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Joy’s First Roommate

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Joy arrived on campus late on Friday afternoon.
It was
apparent, upon being dropped off by her parents, that she was
an
outsider already, and she hadn’t even started yet. She

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manhandled her luggage up the long sidewalk to the dorm, the
very
same dorm once used by her mother, and watched the people who
passed apprehensively. They all seemed to know each other.
Of
course she was a freshman. She had never felt so out of place
in
her entire life. Back home a stranger would have been an
outsider, here she was the stranger.
The dayroom was filled with laughing, yelling,
disorderly
girls in all manner of dress, or undress. Joy tried to be
heard
over the blasting music and one girl finally point out the
house

mothers office. She thanked the girl and painfully
negotiated
the crowded hallway until she found the office. It was packed.

Thankfully, most of the girls inside looked as lost and as
timid
as she was. She had found her fellow freshmen.

Joy looked around her newly-decorated room and
fell back on
the couch with a sigh. College didn’t seem so bad, now that
she
had HER place. The pictures and stuff from home made her
feel
less lost. She had staked her claim at college, found her place.

The beds consisted two hide-a-bed couches, which could be
used
for entertaining guests during the day, and one special guest
at
night. It pulled out into a queen sized bed, but Joy chose
to
leave it as a couch, it was more comfortable. She did the
same
for the other couch too, throwing a light cover over the two
of
them. She knew her roommate would probably change it when
she
arrived. She set her personal photos out on the desk and
dressers, then hung her favorite poster on the wall. She
could

find a frame for that later.
For the next 3 years she was at home. In a
way, it was her
first apartment. Her eyes wandered over to the empty
hide-a-bed
and she frowned slightly. Nobody told her that she’d be
sleeping
with a roommate. Why was that necessary in the 90’s?
Roommates
were so 50’s. Well, maybe she’d be a good one, kind of like
a
sister. She never had a sister before, it could be fun.
They
could go shopping together, share clothes… Joy fell
asleep.

Joy awoke suddenly, frightened by a noise
coming from the
other side of the room. She stared at the area intensely
until
she made out the form of a naked woman. She appeared to be
laying on top of something. A MAN! THEY WERE SCREWING IN
HER
ROOM! As Joy watched she realized that they were in a 69
position.

The girl was on top, sucking off the guy, while the guy ate her.

Joy was fascinated, revolted, and very horny. She pushed her

hand down carefully between her legs and massaged her clit
through her panties, while she watched and imagined what was
happening just 8 feet away. The liquid sounds of the guy’s
tongue inside the woman’s crotch were the loudest noises in
the
room. Every now and then she heard the pop of the girl’s lips
on
the guy’s dick.
Joy stuck her hand in her panties and began
tickling her
clit. The electrical shocks of excitement made he clench her
thighs tightly around her hand. She tried to keep her heavy

breathing quiet, but it wasn’t easy. She closed her eyes and
pretended she was the girl on top, with a soft, warm cock in
her
mouth and a man’s hungry mouth feasting in her wet crotch.
She
moaned softly, feeling the first warning signs of an orgasm.
“She’s awake,” an amused female voice said from
the far side
of the room. It was followed by the musical tinkle of
laughter.
“You can join us if you want,” an equally
amused male voice
said in a rich baritone.
“Screw you,” Joy said, angry at the teasing,
and angry at

being caught.
“Maybe we’d better finish this some other time,
John,” the
girl said regretfully.
“I need the bathroom anyway,” Joy said,
climbing out of bed
and rushing to the bathroom. “I’ll be in there for quite
some
time.”
“I bet you will,” the boy said and their
laughter followed
her from the room.
Joy sat on the toilet, horrified and
embarrassed. How dare

that girl subject her to such… She was probably Joy’s new
roommate too, it was just her luck to draw a slut for a roommate.

How… how… exciting. She had never been so excited since
her
first date, fifteen minutes of complete, intense, insane
excitement on her parent’s couch.
Joy had so many conflicting emotions that she
sat on the
toilet in complete confusion, trying to understand her new
life,
her new place in life. She was distracted by a tapping on
the
bathroom door.

“Hey in there, are you done?” the female voice
asked.
“Just a minute,” Joy said. She washed her
hands and
straightened her hair, then reluctantly opened the door to
face
her new roommate. The room was brightly lit, and empty.
“He’s gone?” Joy asked, a little disappointed
at not getting
to see the cause of her excitement.
“John comes and goes, he’ll be back once in a
while. You can
borrow him if you want,” the beautiful girl said as Joy
silently
appraised her from head to toe. She was pretty, in an earthy

sort of way. She had dark hair, a very white complexion, and
a
nice figure. Joy decided that she better looking than her
new
roommate.
“I’m Beth, short for Elizabeth,” the girl said,
holding out a
delicate hand. Joy reluctantly shook the hand, very aware of
where that hand had been only moments before.
“I’m Joy,” she said in her childish voice,
blushing slightly.
“Wow, what a name. I’m sorry about the little
show we put
on, you were sleeping when I came in. John and I haven’t
seen

each other for months, we just couldn’t wait.”
“I probably wouldn’t have minded, but you made
me so horny I
could die.”
“I can take care of that for you if you want,”
Beth said
playfully as she pushed off her panties and pulled on a
flowered
nightgown.
“Beth, that’s sick,” Joy said, but she was also
intrigued at
the idea. She had never thought of doing it with another
girl
and Beth was good looking in her own, earthy sort of way.
No,

that was ridiculous.
Joy chastised herself as she superstitiously
glanced at the
slumbering form of Beth and stripped for bed. Joy could
never
sleep with clothes on, she always felt like she was suffocating.

Now she was beginning to regret that. She would always have
to
wait and undress when Beth was sleeping or out of the room.
Joy’s horniness gave her wonderful dreams that
night, dreams
like she had never had before. She had always been a heavy
sleeper, an alarm clock could barely wake her. Her sister

usually had to shake her for five minutes to wake her up.
But
she didn’t want to wake up, she was dreaming that Beth’s
mystery
man was eating her while she slept, and it was the most
wonderful
feeling she had ever felt in her life.
Joy moaned slightly and opened her eyes. To
her horror, and
delight, she found that it was not entirely a dream. There
was
somebody under the sheets with their head between her legs,
eating her like she had never been eaten before. Joy was
torn
between screaming in fear, or lying quietly and pretending to
be

asleep. She settled for pretending. The agile tongue
between
her legs was just to wonderful to stop.
Joy glanced at Beth’s bed to make sure she was
still asleep.
Beth’s bed was empty. It took her a moment to put two and
two
together and figure out where Beth was. It was obvious that
Beth
had waited for her to go to sleep then crawled quietly under
the
sheets, spread her legs and began eating her. Being naked
made
it even easier.

Joy liked to keep her public hair waxed, so
there was nothing
between her and Beth’s warm mouth but a small tuft of hair at
the
top of her pussy. She could feel the wet, warm, lips sealed
over
her sweet mound, sucking as the tongue snaked up inside her.
Beth was draining her little pussy of it’s juices. She liked
the
idea of another woman drinking her nectar, although she
didn’t
know if she could do it herself. As the thought occurred to
her
she decided to drop her inhibitions and do what she wanted.

After all, she had the perfect opportunity to experiment,
while
the lovely face was sucking her pussy dry.
“Beth?” Joy said in a quiet voice.
Beth stopped eating. Joy could see her head
raise up beneath
the sheet.
“Oh shit,” Beth finally said and pulled the
sheet down so she
was facing Joy. “Are you mad, Joy?”
“No, I’m not mad. Beth, I want to do you. I
have never
tasted a woman before. Do you mind?”

“Mind? Hell no,” Beth said with a warm smile.
“How do you
want to do me?”
“I don’t know. Could you sit on the edge of
the bed while I
kneel on the floor?”
“Sure, anything you want. You taste delicious,
by the way.”
Joy turned red, but smiled bravely as Beth slid
off the bed
and sat with her legs off the side. Joy hesitantly moved off
the
bed. She noticed that her knees were shaking. Her inside
felt
like jelly. She wanted to taste Beth, but she was afraid she

couldn’t go through with it. On the other hand, she was so
horny
that she do almost anything. She felt self-conscious about
being
naked in front of Beth, but she knew she had a better body
than
Beth, so she tried to shake off the stupid feeling. Beth
pulled
her nightgown up to her waist and leaned back on the bed,
waiting. Joy steeled her nerves and moved closer. She was
conscious of Beth watching, which made her even more nervous.
She gingerly reached out an placed one hand on
each of Beth’s
thighs. They were warm and very soft. She moved her face
closer

until she could smell the perfumed fragrance of Beth’s skin.
She
kissed her inner thigh experimentally, then took a good look
at
Beth’s pussy for the first time. She had a dark patch of
black
hair, more hair than Joy. The pussy looked much like Joy’s.
It
was very wet and fragrant. Joy inhaled deeply and decided it
was
a good smell. She looked up into Beth’s eye, then extended
her
tongue and touched the hot flesh of Beth’s pussy.
Beth sighed deeply and closed her eyes. Joy
tasted the trace
of juice on her tongue and decided she liked it. She licked
more

boldly, enjoying the rich flavor of Beth, but enjoying her
reaction even more. Beth shuddered and gasped as Joy’s
tongue
slid through her wet folds of flesh. When the tongue reached
her
clit, Beth gasped and stiffened. Amazed at such a reaction
Beth
opened the folds of her pussy and found the clit, then began
flicking her tongue across the little bud.
Beth cried out and stiffened, thrusting her
pussy slightly
forward to meet Joy’s tongue. Losing the last of her
hesitation,
Joy clamped her warm lips over the wet mound and began sucking
as

her tongue lashed Beth’s womanly fruit.
Beth suddenly sat up and pulled off her
nightgown, then fell
back to mash her own shapely tits brutally.

