claim that tent for Lord Bedford. Now, I owe him a favour.”

  “You sent that soldier over?” Jean stopped wiping her hair and looked at Johnny; he was taking his wet shirt off. “How did you manage that?”

  “Well, I felt awful about letting you go to Sinclair but there was nothing I could do about it. That was until I saw old Ben coming down the road leading Lord Bedford’s cortèges.” He undid his breeches and kicked them off. “I asked Ben to go and throw Captain Sinclair out of the tent in Lord Bedford’s name, and I’d explain later.”

  “Oh I see.” Jean bent forward and started to wipe her hair again, trying not to notice his long, limp cock dangling in front of her.

  “Lucky for me he came along when he did.”

  Jean found she couldn’t take her eyes off his cock; the light was fading but she could see it clearly enough. It started to swing about as Johnny wiped himself dry. Johnny put the towel over his shoulder and behind his back, caught hold of it in both hands and wiped his back vigorously, making sure his cock bounced from one thigh to the other, knowing she was looking out from under the towel that covered her hair.

  Jean had to stop wiping her hair, she wasn’t sure if the sight of his cock swinging unhinged was the reason for her loss of breath but she kept looking, and her body began to feel weak. Captain Sinclair had implied that her uncle’s cock was the biggest in the army. Jean didn’t know why but she felt proud of that fact and she was sure she’d be sleeping with Johnny as soon as it went dark.

  Johnny got to drying his cock and balls. Jean tried to look away but she only half turned.

  “You should get out of those wet cloths, lass.”

  Jean took her blouse off and began to wipe her bust, knowing she should have turned her back to him. She just couldn’t muster the will.

  Uncle Johnny marched over and took the towel of her.

  “Let me wipe your back for you.” He patted her more than wiped her. “And I’m sorry but I had to tell Lord Bedford about you. I told him you’re pretending to be my niece so I could do my friend Steve-e-Joe a favour and try to protect you.”

  Jean was wondering how Steve-e-Joe could let himself be sent on ahead, leaving her to the mercy of Johnny and Sergeant Morris to be ravaged like some street whore. They had done him a favor alright. They scared her but she had to admit she had enjoyed it. It was just unfortunate that Steve-e-Joe hadn’t been there to share it.

  Jean felt her skirt fall to the floor and her thoughts returned to the present moment. She found Johnny hard at work, patting her bottom dry.

  “Here lass, you finish drying and I’ll put the dividing blanket up, just in case we have some unexpected visitors.”

  Jean turned around to take the towel from him and put it straight to her mouth to muffle her gasp of shock. Johnny’s previously limp cock had suddenly grown into a full erection. She couldn’t explain it but at the sight of his stiff cock, her legs went weak. She took a deep breath and watched Johnny throw the blanket over the line. How could it shoot up like that so quickly?

  She stared hard at it and Johnny didn’t seem to take any notice of her. She had been told by other girls that old men like Johnny couldn’t get a stiff one unless you played with it for them. Uncle Johnny was an exception, obviously.

  “You finish drying and I’ll unroll the beds. You’ll soon be warm under the blanket.”

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  Jean watched him bend over and unroll her bed for her. Johnny straightened up in the centre of the tent and his erection was still there. His cock waved from side to side as he passed her to unroll his bed, as if it was trying to point to the top corners of the tent. What do the girls back home know about old soldiers, and how their cocks get stiff anyway?

  She crawled into bed naked, knowing Uncle Johnny would be on her side of the divider when it got dark, wanting payment for the favor he had extended towards Steve-e-Joe, the favor of looking after her.

  Isn’t it odd, she thought, that I have to let Uncle Johnny have his wicked way with me as payment for him preventing others from having their wicked way with me?

  She smiled at the nonsense of it all. The smile increased as she thought, Regardless of what happens, I will be shagged.

  “I’ll just tie these flaps tighter and then I’ll be with you Jean.”

  His words sent a shiver through her. “Okay.”

