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

by Allan J. Lewis

  “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,

  Just place your hands upon your knees,

  Give a grunt and then a squeeze,

  And 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?”

  “That will be Sergeant Morris now, remember? I packed him off last night when you fell to sleep.”

  “Oh yes of course, that will be Sergeant Morris... and Uncle Johnny.”

  She turned round looking for her skirt and blouse and as she found them and bent over to pick them up, Sergeant Brown gave her bottom a resounding smack.

  “Get your lovely ass off to work child.”

  The morning passed a bit like the last part of the previous night for Jean – with a blur. One minute she was cleaning veggies for dinner with the new wives that had also joined the camp the previous day, happily chatting away and then the next thing, someone had remarked that it was starting to get dark and that they had to call it a day.

  She said “Good night” to them and went back to the tent. The first thing she saw was Old Sergeant’s huge grin as he sat outside the tent and welcomed her.

  “Guess how many joined up to day,” he said, tapping the signing-in book and without giving her a chance to actually guess, said “98! If they keep coming like that, then you’ll be cooking all day and night and we don’t want that now, do we child?”

  “Steve-e-Joe isn’t here yet, then?” she asked, ignored his snarky remarks.

  “No... but I can see someone who is coming that shouldn’t be here this early.” Sergeant Morris was hurrying along the row of tents and Johnny waited until he was close, then he spoke quietly but harshly to him. “What did I tell you last night?! To wait until it’s bloody dark then come up the side road.”

  “Oh, stop your bloody moaning.” He turned to Jean. “I’ve got bad news for you Jean. They’ve sent Steve-e-Joe on ahead this morning to help prepare the next campsite.”

  “They can’t! Not without me.” Jean looked to “Uncle Johnny” Brown, terrified, for help.

  “I’m afraid they can, child.” Sergeant Brown put his arm around her; it was honestly the first he had heard about it for he had been signing in the new recruits all day. “He’ll be alright, we’ll be moving on tomorrow more than likely, and he’ll be waiting for us you so you see... he’s only a day’s march away.”

  Morris shook his head and said, “Captain Smith asked for volunteers and he got most of them, then Captain Sinclair told Smith he had four more for him and he called out some names. Steve-e-Joe was one of them.”

  Brown had a worried look on his face; he knew Steve-e-Joe wouldn’t volunteer for anything. “That sneaky bastard, Sinclair! He must have heard about Jean.”

  “What do you mean he’s heard about me?” Jean was getting more frightened. “Why is he a sneaky bastard?”

  “We don’t know for sure if he’s heard about you,” Morris said, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, “Steve-e-Joe just might have been there when they wanted more men.”

  “What difference does it make if he’s heard of me? I’m a married woman!”

  “Aye, Jean lass.” Morris expression became sad. “Newly married women and young boys are his favorite pastime.”

  “Are you saying he’ll come drag me to his tent?”

  Brown barked at Morris, “Why don’t you piss off, you’re frightening the child for no reason.

  “But really... Heard what about me?” A note of panic had slipped into Jean’s voice. “What are they saying about me?”

  “Nothing child,” Johnny said and hugged her. “Don’t you fret.”

  Morris wasn’t so considerate and so he mouthed off, saying, “The other married women have been saying that you only got married last Saturday, and they can see and know how much you are in love, or you wouldn’t have joined up with your husband.”

  “Well that’s true, that’s what we did. Do you think this Sinclair has heard about me being a newlywed, and that’s why he’s sent Steve-e-Joe on ahead so he can...” she groped for the right word, “so he can... find me out and take me?”

  “We don�
�t know that,” Johnny said and ushered her into the tent. “There’s a lot going on in the camp at the moment. We’re preparing for Lord Bedford’s arrival tomorrow and Sinclair is in charge so I don’t think he’s got time to chase newlyweds or young boys, so let’s forget about it until tomorrow. Look Jean, I’ll find out more and try and get you up to the next camp to be with Steve-e-Joe, okay?”

  “I’m not going without you,” Jean said sharply. She was immediately surprised at how afraid she was to travel with strangers. “When will you be moving on?”