Becoming even more enthusiastic, Joy dove into
the girl’s
crotch whole-heartedly, working her face from side to side,
while
her mouth sucked and tongued her helpless roommate. With a
death
grip on each leg, Joy drove her tongue up inside Beth while
her
sucking lips drew her womanly nectar from her loins. She was

remembering how Beth had done the same thing to her, and now
she
discovered what excitement she could find, drinking another
woman’s juices.

Panting and tossing on the bed, Beth suddenly
fell back
across the bed and spread her legs wider. Although Joy was
new
at this sort of thing, she realized that Beth was nearing her
orgasm. It was exciting to watch the thigh muscles tense and
vibrate in time with her lashing tongue. Joy puckered her
lips

and sealed them over the little clit at the top of Beth’s
pussy
and lashed it at the same time. She moved her merciless
tongue
to the top of the fleshy envelope, turning her head slightly
so
she could rake her tongue from the top, down across the clit
and
back again. Beth panted loudly with each stroke.

Panting loudly, Beth shot up off the bed and
grabbed the back
of Joy’s head, pulling her tightly into her pussy, then with
a
little scream she threw herself back on the bed, rolling her head
from side to side, while her fists clenched the sheets. Beth
humped her pussy against Joy’s working mouth, moaning loudly
enough to be heard in the next rooms. Joy didn’t have time
to
worry about that, she intensified her attack on Beth’s poor
clit,
sucking and licking it at the same time. Beth squeaked
loudly
and stiffened, then humped her pussy helplessly against Joy’s
face as her orgasm exploded from her loins. Her warm juices
were
being sucked from her pussy by Joy’s searching lips. Joy knew
it
would be her last chance to feast on her roommate’s sweet
juices,

because in a moment her pussy would be too sensitive to allow
any
contact. When Joy felt Beth’s legs clench around her face,
she
relented and sealed her mouth over the entire pussy, sucking
gently without probing with her tongue.
With Beth in her mouth, Joy watched the
changing expression
on Beth’s face as she went from orgasm, to sensitivity, then
she
relaxed. It was a wonderful experience, one she would have
never
missed. Beth suddenly looked down at the sweet face and warm
mouth, still sealed over her pussy.

“You can let go of that thing now girl, it’s
time I gave you
the lashing of your life,” Beth said playfully as she sat up
and
pulled Joy forward on the bed.
“I’ll do you the same way you did me. I never
realized how
exciting it was to sit up and watch your pussy being eaten.
I
usually go through such an experience laying back with my
eyes
closed. But that was something else,” she continued to talk
as
she placed Joy in just the right position.
“Beth, you know that was the first time I ever
tasted a…”

“Pussy?” Beth asked.
“Yes, a pussy,” Joy colored slightly at using
the vulgar
word. “I liked it Beth. If you don’t mind, I’d like to do
it
again. Often!”
“You’d better believe I don’t mind, girl, but
there’s one
catch. I kind of have a steady girlfriend. She a little
possessive.”
“Oh,” Joy said in disappointment.
“Hey, would you mind if I invite her over? If
I let her do

you too, she sure couldn’t object to us fooling around late
at
night once in a while.”
“I don’t know, I wouldn’t want anybody else to
know… I mean
I’m not really a lesbian, you know.”
“I’m not either, I’m bi. I can’t handle that
butch/feme
power struggle thing. I’m not into games. But anyway, what
goes
on in the bedroom stays in the bedroom. Nobody knows about
Trish
and I. Except for you now, of course.”
“Well what if I just meet her, maybe while
you’re around, and

I can make up my mind afterwards.”
“Sounds great. Now shut up and prepare to be
eaten,” Beth
said and began kissing her way up her perfect leg. She looked
at
the nearly hairless pussy and gave a little squeal of
delight,
before she plunged ahead and mashed her mouth against the
fleshy
mound. With no foreplay she proceeded to tongue Joy’s
burning
flesh. Joy forced herself to keep her eyes open so she could
watch the pretty girl working between her legs. She placed
her
hands on the back of Beth’s head and massaged her hair,
pulling

slightly forward to increase the pressure on her crotch. Joy
started to lay back, but Beth reached up and pulled her
upright,
smiling into her eyes as she worked her mouth against her
womanhood. Licking and sucking, she bathed the outer lips of
pussy flesh liberally, then snaked her tongue up into Joy,
curling out the juices for her sucking lips.
Pressing her lips directly over the vulva, she
sucked what
few juices were left, then drank them gratefully. With her
own
gratification over, she concentrated on lashing Joy’s clit
with

her tongue. Joy cried out and held her breath, trying to
restrain her cries, so they wouldn’t be heard through the
thin
walls. She gasped suddenly and bent forward over Beth’s
head,
pulling it forcefully into her crotch. Beth continued to eat
in
the awkward position, trying to breath when she could. She
was
relieved when Joy finally sat back and started humping her
sex
against Beth’s mouth.
Beth recognized the little panting cries for
the start of
Joy’s orgasm. She doubled her efforts on Joy’s clit. Joy’s

cries got louder and louder until she suddenly stiffened and
bit
her lips to keep from screaming. As her orgasm tore her
loins
apart, her pussy twisted inside Beth’s mouth. She pumped it
against that sweet mouth, giving her final offering of juices
to
the warm, sucking lips. The orgasm seemed to go on forever,
then
gradually lessened until Joy fell back on the bed in total
exhaustion.
Like a mother cat, Beth thoughtfully cleaned
Joy’s entire
crotch and inner thighs, before she stood up and laid on the
bed

next to Joy. Beth licked her lips as she smiled down at the
angelic face. Joy opened her eyes and stared up at Beth.
“That was wonderful,” Joy sighed happily. “Is
that the way it
is every time?”
“Yes, it was better though, I think. This was
different,
even for me.”
“It’s almost my first time,” Joy admitted
guiltily. “I was
only with one boy for a few minutes. Other than that I would
just use my finger.”

“Well a finger is a poor substitute for the
real thing. Joy,
I have to go out for a few minutes, I need some cigarettes.”
“I didn’t know you smoked.”
“Yeah, fraid so. It’s only ten o’clock do you
want to do
something when I get back?”
“Sure, I guess.”
“I’ll send Trish, you can look her over and
talk to her
before we go out. Then you will have plenty of time to think
over my offer. Ok?”

“I guess,” Joy said hesitantly.
“I’ll be right back,” Beth slapped Joy’s bare
thigh as she
stood and began getting dressed.
“I need a bath anyway, take your time.”
“I will,” Beth said and waved over her shoulder
on the way
out.

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Yana & Alla were asked if they could dance for their local festival and they agreed. The organizer gave them the costumes to wear and when they took them home and tried them on they realized they would need to wear under garments with the costumes. But not before both girls found themselves very aroused. They shy started to touch each other's body which eventually lead to nude loving embraces and soft warm tongues pressed against hot wet flesh.

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Mackenzie Kayne - Pink Dildo Fuck Fun

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Mackenzie Kayne Playing With A Pink Dildo

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Meet Kinzie, so sweet, so innocent, so naughty? Yeah, this blonde teen isn't as sweet and innocent as her coworker think she is. I got to meet the real Kinzie and I wasn't disappointed at all. I'll admit, when I first met Kinzie, she seemed pretty boring. She was dressed a little sexy in a cute little secretary outfit, but she was so into her work that it was a turn off. However, I was fortunate to stop by her office more than a few times and got to know the other side of Kinzie. Eventually, I was able to get her to pose in her secretary clothes for Uniform Desire. Click here to see the photos of Kinzie. Right on her desk, she strips out of her clothes and shows off all of her tight teen body. She definitely has a body made for having sex. She even took out a dildo that was hidden in her purse. She ends up attaching it to her desk and riding it like it was a hard cock. It was one of the hottest things I've ever seen a secretary do.

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Gloria was a cocky little teen who thought she could fuck any cock that was on offer. She even liked to brag about her exploits to her friends. Then she met Colin and at first she didn’t think he would be much of a challenge at all. All that changed when she began sucking his cock and she began to see just how big it was going to be. Now she’s pinned on it and it’s fucking her out of her skull.

