She appreciated Steve-e-Joe for making it happen this way so for his sake she struggled to hang on until the sergeant finished his story, while giving them the show they wanted. She wriggled, squirmed and raised her bottom up and down in a shagging motion while purring with sounds of ohs and ahs for them.
“Well,” the sergeant went on, “the boyo wasn’t going to take her to have a shit. He told her the shit ditch was straight down and two rows over and he told her to leave the flap of the tent up for her to know which tent was hers. So I waited a spell, and then I went to have a look to see if the boyo had gone back to sleep. He had, so I pulled his flap down and went and opened mine up.
When the gull came back, she came into my tent shivering and snuggled up to me moaning about sleeping in a tent like this when she could be in a nice, warm bed back home. I made a sound of agreeing with and put my hand on her tits. She said she had missed this, so I put my hand between her legs and I pulled her tighter to me. She said she thought I was too tired for any more shagging. I moaned and quietly entered her sideways knowing she thought I was her husband. She told me how much she loved it so I kept giving it to her until I got her into a frenzy and she turned over on her back wanting more.
She pulled me on top of her and we were halfway through our second shag when she realized I had a hairy chest and her husband didn’t. She asked who I was and I said ‘Come on Pam, you know who I am’. She tried pushing me off saying she was Mary, Tom’s wife and not Pam. I didn’t get off her, I pretended to be shocked and asked why she came to my tent and shagged me like that. She apologized and while she tried to explain about the tent I started shagging her again. She asked me not to tell her husband and surprisingly, he came out his tent looking for her and whispering her name. She froze, scared stiff of being caught. I kept shagging her slowly as we heard his voice go further away, she relaxed under me and made me promise I wouldn’t tell a soul. I promised and she wrapped her legs tightly around me, asking me to be quick so she’d go back in the tent before he came back.”
Sergeant Jones couldn’t wait any longer; he buried his head between Jean’s legs, knowing she was ready to explode.
The captain got up, stripped naked and stood as proud as her husband had. She moaned and took both cocks in her hand. She whispered to Steve-e-Joe, “They are like twin cocks.”
Steve-e-Joe agreed and then he stooped to take her, pushing the sergeant out of the way. Jean kept her eyes half open as her husband sent thrust after thrust through her. She saw the sergeant strip off and let his cock hang loose. His cock was no bigger than the captain’s and Steve-e-Joe’s, but it did look a little thicker with a bigger, reddish head. Jean felt the two Welshmen were like two dogs waiting their turn to have a go at a bitch in heat. She was proud of Steve-e-Joe because he was in control and was making the captain and the sergeant wait patiently. They both knelt behind him, stroking her legs and waiting their turn like the two innocent boys that Steve-e-Joe had turned them into.
“Jean gull, come on we’ve got work to do.” Jean woke up back in her tent to hear the cook calling her name. It wasn’t even light yet.
“She’ll be there in a moment,” Steve-e-Joe called back. Then in a low tone, he whispered to Jean, “I don’t know why he’s in such a hurry, we aren’t moving on today.”
“We’re not?” Jean asked, groggily.
“No, we’re not. We move on tomorrow.” He rolled over on his side and kissed her. “You were great last night.”
“I was?”
“They swear they’ve never met a girl like you before; they reckon you’re the best soldier’s wife ever.”
Jean sat up sharply. “Why, what did I do?”
“Well, you drove us all mad for you with your little moans and purring sounds when we were only feeling you. We all took you in turns the first time and when you got on your knees for the captain the second time round, you started rocking your bottom back and forth for him and he was just poking his fingers in you to get you going again.
“I did what?” It was coming back to her as he told it, but it was still a little fuzzy.
“The captain was getting ready to take you doggy style, when you started rocking, so me and the sergeant came and stroked your bottom and kissed it. We watched you shag his fingers. The sergeant and I played with your swinging tits, your head was down and your ass was up, there was three stiff cocks waiting to take you, but we watched you and listened while you satisfied yourself in front of us. They said it was the most beautiful sight they’d ever seen. And I was glad they had a lantern for me to witness that scene.”