  She knew something was different. He had just called her by her name so she knew he wanted to bed “Jean”, the soldier’s wife and not his “niece”, whom he called “child”. He came and crouched over at the foot of her bed. There was still enough light to see he still had a stiff one and it wouldn’t go limp until it had finished with her. He didn’t say a word; he just let her have a good look at his cock, smiled and crawled in beside her. Jean watched him and his big cock slip under her blanket and wondered how he was going to do it tonight.

  “It’s not dark yet.” Jean had trouble getting those few words out, as she felt his nakedness against her. The shivers she felt rippling through her were not from the cold.

  “It will be, if you close your eyes.” He kissed her shoulder. “And we’ll be quite warm in no time.” Johnny kissed her ear.

  “Steve-e-Joe always kissed my ear. He said it helped to get me in the mood.”

  Johnny gave her ear another soft kiss. “I expect old man Morgan told him that.”

  “Yes, I would think so too.” Johnny’s hand had found its way up to one of her breasts and as it covered her nipple, she found it was hard.

  It’s probably the cold. I can’t be aroused so quickly, she thought.

  “You can relax, Jean love; I’m going to do you like old man Morgan told Steve-e-Joe.” He kissed her nipple. “Nice and slow… I know Steve-e-Joe would want me to get you all wet first by making you come.”

  Jean didn’t have a steady enough breath to answer him properly. “Yes… I… guess.”

  He’s calling me ‘Jean love’ now just like Steve-e-Joe calls me, Jean thought to herself. And he says he’s going to make me come!

  She felt like she would burst with excitement. His hands were all over her and she closed her eyes. She shut out the rain hammering on the tent and he heard her heart beating thunderously like it was located in her head. She gave a little moan as his hand slid down her belly to her inner thigh. Her long legs seemed to have a will of their own and they just spread for him. His hand worked its way up to her mouth; she knew what he wanted and she caught hold of his hand and shoved his two fingers in her mouth. The fingers suddenly returned between her open legs.

  She wanted to kiss him and hold him like a lover even though he was a lot older.

  “Oh Johnny love.”

  Those were her subconscious thoughts, and they flew out of her mouth without her permission. Perhaps she shouldn’t have even had such thoughts but he seemed not have heard her for he had begun to kiss her belly button. He threw the blanket off and worked his way between her legs with soft kisses, without stopping his fingers from working at her. It was exactly as Steve-e-Joe would have liked.

  The tent was in complete darkness now and she tried hard to see Johnny as he placed his head between her legs. She didn’t understand what he was about to do but she spread her legs further. As his wet tongue enclosed her magic button, she gasped sharply and moaned in understanding.

  “Oh Johnny love… what are you doing to me?”

  She put her hand on his head and held him there; this was already better than last night.

  His muffled voice spoke from between her legs. “I’m doing this for you, so you make sure you tell your husband I treated you right.”

  His tongue went back t
o work. At first, Jean started to rock from side to side, and then her bottom started to rise up and down. Jean was sure this was what a woman was supposed to do – according to old man Morgan – cry out in pleasure.

  “Oh Johnny I love you,” she cried.

  She realized she had called out the wrong name – she had meant to call out to her Steve wherever he was.

  She tried again. “Oh Steve I love you, oh Johnny I want you.” She was mighty confused as his tongue softly but relentlessly melted her magic button.

  She tried gagging herself as she knew she was making a hell of noise. It was a difficult task and she cried out recklessly as she had a lovely orgasm and her juices flowed freely. Her legs thrashed about without control and all she could say was, “Oh, Johnny, oh Johnny”. Johnny crawled up to kiss her and she tried to raise her weak legs to wrap them around him, willing him to take her there and then.

  “It’d a good job it’s pissing down outside or half the camp would have heard you coming then,” Johnny said as he fought the lustful urge to take her.

  “I just came, didn’t I?” Jean asked with a smile, in between gasps of unexpected pleasure.