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XXY, just three little insignificant letters in the English alphabet, that is unless that was your chromosome designation and not the normal XX or XY!!! XX equals girl, XY equals boy, while XXY equals what!?! For Sula it meant being caught in a permantent limbo between male and female, with oversized male genitalia and a woman’s breasts and hips with no discernable body facial or chest hair!!! She stared intently into the full length mirror in her dressing room, and while her body was incredibly feminie with its perfect breasts, flat stomach, long lean legs, and round soft bottom, her eyes always first gravitated to her groin where hung a fully operation penis that stood eight inches long when completely erect!!! Even as she stood there, the blood flowed to her organ engorging it before her very eyes until it was angrily standing up, demanding the attention it so deserved, so with eyes half closed, she grasped herself firmly and with a series of hard

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urgent jerkings, tempted a shuddering climax from her spitting penis!!! After cleaning up her cum mess, Sula quickly gathered up her clothing and began dressing for work!!!

Later that day in the small lunch room adjacent to the mail room, Sula took a sip of herbal tea and comment to her good friend Rita, “If that asshole Barker “accidentlly rubs up against me one moe time I’m gonna clock him!!!” “You too, huh,” Rita replied with a shake of her head, “the big jerk’s got roving hands enough for ten men, I’m thinking about going to Procter about it!!!” “A whole lotta good that would do,” Sula retorted, “those two are best friends, what chance do you think you’d have when it was only your word against his!?!” “Yeah,” Rita replied between sips of tea, “you’re probably right, I guess we’ll just have to try to avoid him!!!” “Uh huh,” Sula replied softly as if lost in thought, “we’ll just have to avoid him!!!”

“Y-you stay away from me,” Rita stammered, “I’m gonna scream if you don’t leave me alone!!!” “Who’s gonna hear you in hear,” Josh Barker asked with a sick grin as he moved closer to the cowering woman, “besides, you know you want it, baby, so why don’t you loosen up and enjoy it!?!” “Never,” Rita spat, “you’re nothing but a misogynistic pig!!!” “So that’s what you do a night,” he replied with and evil laugh, “just sitting at home reading the fucking dictionary so you can pop off a big word now and then, well, have you ever run across the word, cocksucker, cuz that’s just what you’re gonna do!?!”

Josh advanced ever so slowly towards the terrified woman, when out of nowhere came a voice from the other end of the file room that sounded of pure acid as it rang out, “And just what the fuck do you think you’e doing asshole!?!” “Josh Barker spun around as if on a turntable not sure who to be expecting, but when he saw that it was just Sula, a broad grin spread over his face as he offered, “I was just about to give your friend here a throat exam with my dick, but since you’ve got the big mouth, maybe I’ll start with you instead!!!”

Sula stood her ground eyeing the advancing molester closely before she softened her tone with, “I’ve got and idea, Josh, why don’t you do me first, you know kind of a get acquainted suck off, whattaya say!?!” Josh stopped up short a few feet from Sula wondering about her quick change of heart, but when she seductively lifted the hem of her short skirt giving him a healthy look at her smooth feminine thigh he quickly dropped to his knees in front of her and replied, “That’s a good idea, baby, come to papa and show him your hot pussy!!! Rita was still over in the corner wondering if her friend had taken total leave of her senses, and in a still shaking voice offered, You don’t have to do this for me, I-I’ll be all right!!!” Sula gave her friend a quick wink while proceeding to lift her skirt high above her waist, unmasking her frilly white lace panties to the hungry gaze of Josh Barker!!! “How does this look, lover,” she asked sweetly while thrusting her bulging crotch towards his drooling mouth, “are you ready to do mama’s pussy for her!?!”

“Let me at it,” he replied enthusiatically, “I’m gonna give you the best cunt lapping you’ve ever had!!!”

Josh scrambled the last few feet that separated him from his prize, and as of yet he still didn’t have a clue of what was about to befall him!!! “That’s a good boy,” Sula said softly, “now take a deep breath and tell me what you smell!!!” “Oh god,” he sighed deeply, “I just love the aroma of fresh pussy, now just let me get these panties off and I’ll take care of your problem!!!” With his hands shaking, Josh slipped his thumbs inside the elastic wasit band of the satin panties, and with a gentle pull, slid them easily over Sula’s smooth sleek thighs!!! With her penis pulled back between her thighs, even at this close range it wasn’t apparent that anything was amiss, that is until Josh had his mouth only inches from her crotch, Sula only had to slightly spread her legs, allowing her now semi erect pecker to flop out, literally hitting Josh right in the face!!! Being completely taken off guard by the situation, Josh just stared for a moment trying ot figure out exactly what was going on, until it finally all registered in his brain and he screamed out, “What the fuck’s that, are you some kinda freak!?!”

Sula’s right hand came out of nowhere smashing Josh on the side of his face, momentarily stunning him into submission, while she deftly grabbed him by the ears and rammed her rapidly expanding erection into his unsuspecting mouth!!! “How do you like it now, little man,” she spat with vengance, “is it fun having someone force a big dick into your fucking mouth!?!” Josh stared blankly back at her while sucking his first dick, but it was Rita over in the corner who gasped, “I-is that what I think it is!?!” “I guess that depends on what you think it is,” Sula replied evenly!!! Now slowly coming over to get a closer look, the stunned young woman looked first at the huge cock stuck inside of Josh Barker’s mouth, and then back up at her friend’s face, trying in her mind to reconcile the two diametrically oposing images that flip flopped back and forth in her head!!! “I never had a clue,” Rita replied softly, “y-you look so feminine!!!” “Thanks,” Sula replied smoothly, “and that’s the way I want it!!!” She was just about to add that she still hoped that they could be friends when all at once Josh tried pulling away from her, necessitating that she crack him another one across the chops, this time cutting his lip and causing it so bleed!!!

Rita looked on in fascination while Sula calmly forced Josh to suck her big pecker, and commenting as she watched, “How long is that thing anyway, it’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen!?!” “Mmmmm, a little over eight inches,” Sula replied with a slight moan, “I’m realy horny since I haven’t cum in a couple of days!!!” “Do you have a boy friend or I mean a girl friend,” Rita asked, “I mean, well you know what I mean!?!” Sula giggled her infectious laugh that Rita love so well and replied, “To tell you the truth, hon, I’ve got one of each!!!” “Your kidding,” Rita replied in awe, “which one do you like better!?!” “Well,” Sula replied while keeping her vise like grip on Josh’s ears, “I like them both, but since I do have a penis, I guess that I’d rather be with a woman because I can fuck her pussy!!!”

“A-are your breasts real,” Rita asked shyly!?!” “Of course they are,” Sula laughed, “I take estrogen tablets that have given me natural breasts and wide womanly hips, but while with most women the female hormones drastically reduce the size of their penises, on me is has had just the opposite affect, I’m bigger and harder than ever before, and right now, I-I’m just about to cum!!!” Josh tried desperately to get his mouth off the about to erupt volcano, but it was useless to fight it, and finally he just relaxed his muscles as Sula ejaculated a gusher of hot spunk down his virgin throat!!!

As her erection waned following her leg shaking climax, Sula shoved Josh Barker to the floor after which she gave him good hard kick to the groin and snapped, “If you now what’s good for you, asshole, you’ll keep your fucking mouth shut and your hands to yourself, now have you got it!?!” “With a look of abject fear on his face, he vigorously nodded his head and replied softly, “I’ve got it!!!” Sula calmly dropped her skirt and after carefully smoothing out the wrinkles, escorted Rita from the file room and back to her office!!! Once inside, Sula closed and locked the door and offered her friend a drink of water and asked, “Are you okay, hon, you look a little pale!?!” After taking a long sip of the refreshing liquid, Rita nodded her head and replied, “Well, you have to admit that was just a little bit on the strange side wouldn’t you!?!” Again Sula giggled softly and replied, Yeah, I guess you could say that, are you gonna tell on me!?!” “Of course not,” Rita answered quickly, “but where does that leave us, I mean as friends!?!” “Where do you want it to leave us,” Sula asked softly!?! Rita bit her lip for a second, and after a moments hesitation asked, “Would you please do me a favor!?!” “Sure,” Sula replied, “just name it!?!” With her eyes glazing over, Rita asked hoarsely, “Show me your cock!!!”

“Are you sure you want this,” Sula asked gently, “this is the real deal here, do you think you can handle it!?!” “When we were in the file room,” she replied, “it was all I could do to keep from shoving Josh out of the way and taking his place, does that answer your question!?!” Sula gave Rita a long hard look, and then after no more than a moments wavering, stood up and for the second time that day pulled her dress up above her waist, but this time there were no panties present to hide her secret!!! “Well,” Sula asked softly, “satisfied!?!” After making an audible gulping sound, Rita replied, “Hardly,” and in a flash, dropped to her knees and quickly sucked Sula’s big cock into her hungry mouth!!!

“G-good grief,” Sula moaned while dropping her butt onto the front edge of her desk for support, “that’s fucking fantasitc, ohhhhhhhhhhh god is that good!!!” Rita had sucked more than a few cocks in her day, but never one as big and viral as the one standing up strong and proud from her best girl friend’s crotch, and with her tongue and lips working overtime, she brought Sula do yet another shattering climax as she filled her friend’s hot mouth with a jet stream of hot cum!!!