She did remember the captain’s fingers entering her while she was on her knees and how she played with her magic button to tease them. Jean remembered playing with herself while the three of them looked at her bottom as she made funny noises. But what’s so beautiful about that? she wondered.
“They said they couldn’t wait for tonight.” He gave her a wicked, knowing grin. “I bet they’ll have you before tonight.”
Jean got up and got ready. Last night had to be the best part of the adventure so far, even if she could only half-remember it. “Well they’re going to have to wait until tonight; the cook has got a lot of work for me.”
As Jean washed the pots and pans, she felt has if she had fallen in love with the three of them. Steve Bateman, her first lover could never be like Steve-e-Joe, Captain Morgan or even Sergeant Jones. Steve-e-Joe had turned out to be a loving, caring and understanding husband. Captain Morgan was the most handsome man she had ever seen, with his white teeth and well-trimmed beard. As for Sergeant Jones, with his bushy beard which tickled her thighs when he kissed her down below, she considered him a gentle lover.
Her thoughts were disrupted when she saw Captain Morgan walking towards her.
“Morning, Mrs. Bateman,” he said trying to hide his silly, boyish grin.
“Good morning captain.” Jean felt like a lovesick lamb, and felt her legs grow weak at the tone of his voice.
“I’m still a little hungry; I don’t suppose you could make me a sandwich and bring it to my tent?”
Jean was shocked. The request seemed a little too obvious. She looked at the cook. He shrugged his shoulders and pointed to a loaf of bread.
“Will bread and cheese be alright?” she asked the captain.
“That will do, lovely.”
Jean watched him march off while she grabbed the bread, cut some slices and added a chuck of cheese. “I’ll try not to be too long.”
The cook gave a little laugh and waved her away, knowing exactly what the captain wanted. Her smile told him Jean was more than up for it, as she hurried after him. The only words Cook could think of as she ran off were: “Have fun.”
Jean saw Sergeant Jones’ face break into a big smile as he saw her coming to the tent. He silently held the flap open for her and looked around to see if anyone was watching. The captain was sitting on the bedroll, patiently waiting for her.
“I’m afraid Steve-e-Joe won’t be able to join us,” he said with a smile. “I thought he could do with some more training if we are to turn him into a soldier, so I sent him back to your uncle for a day’s training.”
Jean wasn’t surprised. She said nothing about her husband’s “transfer” as she walked up to the captain and gave him the bread and cheese.
“I can’t stay long, the cook needs me.”
The captain took the plate from her and set it aside without taking his eyes off her. He put his hand under her skirt and she spread her legs for him. There was no shame, no pretence. The sergeant came up from behind her, cupped her bust in his big hands, and kissed her shoulder. She stretched behind her to stroke his bushy beard, knowing they’d have her on the floor with their poles buried inside her in no time. No stories this time, just pure lust. It was in their eyes and this time she was ready to be ravaged. The sergeant took her blouse off and began to pull at her nipples. The captain’s finger found her wetness and he nodded
as he found out she was more than ready for them. Jean closed her eyes but opened them immediately when she heard the familiar, barking voice of Uncle Johnny.
“Hey, soldier! Where can I find Captain Morgan?” Johnny had been running through the camp and was out of breath and patience. “Come on lad, it’s important!”
Jean hurriedly put her blouse back on and ran out of the tent. “Uncle Johnny what’s the matter?”
“They’re going to hang Steve-e-Joe! Quick, find Captain Morgan, perhaps he can stop them?” Johnny placed his hands on his knees as he bent over and tried to catch his breath. “Find him girl, before it’s too late.”
“Who’s going to hang Steve-e-Joe?” Captain Morgan came storming out of the tent, buckling up his belt with his sword and dagger attached. “And what’s he done?”