  “You sure did, Jean love.” Johnny smiled at how inexperienced she was, she was really just a farm girl learning about how a man and woman’s bodies worked.

  “Your husband, Steve-e-Joe Bateman would have wanted me to make you come first, wouldn’t he Mrs. Bateman?”

  Jean wasn’t used to being called Mrs. Bateman but it sounded really stimulating when he whispered the name in her ear. She wasn’t used to being married, and it made her feel naughty in a wicked way.

  “Why Sergeant Brown, you did get me in a fluster then, I couldn’t hold back.”

  “That was no fluster, Mrs. Bateman. I’ve seen and heard many women come, some pretending and some that couldn’t hold back the pleasure and cried out, like you just did.”

  Jean lay there, fighting to get her breath back and wondered why she was calling him Sergeant Brown now and not Johnny or Uncle. Her subconscious seemed to answer for her: he had called her Mrs. Bateman, her official name and she had returned the favour by calling him Sergeant Brown.

  “I guess you’re right sergeant, my husband would be glad you made me come first.”

  She felt like telling him to get on with it but he seemed in no hurry tonight as he kissed her and his hand went from her left nipple to her right nipple and then to her third nipple, her magic button.

  “Oh sergeant, what’s next?”

  She wondered if this was a game. Most likely not because she wasn’t calling him “Uncle Johnny” and he wasn’t calling her “child”. Her thoughts were, He’s treating me like a woman and I’m acting like a wanton woman.

  “Well Mrs. Bateman,” Johnny kissed her ear gently, just like her husband did to her, “I’m going to finger you until you beg me to shag you.”

  Jean didn’t know if it was the gentle whispering, or what he said itself, but she gave an unexpected sigh. “Oh yes that’ll be great, sergeant.”

  She grabbed the back of his head and gave him a hard passionate kiss before her thoughts spoke out for her again. His fingers dove into her and slowly rocked her in and out. After a while, she had to break the kiss and moan out loud.

  “Oh sergeant, I like it.” She held on to his head as he went down to suck one breast. She held him there just like a mother feeding her baby. Her moans were getting louder and she missed Steve-e-Joe as he wasn’t there to tell her what to do.

  “You take your time, Mrs. Bateman.”

  Jean was enjoying their progression from Jean and Johnny to Mrs. Bateman and Sergeant Brown.

  “Oh Sergeant Brown, you sure know what a woman likes.”

  This must be how grownups talk she thought, as she grabbed his throbbing cock. “And they say this is the biggest cock in the army, don’t they?”

  “Aye they do, you take your time and I’m ready when you are, but you’ve got to beg me.”

  The words seemed to send her over the edge. “Please oh please, shag me now!”

  “What?” the sergeant asked, feigning deafness.

  Jean felt more than a little wicked talking like this; she would never show her Steve this side of her character. “Oh, I’m nearly there sergeant, so PLEASE, shag me nice and slow, sergeant. Now!”

  The sergeant nodded and aligned his waist with hers. He reached down to hold his raging pole and swiftly guided it into her. He took her as she had asked, but it wasn’t as slow as she wanted and it was quicker than she had hoped for. When he was done and lay on top of her gasping, he looked down at her but Jean had no complaints.

  “Oh my God, sergeant; that was great!”

  “Bloody hell Mrs. Bateman, you’re the best shag I’ve ever had.” Johnny couldn’t believe his luck in coming across her and her husband. To top it all, Jean was all his tonight and he was going to look after her the best he could.

  He rolled off her, pulled her to him and held her in his arms. “I’m going to look after you, Mrs. Bateman until we catch up with your husband.” He kissed her and grabbed her tits. “And that was a bloody marvelous shag.”

  “Thank you sergeant,” she kissed him back and her hand went shamelessly to his wet, half-limp cock. “My husband will be grateful for the way you’re looking after me.” She snuggled up to him, guessing that when they both had their breath back, he would finger her again to get her in the mood and take her from behind doggy style. Then, he’d have more staying power.