“T-that was incredible,” Sula sighed while her pecker swung gently back and forth between the two of them, “much better than that asshole could ever do!!! Rita was still savoring the sensation of having such a huge pecker to suck on, but the fire that had been ignited in her pussy was roaring out of control as she softly begged, “P-please fuck me,

I can’t wait another second!!!” Sula leaned down and pulled Rita to her feet, then kissed her softly on her lips and asked in a whispered voice, “How do you want it, honey!?!”

With her cunt drooling and semi convulsing already, it was all Rita could do to stammer, “I want it from the rear, take me hard and fast!!!” Gently taking Rita by the arm, Sula carefully leaned her forward over the top of her desk before positoning herself behind her and saying, “I’m going to lift up your dress, take off your panties, and then what am I going to do!?!” “Oh, god,” Rita groaned, “then you’re going to fuck me hard from the rear, just like I like it!!!” “And what am I going to fuck you with, dear,” she asked in a whispered voice!?! “W-with your big fucking pecker, that what,” Rita gasped!!! “Are you sure you want it,” Sula teased while running the head of her pecker up and down Rita’s gaping slit!?! “Y-you’re trying to drive me crazy aren’t you,” the poor girl moaned, “P-please, give it to me, I’m on fucking fire!!!”

Sula gave Rita a couple more seconds to build her tension, and then out of the blue, she rammed her eight plus inch satisfier deep into Rita’s pussy, inducing the first of many climaxes on the very first stroke!!! “Sweet jesus in heaven,” Rita groaned while grinding her pussy back against Sula’s pounding dick, “y-you’re fucking huge, I can’t believe the fucking you’re giving me, it’s so fucking good, and I feel so fucking filled up!!!” Sula was now even getting into the swing of things as the head of her big dick slowly but surely took over control of her body even though this would turn out to be her third orgasm in less than an hour!!! “God I’m close,” Rita gasped while Sula jammed her like a trip hammer on the loose, “y-you fuck like a machine, always hard and always ready to go!!!”

This was the way people were supposed to fuck, with total abandon and no thought for anything but having a crushing orgasm, and that was exacatly what Sula and Rita were doing, driving each other to brutally hard climaxes that were sure to leave them drained and sapped from the experience!!!

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Sula’s cock was now on automatic pilot as she drove her eight inch spike in and out of Rita’s pussy until all at once her whole body stiffened as she filled the tight little pussy with a shower of hot burning semen, which nautrally caused the poor defenseless organ to quiver for a second or two before it collasped around the brutal invader in a vain attempt to control its assault, but alas it was too late for that as it was soon all over for both of them!!! Rita couldn’t believe how reamed out her cunt felt as she slowly slid off the edge of the desk into a heap on the carpeted office floor!!! “So,” Sula asked while caressing the raw head of her big pecker, “who do you like to fuck more, boys or girls!?!” Rita could barely smile, but as her blood pressure returned to normal she managed to sigh, “It’s gotta be girls, baby, it’s gotta be girls!!!”

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Aphrodite Notte - Little White Dress

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This my Marilyn Monroe dress. I love wearing out on a hot afternoon, it always gets me a lot of attention and a lot of looks from the sexy men. I've been known to flashing my panties or even more when I'm wearing this outfit. I was wearing the dress a few weeks ago on a really windy day. I was walking down a busy street when a strong gust lifted the dress up above my panties. I think more than a few people got a good view of the panties I was wearing that day and I almost caused an accident. Anyways, click here to see the photos of me strip teasing in my favorite dress.

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Movie Gallery From Black Bitches

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Alia had heard that this guy was hung like a horse but she still had to find out for herself. The crazy bitch thought that no one could be that big but now she’s got that cock in her mouth she’s beginning to wonder if she’s really going to be able to handle it.

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Movie Gallery From BlowJob Pros

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Aphrodite Notte - Fingering Her Tight Pussy

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Pud Pullin - Sloppy Handjob At The Gym

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Stud getting a handjob at the gym.

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Movie Gallery From Femdom Heaven

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Remote Control

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“How was that, baby,” Vern asked his wife, Pam as he rolled of her rolled off of her after an almost one hour fuck-a-thon!?! “Oh, honey,” she cooed softly while stretching her sleek body, “it was really wonderful, I came at least a hundred times!!!” “Good,” he said with a laugh while leaning over and kissing her on the cheek, “cuz if you need anymore you’re outta luck, I’m one dead puppy!!!” A few minutes later the only sound you could hear was Vern’s soft even snoring as he drifted off to dream land leaving Pam lying there awake with her pussy ticking away like a time bomb!!!

“How’s it going, Pam,” Barb asked while she climbed into the car for her daily ride to work, “you look beat!?!” “I am,” Pam replied while pulling smoothly away from the curb, “I was awake half the night!!!” “Don’t tell me he left you hanging again,” Barb asked incredulously!?! “Well, it’s really my own fault,” Pam replied, “we make love for a solid hour and I still didn’t feel fulfilled, you can’t blame Vern for that!!!” The two of them rode along in silence until Barb offered, “I probably should have said something earlier, but I think I may have a solution to your problem!!!” Pam straightened up a little and replied a little sarcastically, “What are you gonna do, suck my pussy for me, oh come on, Barb, there’s nothing anyone can do for me!!!” “Don’t be too sure about that,” Barb quickly, “there’s more than one way to skin a cat ya know!!!” “Okay,” Pam replied impatiently, “if you’re so smart, stop beating around the bush and give me the answer to all of my problems!!!” “A little touchy, aren’t we,” Barb answered a little sullenly!?! Pam slumped her shoulders a bit and commented softly, “I’m sorry, Barb, it’s just that this is driving me nuts, and believe me, if you have can solve my problem I’ll be eternally grateful!!!”

Pam wheeled her car into a Loop parking garage and wound her way halfway up the concrete Goliath until she found a space in the far corner of the third level where she parked and shut off the engine!!! “Want to meet for lunch,” Pam asked as she got ready to get out of the car and head off to work!?! “Don’t you want me to tellya my secret,” Barb asked softly while putting her hand on her friend’s arm!?! “Right here and now,” Pam asked, “I don’t want to be late for work, can’t it wait until lunch!?!” “Can you last that long,” Barb asked, “this will only take a couple of minutes!?!” Pam relaxed back into her seat and said softly, “Okay, tell me!!!” Barb took a deep breath, and much to Pam’s shock, her friend pulled up her dress and quickly lifted her butt off of the seat and shoved her panties and panty hose down her thighs exposing her very hairy muffy to Pam’s wide eyes!!! “Judas priest,” Pam exclaimed, “are you nuts, what if someone sees you, you might get arrested!!!” “Who’s gonna see me back here,” Barb shot back, “and I don’t see a cop around, do you!?!” “Okay, okay,” Pam said quickly, “I’m sorry, go ahead!!!”

“All right, now pay attention” Barb said barely above a whisper while incredible she stuck two fingers inside of her pussy and extracted a small white plastic cylinder!!! “W-what’s that,” Pam mumbled as her pussy involuntarily flooded itself with Bartholin’s fluid!?! “It’s a mini vibrator,” Pam said softly, “and believe me, good things come in small packages!!!” “But how do you turn it on and off,” Pam asked while taking it in her hand and carefully checking it out, “I don’t see any switches, and besides, it would be too inconvenient if you had to pull it out every time you wanted to use it!?!” Pam was still eyeing the little hummer, when all at once it began buzzing madly in her hand causing her to gasp and then asked, “What’d I do, how did you make it go on!?!” “Just like this,” Barb replied while brandishing a small black box that resembled an auto alarm remote control!!! “Is that what I think it is,” Pam asked!?! “It depends on what you’re thinking,” Barb said with giggle!?! “Is that a remote,” Pam asked excitedly as the gravity of what she was thinking dawned on her!?!” “Yep,” Barb replied proudly, “that’s exactly what it is!!!

“H-how does it work,” Pam asked in a thick voice, “hurry up and tell me!?!” “Slip off your panties and I’ll show you,” Barb ordered!!! While a few minutes ago she was worried about Barb exposing herself, now Pam was throwing caution to the winds as she practically tore off her undies leaving her smooth dripping vagina open and ready for action!!! “My, my,” Barb whispered, “I do believe we’re just a bit excited, don’t you think!?!” “Just shut up and show me,” Pam demanded while the fury began growing in her drenched pussy, “are you trying to drive me crazy or what!?!” “Okay, okay, now let me show you how it operates,” Barb apologized while reaching inside her purse and producing an identical miniature vibe!!!” “Why two of them,” Pam asked!?! “Well if you must know,” Barb giggled, “I got the second one with you in mind, now all you’ve gotta do is slip it deep into you pussy and go about you business as normal, this little remote takes care of the rest, it’s got and on and off switch plus three speeds, slow, medium, and high, you just turn it on when ya need it, no muss, no fuss!!!” Taking the second hummer from Barb’s hand, Pam gave it a long once over, and then with a deep sigh slipped it way up inside of her pussy!!! “How does it feel,” Barb asked!?! “I can barely tell that it’s in there,” Pam replied!!! “Good,” Barb answered quickly, “that’s exactly the way you want it, when it’s not on you don’t wanna even know that it’s there!!!” “Okay,” Pam replied, “but what about when it’s turned on, can you feel it then!!?!” Barb didn’t bother answering directly, instead she hit the remote’s tiny on button, which caused Pam to gasp and convulse in a brutally satisfying orgasm that left her shaking in a heap in the front seat of her car!!!