“He didn’t do it,” Jean said automatically, with tears in her eyes. “It was the other Steve! Please stop them.”
“Sergeant!” the captain yelled, “my horse quickly.”
“Aye captain,” Sergeant Jones said. He moved fast for a big man and as he went off for the horse, he shouted loud enough for half the camp to hear, “Sergeant Evans, to me.”
“To me” was their rallying call and he shouted it again has he ran to the coral.
Jean was trying to explain the accident that had occurred the day before her wedding but her words didn’t quite come out right. Mixed with the crying, it was mighty difficult to understand what she was saying. The only thing they could clearly here was her repeating at intervals, “They got the wrong man, they got the wrong man.”
“You’re not making any sense gull,” Captain Morgan said, impatiently.
“Let me explain, captain.” Johnny spoke in between gasps. “Jean was on her way to get married to Steve Bateman, and Joe or Steve-e-Joe was going to be their best man.”
“The three… us … just…friends since… children.” Jean added.
“Yes,” Johnny went on. “Well they got stopped by this woman and her two sons. Steve went and pushed the woman out of the way and she fell and hit her head on a rock and died. The three of them made a run for it in the horse and cart, and Steve told his friend Joe to go marry Jean and then join the army. He planned to meet them up in York. So that’s what they did, Jean married Joe under the name of Steve Bateman but what did the silly buggers do, they joined up using the same name. Two of the High Sheriff’s men checked the church register and then the register I signed them up back with so it didn’t take long to catch up with them.”
“So that’s why you joined the army.” Captain Morgan didn’t grasp the story in its entirety because of the breakneck speed at which Sergeant Johnny Brown had told it but he was able to gather the bottom line: Steve-e-Joe didn’t do it. As he impatiently turned, Sergeant Jones and three other riders came galloping with the captain’s horse. They slowed the horse down for him and he mounted it in one leap.
“Did they take the road back down, or the Hereford road?”
“The road back down,” Johnny shouted after them, as he heard the captain shouting for people to get out of the way. He whistled like a sheep farmer would at his dog, and his men whistled even louder, catching the attention of the people moving around and signaling them to get out of the way. Their whistling was good and sharp, for they were actually sheep farmers when there was no war to fight. They rode out of camp furiously, sounding like a wild band of banshees.
The captain pulled away from the others; his men were riding old horses and were bareback. Two miles down the road and he had caught up with them as they led Steve-e-Joe away on foot. They had his hands tied behind his back and were leading him with a rope around his neck. Captain Morgan rounded the party and stopped his horse in front of them.
“I’m afraid I can’t let you take my squire away from me, boyos.” He put his hand on his sword.
“I don’t know who you are my lord,” one of the men said, stepping forward and pulling out a document from inside his shirt, “but this gives us the right to bring this lad back for a trial in Richmond.”
“Ah Richmond, isn’t that in England?”
“It is, and this paper gives us the right to go anywhere in the whole of England even here, Redditch.”
The captain dismounted keeping an eye on them. “Redditch is the town you’re heading for just over the border.” He pointed in the direction they had been walking.
“What border? This is Redditch and this is England.”
“England is just over that brow. Down this road a mile and you’ll be back in your England.”
“Don’t listen to him Burt,” the man holding the rope said. “Out of our way sir, the lad will have a fair trial.” He laughed and pulled out a marriage certificate. “He got married just hours after killing a woman and this is the only proof we need to find him guilty.”
“You aren’t taking him out of Wales, so untie him.”
“This isn’t your bloody Wales!” the man holding the rope said hotly. “So you can piss off back to your beloved Wales and let us do our job. We are the High Sheriff’s men so get out of the way.”
“Why do you think they call it Red… ditch?” the captain asked and in his peripheral vision, he could see his men coming down the road. He answered his own question as he saw the puzzled look on their faces. “It’s a ditch between Wales and England and it’s run red with the blood of the Welsh and English who fought over this land.”