  “Oh, your Uncle Johnny will be staying to greet Lord Bedford,” Morris said, as he unrolled one of the tiny bedrolls. “They’re friends from way back, isn’t that right, Johnny boy.”

  “Let’s forget about it until tomorrow.”

  “But I’m scared,” Jean said and watched Morris unroll the other bedroll. “What if he comes to take me in the night? What am I supposed to do?”

  Morris came over to stand by her in the centre of the tent; there was no divider blanket up. “If he does, my advice is to go quietly, we wouldn’t be able help you. He’s our Captain and he could put us in irons until we get to York if we tried to stop him.”

  “You mean, just go with him like some whore?” Jean turned to Brown for advice but he said nothing in reply. He untied the flaps of the tent and closed them silently, enveloping them in darkness.

  She asked again in a weak frightened voice, “Uncle Johnny what should I do?”

  “I know what Steve-e-Joe would tell you,” he finally said.

  He came up to her and gentle took her chin in his hand. Old Sergeant Brown looked even older tonight and it distressed Jean even more.

  “He’d tell you the same as he said last night: you’re a soldier’s wife and there will be a lot more soldiers for you to bed before you get to York.” He lifted her chin and kissed her on her lips.

  Jean pulled away. “Uncle Johnny!” she gasped but she was only half shocked. “Is that what you think he would tell me to do?”

  Sergeant Brown began to undo her blouse. “I’m sure he would have some other words or story to tell you, but it would be the same, do what you’ve got to do.” He tried to take her blouse off and met a little resistance.

  “Oh I don’t know if I can do this, without my Steve-e-Joe here.”

  Morris had already undone her skirt and pulled it down. “Morris stop please, I’m afraid.”

  “Don’t be,” Morris said. “You’ll be alright, Jean. All we want is to give you a good shagging without all that bloody talking.” He tripped her up and she fell hard on her bottom on the bedroll. Morris was between her legs before she knew it.

  “Uncle Johnny, wait a minute,” she was fighting him to stop him from taking her blouse off. “Why are you treating me like this?”

  Her blouse came off and Brown cast it aside. Morris, who had by now, flung her skirt into a dark corner, parted her legs and pulled them to him. Jean fell onto her back with a thump and before she could speak, her “Uncle”, Sergeant Johnny Brown was kissing her hard and squeezing her naked breasts.

  Two of Morris’ fingers entered her roughly and at the sensation of pain, she managed to get a few words out. “Why you acting like this?”

  Morris took his fingers out, pushed Johnny aside and guided his cock into her dark hole. “Because... Jean... we... don’t... like... talking... we... like... shagging!” he said, punctuating every word with a hard stroke.

  Johnny kissed her forehead. “It’s the way us soldiers like it, we get more shagging done this way. You’ll be alright child; you were born for this, trust us. I think we should make the most of your company just in case Captain Sinclair has heard about you.”

  Jean had no choice; Morris was already pounding away at her like some mad rabbit and she couldn’t stop him.

  “Johnny’s right lass, the way you took the three of us last night over and over, and on your knees all that time until you exhausted us, you were born for this.”

  Jean didn’t know if that was a compliment or not, and she was realized they were acting like animals because Steve-e-Joe wasn’t around to protect her. Her so-called uncle was supposed to protect her from all the soldiers, but he was just a fraud.

  As Morris’s cock ripped through her, threatening to grind her insides, she let out cries of pain. In one corner of her mind, it occurred to her that if she was to go out alone, this is what would happen: she’d be dragged into a tent and raped. Even if she consented, there’d be no Steve-e-Joe to ask them to get her all wet and worked up first.

  As Morris increased his pace for the last lap, she bit her lips and choked back tears. She heard Morris groan and say he was coming so she cried out, “Steve, I love you.”

  “Aye, child. You cry out to him like he told you to, close your eyes and think of him.” Brown said, pushing Morris off.

  He took Morris’ place and before Jean could get her breath back, he had placed his cock at her entrance and forced the head in. Jean yelped at the stretching she felt. Her “uncle” seemed not to care, or rather, seemed to enjoy it for he pushed further, widening her dry hole.

  The pain was blinding but Brown didn’t take it slow; he proceeded to shag her hard and fast. “Steve-e-Joe would be proud of you if he could see you now, we are proud of you, Jean love.”