“W-wow,” Pam said weakly, “that’s incredible, and it’s so small, I never would have believed it unless I felt it, is it always that powerful!?!” Barb chuckled a bit while shoving her own little hummer back into her pussy and replied, “Of course not, silly, if you set it on low you can sit in your chair and just cook for hours right on the edge, and believe me, sometimes that’s the best, until it finally overtakes you like a tidal wave!!!” The two women hiked up their hose and panties and hopped out of the car and headed off to the respective offices!!! When she was about a block away, Pam pulled out her remote, and after giving a quick glance to see if anyone was watching, she set the power level for low and hit the on switch!!! She gave a small gasp as the low frequency vibration began rumbling gently from deep inside of her vagina, but after taking a moment or two to get used to it, she found that she could easily make the rest of the way to her office with absolutely no problem whatsoever!!!

For once there was an elevator available when she reached the lobby of her building, and she was greeted by the happy face of the elevator starter who asked brightly, “Nice day today, huh, Mrs. Grant!?!” “The best, Bobby,” she replied while striding into the waiting car and giving the tenth floor button a poke and waiting for the ride up to her floor!!! She leaned against the wall as the car rocked back an forth, reveling in the sensation that was spreading throughout her genitals, but still a long ways away from and orgasm!!! Finally in her office, she sat down in her chair, pulled out the little remote, and upped the power to the medium level, which immediately caused her to moan softly as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her incredibly aroused organ!!! She sat there for a good ten minutes with her eyes closed while concentrating on rapdily approaching orgasm, when she was shaken back to reality when a deep voice questioned her, “Didn’t get enough shut eye last night, Pam!?!” “Uh oh, hi Mr. Fenton,” she stammered, “no uh, I mean I was just resting my eyes for a moment, is there something I can do for you!?!” “I just wanted to see how you were coming on the Stanton report, you know it’s due by Friday,” he asked while casually picking up her little remote from her desk!?! “Oh jesus,” Pam thought to herself as she watch her boss begin playing around with the hummer control, “i-it’s almost ready now, sir, I only have to put the finishing touches on it and it will be ready in plenty of time!!!” “Good, good,” he said absentmindedly, “ya know I’ve got one of these for my car, but it doesn’t have this many controls, what does this one do!?!” Pam was about to respond to his question, but all she could do was gasp softly after her boss had hit the high button, causing her pussy to convulse in another orgasm that she was trying desperately to hide from her unsuspecting boss!!! Now dropping the remote back on her desk, he gave her a quizzical look and asked, “Are you sure that you’re all right, you look a little pale!?!” “I’m okay,” she managed to whisper weakly, “I-I just feel a little light headed that’s all, I just need a drink of water!!!” “Well, take care of yourself,” he said as he left the room, “see you at the meeting on Friday!!!” She waited until he was out of the room before grabbing the remote and quickly turning the little buzzer off while she leaned back in her chair gasping for breath!!!

“So, how’d it go,” Barb asked as she pulled up a chair, “did you order yet!?!” “No, I waited for you,” Pam replied, “and how it went was almost disaster, I was riding this wave of pleasure when out of the blue Fenton drops into my office, picks up my remote, and you aren’t gonna believe this, he turns it up all the way and I have a huge one right in front of him!!!” “Oh my god, Pam,” Barb said urgently, “what did he say!?!” “Well I sat there with my cunt shaking like a leaf,” Pam replied while shaking her head from side to side, “but he didn’t suspect a thing, but it was all I could do to keep from screaming out at the top of my lungs!!!” “Rule number one,” Barb said giggling, “never leave the remote out where someone might grab it, it may be hazardous to your health!!!” “Thanks a lot,” Pam replied, “I’ll try and remember that!!!” After placing their orders, Barb said softly, “I have an idea, let’s race to see if we can orgasm before our food gets here, what do ya say!?!” “You’re dangerous,” Pam said with a chuckle, “but I’m game if you are!!!” “Good,” Barb replied while pulling out her remote, “are you ready, go!!!”

Almost instantly both of their vaginas were hit by a lightning bolts of energy as they stiffened under the initial shock of the incessant buzzing!!! “S-sweet jesus in heaven,” Pam stammered as her cunt was being whipped into and absolute frenzy, “I’m almost ready to shoot right now, how about you!?!” Barb was gripping the edge of the table with all of her might, but still managed to reply thickly, “I’m so fucking close, I just love the way this feels, ohhhhhhhh my is this fucking nice!!!” The waitress appeared out of nowhere and placed their orders in front of them and asked, “Can I get you ladies anything else!?!” “N-no,” Pam croaked, “w-were just fine, thanks!!!” The waitress looked at both of them quizzically before leaning over and saying softly, “If I didn’t know better I’d bet you two were having orgasms, am I right!?!” Sweat was now breaking out on Pam’s forehead, and while wiping it off with a napkin she replied softly, “Both of us are right on the fucking edge!!!” Looking around to see if anyone needed any service, the waitress took each of them by the arm and led them to the rear of the restaurant where she opened a store room door and pushed both of them inside and ordered quickly, “Up with your skirts and down with your panties, and hurry, we don’t have much time!!!” Both Pam and Barb were flying on automatic pilot, so as if in a daze, they did as they were told, and soon they were standing naked from the waist down in front of a perfect stranger!!! “W-what are you gonna do to us,” Barb stammered as hot juice ran do the inside of her thigh!?! “Just this,” the waitress exclaimed while dropping to her knees and tonguing Barb to a quick and brutal orgasm that left her slumped over in a heap on the floor!!!” “What about me,” Pam asked excitedly, “please, do me too!!!” “Of course I will, dear,” the waitress replied softly, “I just love a shaved cunt, such nice full lips, now come here you hot pussied little bitch!!!” “The persistent humming from deep inside of her pussy and the warm wet mouth of this female cunt lapper was providing the most incredible sensation that Pam had ever felt, but all to quickly her pussy spasmed hard six or seven times in rapid succession and a blinding orgasm hurtled unabated through her pussy driving her straight to the floor alongside Barb!!!

The waitress hopped to her feet and was gone in a flash, back to take care of her customers, leaving the two women on the floor spent and exhausted!!! “So,” Barb managed to ask, “how do you like your new toy!?!” “Well,” Pam replied softly, “I hope the batteries never run out!!!”

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Movie Gallery From Stick It In My Ass

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Toolbox Fuckers - Super Vibrating

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18 AND PUFFY

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Afton groaned and rolled over trying to ignore the insistent buzzing of her snooze alarm. She glanced at the clock one more time, just to make sure that it really was seven o’clock, but the
red glowing digits on the night stand indicated that now it was seven-o-two and counting! She
stretched out, trying to get the circulation moving through her body, and felt her white cotton bikini panties pressing hard against her bulging vulva. The mere pressure from the thin material was enough to flood her vagina with pussy juice, causing her to automatically slip her hand inside her undies and begin massaging her now throbbing clitoris. She sighed contentedly while her left middle finger flicked back and forth across the now erect little sex organ, while her right hand
cupped one of her full breasts, occasionally twisting a distended nipple between her thumb and index finger. Lately her pussy had been so easily aroused that she had to masturbate a least twice a day to keep from going crazy! She was just about to cum, when her mother rapped loudly on her door and yelled for her to get up and at em! Afton struggled to reply that she was awake, when a tidal wave of pleasure swept through her, causing her teenage pussy to convulse in a numbing orgasm!!! After taking a moment or two to recover, she hopped out of bed and began getting ready for school, while thinking about her plans for the day.