He shouted to his men in Welsh as they got closer, “Don’t speak English! I’ve just told these two they can’t take Steve-e-Joe out of Wales, I want them to think they’re trespassing on my land.” Sergeant Jones and his men dismounted and circled them.
“Hey now, your lordship we don’t want no trouble,” Burt said as he turned around to see the grinning faces of the Welshmen.
One of the captain’s men went up to him, stooped and touched his boots. He said something in Welsh and the captain and his men all laughed.
Burt the sheriff’s man stepped back and asked, “What did he say?”
“That is Tom Thomas,” Captain Morgan laughed, “and he’s wondering if your boots would fit him.”
“Hey, you bugger off,” Burt said, clearly agitated. He pulled his dagger out and pointed it at Tom Thomas. “Tell them we are High Sheriff’s men.”
Sergeant Evans went up behind the other man and grabbed his ass. “Hey, you cut that out,” the man said, jumping away from Evans’ contact. He also pulled out his dagger and waved it about.
Sergeant Evans undid his breeches, pulled out his cock and waved it at the man, laughing and shouting at him in Welsh.
“What’s he saying?” the second man asked the captain as he backed away.
“That is Evan Evans and he said he hasn’t had some English ass for a long time.”
With that, Sergeant Evans stepped forward with his penis pointing menacingly towards them, still talking to them in Welsh and laughing.
“Don’t come any closer you Welsh bastard or I’ll cut that cock off and give it back to the horse you pinched it from.”
“The other men are William Williams and Sergeant Jones!” Captain Morgan proclaimed. “They haven’t had a bit of ass in a long time either so if I was you I’d get back to England while I still got my boots and a tight ass hole.”
The two men mumbled to each other in conference but their minds were soon made for them. The great Sergeant Jones stepped forward, forcing them to drop the rope and go on their way, yelling, “You haven’t heard the last of this!” and “This will be reported to the High Sheriff!
The captain turned to Steve-e-Joe. “Well boyo, you lucky we caught up with you before they came to those trees down there.”
“Thank you captain, but I didn’t kill anyone.” Steve looked around. “We are not in Wales, are we?”
“Wales is a few days march that way. I figured they were from down south and didn’t know these parts very well.” He mounted his horse. “I believe you
didn’t kill anyone Steve-e-Joe, and you can thank Jean’s Uncle Johnny for fetching us.”
When they got back to camp, Jean and Steve-e-Joe fully explained to the captain the accident back home and admitted how stupid they were to think they wouldn’t be followed up here. Like Sergeant Johnny said, they should have just given false names when they joined up. On his part, the captain couldn’t understand why Steve-e-Joe married Jean under his friend’s name, and not under his real name of Joe Wiggins. Nevertheless, he told them he would try to find the real Steve Bateman when they got up to York.
Jean thanked Captain Morgan and promised to make it up to him for missing out this afternoon. Steve-e-Joe had a mischievous smile on his face and a glint in his eye as he told Jean about Sergeant Evan Evans threatening to shag the sheriff’s men with his big cock, and he revealed that Sergeant Evans had a big, thick cock just like Sergeant Jones. Jean sensed that Steve-e-Joe had something planed for her and Evan Evans, and that she’d find out before they reached York.
Jean’s eyes shot open at 3:13 am. She stared at the ceiling and listened to Steve’s heavy breathing. She couldn’t help but think how Steve-e-Joe was nearly hanged in her dream, and how she was at her wits end with worry.
Jean wondered if she usually moaned out load in her sleep for surely, she would have woken Steve up one of these days. She shook her head at what she was becoming in her dreams: a shameless hussy that couldn’t get enough, a nymphomaniac.
I’m even falling in love with everyone, well everyone with big pricks, she thought, smiling to herself. A picture came into her mind. It was of her kneeling in the tent and the captain fingering her until she reached her climax. How wild.
No way would she ever be able to do anything like that in real life.
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