  “So what’s next Sergeant Brown?”

  Johnny gently pushed her on her back. “Well well, before Uncle Johnny says good night to his niece, there’s just one thing she’s got to do for him?” His hand didn’t leave her lovely tit.

  Jean realized he had gone back to calling her niece and she wondered what that meant. There were a few things racing through her mind that he might want her to do, and her bottom tightened. She asked nervously. “And what is that then, sergeant?”

  His leg was resting on her thigh and he was tempted to fall back between her legs but he resisted, kissed her ear and whispered, “I would like Mrs. Bateman to show my niece Jean how to make herself come, like some of the lonely soldiers’ wives do.”

  Jean nearly shot up at the request. “What? Sergeant, I don’t know what you mean!”

  “Jean love, how long have you been married?” He went on to answer for her, “not quite two weeks and you just asked me today if I had made you come. You wasn’t sure what that feeling was, was you?”

  Jean knew that it was a stupid question to have asked him then.

  “I was just kidding,” she said.

  Johnny kissed her ear again and moved his hand down to her magic button. His fingers gently rubbed it and he said, “Jean lass, until you were married I bet you didn’t know you had this little pleasure nipple?”

  “I did, but I didn’t touch it.”Jean felt a little embarrassed talking about it. “Ma told me if that if girls touched themselves down there, the devil would come up and take them.”

  That deserved a kiss on the lips and a hug; she really was a young girl growing up fast. Johnny caught hold of her hand, put one finger in his mouth and sucked it.

  Jean kind of knew now what he wanted her to do. Her suspicions were confirmed when he took her finger out of his mouth and placed it on her magic button.

  “Sergeant I don’t know if I can do it.” She was shaking her head. “Not with you here.”

  “Never mind about me as Sergeant Brown or Uncle Johnny. Just do it for you, you’ve missed out on a few years of playing with yourself so let me hear you moan and groan with the pleasure it’ll bring you.”

  Jean breathed out and started to move her fingers around, slowly, unsurely, like a child testing the temperature of a lake before wading in. Johnny encouraged her by caressing her breasts and kissing her ear in the annoying way that Steve-e-Joe did.

  “Oh,” a little, unexpected croak escaped the back of he
r throat. It was more of a purr than a moan and she was glad it was dark and he couldn’t see her face for she was beginning to enjoy the experience.

  “You take your time Jean love, the night is early yet,” he whispered as softly as he could, “and when we next meet up with your husband and he has a story to tell, I want you to tell him I held you in my arms while you played with yourself. I bet he’ll ask you to do it for us while he tells one of his stories.”

  “Ah, oh, Serg… Johnny…” She didn’t know what to call him and she knew she couldn’t keep quiet any longer as a big moan tumbled out. “Oh Uncle Johnny, please.” He seemed to be acting like her uncle, and she felt like a young girl discovering the pleasure for the first time. “Please help me, Uncle Johnny?”

  “You’re doing fine child. Just be patient and you’ll soon get the knack of it and find out why they call it a magic button. And go ahead, cry out! There’s no buggers out in this rain to hear you.”

  He was right, it truly was magic. As she rubbed her hands round and round her swollen, tender button, she began to feel an intense pleasure building up, a pleasure that seemed larger than her body could contain. Her moans and groans grew to cries of pleasure as her body shook uncontrollably. Jean knew there was no going back and she couldn’t stop now even if he asked her to.

  She climaxed.

  Her body spasmed in the dark and her breathing was ragged and irregular. Johnny gave her a few moments and Jean found she had a wonderful, satisfied feeling inside her. She had done it in front of him!

  Within the last few nights, Johnny had turned her into a soldier’s wife and now he had turned her back to a young girl: a tiny, satisfied child numbed with pleasure. She turned into his arms and then broke down, shedding tears in his arms.

  “There you are child, all grown up now and tomorrow night it will be a lot easier for you. Now that you’ve found out what pleasure you can give yourself, there’ll be no stopping you.”