The day passed by quickly until it was time for her sixth period gym class, and while Afton wasn’t really big on sports, Miss Richards, the gym teacher, kept the class interesting by having a variety of activities for the students sample. After class in the locker room, Miss Richards was passing by her stall and she stopped to ask Afton if her ankle was okay, since she had rolled it over while playing volleyball. Afton replied, “Oh, it’s not too bad, it just hurt for a few minutes, nothing to worry about!” “Well,” Miss Richards rejoined, “I want you to come to my office for a minute so I can give it one more look.” Afton, in just her bra and panties, followed the teacher into her small cubby hole of an office at the far end of the locker room and sat down in the visitors chair and extended her left leg so Miss Richards could inspect it. “See,” said the eighteen year old said, “no problem, it feels just fine!” Miss Richards was running her hand up and down the ankle and calf of the young girl, each time her hand moving a little higher until she was rubbing the inside of her thigh. Miss Richards continued her massage, and commented, “Sometime these sprains can even affect your calf and thigh muscles.” Afton just sat there and let the teacher rub her leg, even as she got closer and closer to her crotch. Miss Richards by now was not even touching her below her knee, while just concentrating on the inside of her thigh. Afton’s breathing became more shallow the longer the warm hands worked on her inner thigh, and once in a while one of them would brush against her bulging pussy. There was a definite line of moisture along Afton’s crack that was showing through on her panties, and Miss Richards commented on how attractive Afton’s vagina looked while covered by the white cotton panties. By now Afton was so aroused that she was in dire need of sexual relief, and offered no resistance when Miss Richards let her fingers slip inside of her panties. “Oh my, Afton,” Miss Richards cooed softly, “you have a very wet vagina, are you in need of an orgasm, dear?!?” Afton didn’t answer, she just nodded her head “yes”, and waited to see if her teacher would give her what she needed. Miss Richards told her to lift her hips, and in one swift motion removed the young girls panties, exposing her young pussy for her eager eyes to see. “My god, girl,” exclaimed Miss Richards, “do you know how puffed up your pussy lips are?!?” No one had ever looked at her pussy like Miss Richards was, and it turned her on even more knowing that another human being loved her pussy as much as she did!!! What happened next was more than Afton could take, because Miss Richards leaned over and began tonguing her bulging pussy and mouth fucking her!!! The second the long tongue connected with her clitoris, Afton had a huge orgasm, more satisfying and deeper than any she had experienced in her short life!!! While she had read stories about oral sex, but never in her wildest dreams had she thought that anything could ever have felt as wonderful or satisfying as that!

After coming down from her sexual high, Afton asked Miss Richards why she had chosen her, and not some other girl. “Because,” Miss Richards answered, “last week I saw how puffy your vagina looked in your tight panties and I just had to try and get my mouth on it!!!” “Are you glad I did,”
she asked Afton???” “Oh, yes, it was great, just great,” replied a very enthused Afton! Before she spoke again, Miss Richards seemed to be pondering her next question, but finally asked, “Would you mind if I showed you my vagina, it’s very wet, and in need of some special attention!?!” Afton felt her pussy shiver at the thought of seeing the older woman’s pussy, and eagerly answered in the affirmative! Standing up, Miss Richards slipped off her white gym skirt, and slowly slid her full panties down to her ankles, where she stepped out of them with one leg and gave them a kick with the other. Afton watched in total fascination as Miss Richards stood in front of her with her legs spread wide apart exposing her hairy pussy for the young girl to see!
“Do you like it,” asked a nervous Miss Richards, “I hope you do, because I’m certainly getting flooded showing it to you!!!” “You’re very bushy,” Afton offered, “I’ve never seen one that hairy before, not even my mother!” “Let me sit down in my chair and spread wide for you, I think you can get a better look that way,” continued Miss Richards. When she was seated with her legs spread wide, Afton could see the pink slit hidden amongst the thick growth of dark brown pubic hair. Little beads of pussy juice clung to the fur along her crack and her lips were puffed out obscenely, giving every indication that her pussy was in a state of high sexual readiness!!! “What do you want me to do, Ma’am,” asked Afton, who had begun to absentmindedly do her own clit? “C-could you suck me off, dear,” Miss Richards asked in almost a begging voice, “I need it so bad, and you have such a pretty mouth!?!” Afton had never eaten a pussy before, but after what Miss Richards had done for her, she felt that turn about was fair play, so she slid off of her chair and put her mouth directly on Miss Richards hot pussy! Afton heard Miss Richards suck in a lung full of air as her tongue burrowed its way into her slit, which was quickly followed by a long loud moan. “Oh do me, dear,” sighed Miss Richards, “do your teachers pussy like a good little cunt lapper!!!” Afton couldn’t believe how intoxicating a wet vagina could be, and she took several deep breaths just to inhale the aroma of fresh hot pussy! “Oh my,” moaned Miss Richards, “mama is about to have a wonderful cum right in your mouth, oh please, lick mama harder!!!”
Afton bored in even harder, making sure that Miss Richards’ clit received plenty of attention!!!
“Oh my, god,” Miss Richards almost screamed, “your eating my pussy and giving me a huge fucking orgasm, you little cunt sucking slut!!!” Afton’s face was being drenched with Miss Richards’ sex juice, and she grabbed Afton’s head and held it tightly against her spasming vagina
until her climax had passed!

Afton looked at the clock on the wall and realized it was already half way through the seventh period, and she exclaimed, “Oh, lordy, look at the time, I’m really late for my next class!!!” Miss Richards, while still caressing Afton’s ass, replied languidly, “Don’t worry about a thing, I can give you a pass saying I was treating your “sprained ankle”!!!” Upon hearing that, Afton relaxed a little, stood up, and offered her now dripping pussy to the older woman and said, “Well, if we’ve got the time……….”

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The Gunpowder Gals

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I have decided to write down my account of what happened in that fateful year of 1864 and to deposit it in a sealed envelope with our family’s lawyers. Tomorrow is the first day of the twentieth century and I will leave instructions with the papers that they may not be unsealed until another hundred years has passed. My descendents may then finally learn the strange truth about how they came to be.

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There is certainly much shame in the account but perhaps matters which seem important now will not seem so important then. Perhaps it may even be that American men will regard American women as truly free and equal in all human activities, even the procreative ones. Alas though, I feel that many times a hundred years must pass before our society can change to such an extent.

Yet although I cannot hope to know what the future holds I can at least be sure that the great waters of the Missouri river will still be flowing. The river was my constant companion for many years when I grew up in Kansas, and again when I crossed the border into Missouri state to become a teacher in the village of Stony Creek.

Lacking the gift of prophecy, all I can do is to pray on my knees that, whatever fate may have befallen my descendents, in the year 2000 the glorious flag of our God given Union will still flutter bravely above every settlement along the banks of the mighty Missouri. For I remember all too well when for a day and a night the Stars and Stripes proudly flying above Stony Creek were ursurped by the iniquitous banner of the Southern Rebels.

It was what I did during those few strange hours that I feel I must explain, lest dark rumors still linger about my memory. I - and the other village women - did what we did because that was the way the fortunes of war fell out for us. In 1861 the mad dogs of the Confederacy dared to fire on Fort Sumter and in time their rabid bites sent the whole country as mad as themselves. Can we be blamed for acting out an insanity when we found ourselves trapped in an insane situation?

Let those who wish to sit in judgement read my story first, and then ask themselves what they would have done under the same circumstances.

The chalk scratched on the blackboard as Miss Shilling carefully wrote the date on it, ‘October 17th, 1864′. Then, in the top center of the board she wrote ‘TRIGONOMETRY’. Finally, underneath the word, she drew the outline of a tree. When she turned around her class was still waiting dutifully, neither of the boys or girls daring to indulge in any horseplay even when her back was turned. Amanda Shilling was an imposing figure, very tall for a female, with a full figure which caused many an admiring male eye to linger on the generous cut of her bodice and the trim dimensions of her hips. In fact it was widely agreed amongst the men of Clayton County that School Ma’am Shilling was just about the beatingest thing to come down the river in a coon’s age. Selectman Jenkins had spoken for all of his gender at the regular Saturday night cock fight a week after her arrival: “She’s a great young gal, that one. Shaped like a real woman and as handsome as Cleopatra, you bet. Yes, sirree, she’s a huckleberry above most peoples’ persimmons. Gonna be a real lucky man that she sets her cap at.”

In the weeks since her arrival Amanda had not picked out any of her many male admirers for any special signs of favor but the general liking for her in the village had continued to increase. Respectable but not high-faluting, a strong disciplinarian but a well gifted teacher, never one to flaunt her good looks but happy to be sociable with all. In only one way had she upset some of the population of Stony Creek, and that was in her fervent support of the Northern cause. Yet she certainly wasn’t alone in that regard because both the secessionist and abolitionist states had their ardent supporters along the banks of the Missouri. Like so many other settlements in the area Stony Creek was split almost fifty-fifty between Jayhawks and Separatists.

“Now, children, look at the word on the board. Trigonometry: it sounds strange but all it’s saying is that we’re going to study triangles. You are probably wondering what could be interesting about triangles but they can be very useful in solving problems. For example, you’ve seen the tree I’ve drawn on the board. Now suppose it was a very tall tree and you wanted to measure how high it was without having to climb it. Can anybody tell me how you could do that?”

Silence from the rows of well scrubbed faces.

“Very well.” Amanda picked up a ruler. “Imagine that the sun is shining and the tree is casting a shadow. I draw one line straight down the side of the tree and another straight line across from it to show how long the shadow is. When we measure the shadow of the tree we find it is sixty feet long. But, of course, shadows get shorter and longer depending on where the sun is in the sky, so how can that help us?”

Again there was silence in the class room but a long drawn out howl from a riverboat’s siren called out to the village from the river. Mildly surprised, Amanda walked across to the window and looked out at the steam packet churning up the muddy water near the landing with its paddle wheels. Certainly the Henrietta P. Johnson, but arriving two days earlier than on its normal schedule, with several blue shirted soldiers visible on the lower deck and with a large red flag flying above the Texas deck.

“Samuel Trent”.

A chair scraped behind one of the desks as a boy stood up. “Yes, Ma’am?”

“Why is the Henrietta coming in today, Samuel?”