  He kissed her roughly and placing his two hands on her shoulders, he pulled himself deeper inside of her. “Lift your legs up higher for me child,” he said.

  Jean did so, with her eyes shut tight, hoping it would reduce the pain.

  “Now close your eyes and think of your husband and how the next time you see him, you’ll have a story to tell him about how two soldiers took you before you had the chance to say no. Me and Morris here will be only too willing to show him how we did it and what he missed.”

  Brown suddenly began to go crazy inside her, his cock drilling holes she could feel in her stomach. Jean whispered, “Oh Steve, I’ve got to do this so I can be with you again.” Brown gritted his teeth, pumped aggressively for a few more seconds and then came, releasing a rush of fluid in her dry passage.

  Morris lay next to her and whispered to her that she was great. Johnny said breathlessly, “You’re with us now child, and we’ll look after you until we find Steve-e-Joe.” He thought to himself that it was nice to have the girl to themselves for a quick shag without the husband there yapping on; she was theirs alone for the night and they were going to make the most of it.

  Jean lay there between them, missing Steve-e-Joe.

  Morris was gently playing with her bust, his passion spent and he said, “Your husband should be proud of you, you took Johnny and me and turned us into two boys again. He taught you well, you’d do anything for him, wouldn’t you?”

  “Yes, I suppose I would.” Jean sensed a change in his voice now he had had his way.

  “I loved the way he asked you last night to lay on your belly, and you let Johnny and I have a feel of your lovely ass, as if you didn’t care what we did to you.”

  Brown knew what Morris was on about and he turned to Jean, and let his hand go down between her legs to let her know they hadn’t finished with her. He didn’t say a word but left it to Morris to coax her. He knew how much Morris wanted that lovely bottom so his fingers started to get her ready for Morris.

  Now he wants to play with my magic button, thought Jean. They’ve had their way and now they’re getting me in the mood for another go. I’d rather Steve-e-Joe’s way of getting me in the mood before shagging the life out of me.

  The probing, gentle touches began to get to her and Jean tried to relax. She tried to tell herself their previous actions were a soldier’s way and she hoped the next shag would be a little slower. And less painful.

  “If Steve-e-Joe was here to ask you to turn over for us,” Morris started, kissing her nipple, “you would, wouldn’t you? I know you would because you’re a good girl. So if I asked you to turn over for Johnny and me to have another
feel and kiss of that lovely soft bottom of yours, would you do it for us?” He asked in a soft, pleading tone.

  Jean couldn’t understand why Morris was trying to be so nice to her; she thought he would have just rolled her over roughly, pulled her up on to her knees and just taken her like a wild stallion. That seemed more his style. Without saying a word, she slowly turned over and spread her arms and legs out for them. Jean gave a little moan as Johnny’s hand found her magic button and played with it gently. She gave a big sigh as they both kissed her bottom; she smiled to herself, and then gave another whimper when Morris’ two fingers entered her. He was surprisingly gentle, using slow, lingering strokes, and Jean thought to herself, If they had acted like this in the first place, they wouldn’t have scared me so much.

  “Where are you and Steve-e-Joe going to settle down to live, when this war is over?” Sergeant Brown asked as he squeezed her bottom with his free hand.

  “We don’t know... yet, we’ll have... to... oh... find a job first,” she said, interspersed with moans.

  “I’m thinking of running an inn back home,” Johnny said, wetting his finger and gently running it down the crack of her bottom. “Lord Bedford’s got a few inns and he said he’d let me run one for him when I’ve had enough of soldiering. I was thinking you and Steve-e-Joe could come and work for Lord Bedford, you said you both know farming.”

  Sergeant Brown stretched one cheek of her bottom outward. Sergeant Morris stretched the other cheek the other way and Brown dribbled spit on to the crack of her bottom.

  Jean could feel them wetting her bottom but she wasn’t too sure why. “Do you mean for Steve-e-Joe to be a soldier for Lord Bedford and for me to help you run the Inn?” she asked.

  “Steve-e-Joe hasn’t got to be a soldier; Lord Bedford’s got lots of farms,” Brown replied.