“Been chartered by the bluebellies - sorry, Ma’am, I mean the army. The Union army that is.” Samuel was proud of his special source of knowledge as the wharfinger’s son, as much as he was obviously influenced by his father’s Southern sympathies.

“She’s carrying supplies to General Blunt’s men at Lexington?”

“Supposed to be, Ma’m, but the Rebs have gotten clustered up around Lexington like mountain men around a keg of whiskey. Ain’t no way the captain of the Henrietta is going down river to Lexington with that powder aboard her.”

“Powder?” Amanda looked around at her pupil, rising fourteen and standing so tall he was almost eye to eye with her. “You mean gunpowder?”

Samuel was shyly smiling at this reversal of their usual roles and reveling in the pleasure of being a source of information to his teacher.

“Why yes, Ma’m, twenty tons of it according to the bill of lading we was sent. If it’s on board she’ll be flying a red danger flag.”

“Yes, there is a red flag. There are some soldiers on board as well.”

Samuel nodded knowingly: “That’ll be the army fire guard, Ma’am. To make sure nobody smokes anywhere near those powder kegs. And I daresay my Pa will be searching every wharf rat before he lets any of them start work unloading the Henrietta. He’ll have his cudgel in his hand and he’s said he’ll break the skull of any man found carrying a pipe, ‘baccy or loco-focos onto the landing stage.”

“Really? The gunpowder is that dangerous?”

Samuel Trent came as close to openly laughing in the classroom as he’d ever done since Miss Shilling had arrived. “Why, Ma’am, one spark in the wrong place and the Henrietta would get blown so high the pieces could still be falling come Christmas. Leastways, that’s what my Pa says.”

“Thank you, Samuel, you can sit down again. Now, we were talking about how to find the height of the tree. As I said, just measuring the shadow tells us nothing. So what we might do is to take a stick and carefully cut off three feet of it. Then we put it in the ground, burying it for a depth of one foot. If the stick is three feet long and one foot is in the ground, how much would be left above the ground? Anybody?”

There were plenty of eager hands held aloft: “Teddy Smith?”

“Two feet, Ma’am.”

“Quite right. Now suppose we measured the shadow the stick was casting and it was four feet long. Can anybody tell me what the ratio would be between the length of the shadow and the length of the stick? Yes, Elizabeth?”

“The shadow is twice as long, Ma’am.”

“Exactly. So if we measure the tree’s shadow at that very same moment and it’s sixty feet long, then how tall must the tree be?”

“Thirty feet, Ma’m.”

Elizabeth Manders was almost always the first to answer any difficult question. A pity that she was only a girl from a poor family with no hope of ever being anything more than a village school teacher. Which was precisely Amanda Shilling’s own predestinated fate until she chose to abandon even that modest degree of ambition by agreeing to love, honor and obey some byre smelling, muddy booted farmer for the rest of her life.

“Quite right. Now suppose there was a church steeple nearby and you knew that the top of the steeple was forty feet above the ground. How long a shadow would it be . . .”

Her lesson was abruptly interrupted by a pounding of hooves, ululating screams, the sound of shots being fired nearby. The school marm looked out at the window again, but this time no further than the muddy street beside the school horse. A dozen horses were galloping down it in a solid mass, their riders whooping and firing carbines and pistols into the air and the few citizens of Stony Creek who were abroad scurrying to get clear of the onrushing charge. Amanda thought at first that she was witnessing an attempt to raid the township’s bank, until she realized the men were wearing uniforms, some of the jackets a dull gray, others dyed buttercup brown. All of the riders also had on kepi styled flat hats.

“Lord, save us, they’re Johnny Rebs!”

Amanda was astonished. Certainly, she’d seen plenty of Confederate troops before - in the early days of the Rebellion the entire Missouri state militia had enlisted in the Southern cause. But that had been long ago, in the heady days of Rebel pride and confidence. Now General Grant was hammering the Secessionists’ homeland into ruins and the Rebs should have had enough to worry about without making a futile attempt to recapture lost territory along the Missouri. In any case General Sterling’s Confederate troops were supposed to be at Lexington, just as Samuel Trent had said, and Lexington was at least a day’s ride away. This must be a small raiding party of cavalry, the kind of lawless insurgents whom had made the border areas of Kansas and Missouri such places of misery even before the war had begun.

“Damn their eyes!”

Amanda checked herself guilty as she realized her muttered oath might have been heard by the tender ears of the children. What sort of feather head was she, to swear a vile curse in her own classroom just because of a few marauding soldiers?

“Class, pay attention. It seems that some soldiers have ridden into village and it maybe that I shall choose to send you home early. But I think it better that you stay here for the time being, until things settle down. Yes, Samuel?”

“Are they Rebs, please, Ma’m?”

“I do believe so, Samuel.”

The boy was clearly pleased. “Ma’m, I just bet they saw the danger flag flying on the Henrietta and came down to grab her powder for their own army.”

“Perhaps.”

Amanda felt her legs trembling. Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings came wisdom. It might well be that it was the sight of the red flagged side-wheeler arriving which had bought the grayback cavalry sweeping down to the village and towards the landing stage. Enemy soldiers, and twenty tons of gunpowder in their hands! But there was nothing to be done about it for the time being and the children would be better off kept occupied in the school house until calm was restored. Which shouldn’t take long, as soon as the Confederates discovered that the town was defenseless

“Class, please copy out the drawing on the blackboard.”

The children picked up their own chalks and began drawing on their slates. Amanda walked up the aisle between the desks, lips pursed and teeth gritted at the chorus of squeaky, scratchy sounds which always annoyed her so much. It would be a wonderful thing to teach in a school which could afford paper and pens for every lesson.

Then the irritation of the slates ceased because of the sound of a horse neighing in the street and a man’s rough voice calling out: “Hey, in the school house there, let’s see your hides.”

A glance through the nearest window showed three cavalry soldiers outside, all looking at the schoolhouse, carbines casually resting on their saddles and pointed at the building. Fury brewed up inside Amanda in a red hot stream at the thought of her class being threatened by the slave owning ruffians. A desperate desire to show her contempt for them and their ragamuffin Rebel uniforms made her careless of the menacing firearms. With a firm resolve she swept back quickly down the room, her long skirts rustling against the children’s desks. Behind her own desk was the patriotic emblem of her country, a large United States flag. She unhooked it, draped it around her, then threw open the door and stepped out onto the verandah.

Amanda had hoped to annoy the Southerners with her impulsive action in wearing the stars and stripes but instead of anger the response was laughter. Especially galling as none of the Rebel soldiers seemed much older than the oldest children in her classroom. Tired, dirty, their horses splashed to the hocks with mud, but young and in a cheerful mood. One of them, hardly twenty but wearing Sergeant’s chevrons, laughed openly at the sight of the flag, his eyes fastening especially on Amanda’s bosom.

“Best be careful there, Miss. We’re just the boys to storm any breastworks that have got a Federal flag flying over them.”

His companions greeted his insolence with delight, slapping their legs and laughing as if they were watching a circus performance.

“Keep a civil tongue in your head, you filthy traitor.”

Again, the Sergeant appeared delighted at her response instead of becoming angry. He was something around medium height, blue eyes set widely apart underneath the bill of his kepi, a shaven and strong jaw line, his face deeply tanned by the weather, handling the reins one handed as if he’d been born on a horse’s back.

“I’d have to admit we’re not in our Sunday best, Ma’am, but nobody puts on their good clothes when they’re out hog killing. And back home, when we get guests calling round, we kinda take to being polite to them, ’stead of calling them all kinds of filthy names.”

“Then I suggest you go back home immediately, wherever your log cabin is, instead of coming where you’re not wanted and terrifying decent people.”

“Well, Ma’m, first off, if living in a log cabin is a sin, I guess you’ll have to point out to me where your mansion is, ’cause this whole village seems to me to be pretty much a collection of wooden shacks floating on mud.”

Even Amanda in the fullness of her wrath couldn’t gainsay him on that point; Stony Creek was not a picturesque sight, not even by Missouri standards.

“Secondly, Ma’am, I’d be real delighted to go back home if’n only old longshanks Lincoln would promise to leave me in peace once I was back there. And thirdly, I guess you don’t seem too terrified to me.”

Amanda drew herself up on tiptoe, eyes flashing defiance, her hands still clasped in the folds of the flag of the United States. “I’m not scared of you! But you’re pointing your guns at my classroom and the children in my charge.”

The Sergeant reluctantly took his eyes away from the splendid sight of the bristling school Ma’am - whoever was her beau was sure one lucky son of a bitch. Every window in the school house was packed tight with curious faces - children’s faces.

“OK, boys, put up your pieces. Joey, just take a glance and make sure no men are hiding inside.”

“What men are you looking for?” the teacher asked.

“All and every able bodied man in village, Ma’am. We’re confining them in the cargo deck of that steamer. We need to keep them under our eyes and out of mischief whilst we’re here. Don’t worry though, nobody is going to get hurt. We’re here today and gone tomorrow.”

As one of the Rebs looked around the schoolhouse Amanda saw a dozen glum looking townsmen walking down the street, two cavalry men riding behind the procession, carbine butts resting on their hips. One of the soldiers was chewing like a cow on its cud and as he passed Amanda and the Union flag a stream of tobacco stained juice spurted from his lips and across the schoolhouse steps.

“If you’re dressed for killing hogs, I think you can make a start in your own ranks,” Amanda snapped at the Sergeant.

“Don’t pay no mind to Josh Chamberlain, Ma’am. He’s a good soul but he lost two brothers at Gettysburg and now just got news his home in Atlanta’s been burnt down by Sherman’s men.”

“Oh.”

“Ma’am, I think it might be a good idea to dismiss your class for today. Just until the ructions are over.”

“That’s my decision to make,” Amanda flared back.

The Sergeant’s grin softened into something nearer to a smile: “Look, Ma’am, I’m paid to fight Federalist soldiers but savagerous school marms are more than I ever reckoned on. You can do whatever you like but it seems to me that the woman folk hereabouts would be glad to have their children safe at home while their men folk are away. Also, I’ve got an invitation for you.”

“An invitation - what sort of an invitation?”

“An invitation from Lieutenant Lee, our officer. He’d be right obliged if you’d step on board the steamer presently. He’s got some news for the village women and he needs somebody to pass it on to them. He said to me, particular, that if I should find a lady teacher I should ask her over, as being the best for the job. I guess if he’d known how handsome the school marms are hereabouts he’d have asked even more particularly.”

“Dash your impudence,” Amanda responded fiercely. “Are you algerines and kidnappers like Mosby’s bushwhackers?”

“No, ma’m, we’re from Georgia and we treat all ladies with respect, especially ones that look as if they like posing in front of an audience.” His companions chuckled again. “Miss, you’ll be treated honorably, my word on it. Lieutenant Lee is a fine gentleman and a school teacher himself when he ain’t soldiering in a war: he can read Greek and Latin to beat anything. He wouldn’t have asked you to call ‘cept it was important.”

Amanda nodded: “Very well, I’ll come directly.”

The Sergeant held up his hand: “No, Ma’am, no. Give us half an hour first. We’re making all the men shuck off their clothes before we put them below decks. Can’t risk having anybody down in that boat with tools, ‘baccy or any way of making fire on them. Not with the cargo she’s carrying. And I guess the gentlemen would be right shy about you seeing them in public without their unmentionables on - though I daresay most of them would be real happy to take them off for you in private.”

The cavalrymen guffawed again, Amanda’s cheeks blushed scarlet and she stamped a foot in fury as the Rebs swung their horses’ heads around and cantered off down Main street.

“Oh, you . . . you villains!”

With an effort she restrained her anger and went back into the classroom, all the children guilty rushing back to their desks. Amanda carefully rehung the flag in its place of pride and then turned to face her class.

“Children, I’m going to dismiss you for the rest of the day. Go home quietly and directly. I want each of you to take a message home from me to your mothers. Tell them I’m going to speak to the Rebel officer presently and I expect to have some news afterwards. I want all the ladies who can to come here to the schoolhouse at one o’clock so that I can tell them what’s happening. Please make sure your mothers hear about the meeting - here, at the schoolhouse, at one o’clock this afternoon. Now put your things away and file out quietly.”

When the classroom was empty Amanda went to the bookcase at the back of the room and selected a volume from it: “The Life of Admiral Horatio Nelson.”

Flicking quickly through the pages she found the chapter dealing with the Battle of the Nile. Then, with pursed lips, she carefully read the account of what had happened when the powder magazine aboard the French flagship ‘L’Orient’ had exploded. Even the passage of almost seventy years since the battle did little to soften the horrors the book described. It was in a very thoughtful mood that Amanda finally put on her bonnet and walked between the street puddles towards the landing stage.

The village seemed abandoned, save for a couple of Confederates riding past. All the men held in the Henrietta, all the women staying at home and not even the Rebs showing much interest in the village. But there were a long line of cavalry horses tethered to a fence near the landing stage. Soldiers were busy around them, some fetching buckets of water from a nearby drinking trough, others carrying fodder from the deck of the Henrietta and breaking the bales open for the horses to feed on. Amanda stopped and watched, judging the weight of the bales by the fact that two men were needed to lift each one. She also saw how many more bales were still piled on the deck. Then she counted the horses in the row. Fourteen and at least two more riding on patrol inside the village. Mmmm . . .

“Ma’am.” It was the Sergeant again, walking towards her. This time he wasn’t smiling but stopped in front of her and lifted his hand to his cap in a crisp salute. “Sergeant Wade, Ma’am.”

Amanda nodded her head in brief acknowledgement of the NCO’s new found civility.

“Glad you could come, Ma’am. The Lieutenant is on board, on the Texas deck, if you’d care to follow me.”

Amanda nodded again and followed him onto the landing stage and up the gangplank. A board was set on an easel at the head of the gangplank, a white painted board with red wording on it: “DANGER - NO SMOKING, NO UNSHIELDED CANDLES.” The teacher looked up at the two high cast iron smokestacks towering above the Henrietta and thought that her crew must have had a nervous trip down river.

The Sergeant led her up an outside staircase to the top deck. The sun suddenly appeared for the first time that day and Amanda unexpectedly felt her spirits rising in time to her ascending footsteps. The Sergeant held open the door.

“Lieutenant Lee will see you now, Ma’am. Please go in.”

The leather bound couches and chairs scattered throughout the glassed in deck were as luxurious as Amanda remembered from the only other time she had been aboard the Henrietta. The pile carpet just as thick, the pictures on the walls depicting river scenes just as pleasant, the air still redolent with the lingering aroma of fine cigars, the spittoons just as brightly polished. But now there was no crowd of prosperous business men, no fine ladies, no busy stewards. Just a tall, slender young man with long blonde hair and a fine set of golden mutton-chop whiskers, a young man who gave every appearance of having fallen asleep in the armchair he was now lifting himself out of. Which wouldn’t have surprised Amanda because there were lines of strain around his eyes and his uniform was as crumpled and travel strained as any of his men’s.

“Beg your pardon, Ma’am, beg your pardon. Must have nodded off unexpectedly.”

The officer juggled uncertainly with what had been resting on his lap, a holed gray sock with a wooden darning mushroom inside it and a needle dangling from the hole on woolen threads. He finally put the sock down on the coffee table between them, next to a belt with a saber scabbard attached and an open holster displaying the well oiled butt of a revolving pistol. Then the Confederate lieutenant made a formal bow to her. Amanda acknowledged with a stiff nod of her head, which brought her attention to the officer’s feet. No boots, and one sock on, the left foot bare. She couldn’t help smiling at the sight.

“Must apologize, Ma’am. I don’t normally receive ladies in this manner.”

“The fortunes of war, Lieutenant. Please don’t worry about it. May I sit down?”

“Please do, Ma’am, please do.”

Amanda settled herself in the chair opposite to his, across the coffee table.

“My name is Amanda, Amanda Shilling. Are you any relation to the famous General Lee?”

“Why no, Ma’am, Miss Shilling. I’m just plain James Lee, a Georgia school teacher and noways a member of the first families of Virginia. But I guess I didn’t tell the boys that until after they’d elected me as a company officer.” He smiled - or at least she thought he did. It was hard to tell underneath all that facial hair.

“Please call me Amanda, James. I think we have some important matters to discuss and we should be as friendly towards each other as we can.”

James huffed and blew into his whiskers, apparently distressed: “I would surely like to be good friends with you, Miss Shilling, even if you are a red hot Federalist, or so Sergeant Wade says. But to tell the honest truth, there’s no way I can be friends with anybody in this township.”

Amanda bent forward, picked up the sock and the darning mushroom and looked with amusement at the typical male botch James had been making of the simple job.

“May I?” She began drawing the needle neatly back and forth across the heel of the sock.

James seemed astonished and then even more upset: “Miss Shilling, please don’t do that. It’s right civil of you but where I come from we kind of think it’s important to return civility with civility and I can’t do that - not here and not now.”

“Mmmm.” Amanda looked up from the sock. “You’re talking about the gunpowder, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Ma’am. To tell the truth I was only supposed to take my patrol up river on a reconnaissance mission. But when we saw a side-wheeler flying a gunpowder warning flag and putting into a village under our noses without hardly a Yankee soldier in sight, well, I guess we just had to up and take our chance. So here we are.”

“Yes, so here you are. And what happens next?”

“Today and tonight we rest ourselves and our horses, water them, and feed them on the forage we found aboard. We’ll fill our saddlebags from the US army rations here as well. Then, tomorrow morning, we’ll turn your men folk loose and tell them to step lively out of the village as quick as ever they can. And thirty minutes later we’ll have to set fire to this fine boat.”

Amanda nodded in calm understanding. “And when all the gunpowder in the hold explodes half of our houses will get flattened. And all those bales of fodder will get blown into the air, most of them on fire I suppose, and crash down on the roofs of the rest of the village like a shower of burning comets. I doubt that a house in the entire settlement won’t get blown over or burnt to the ground. A fine way to make war, Lieutenant.”

“Miss Shilling, if I were to leave the powder intact, it could be used to kill hundreds of Confederate soldiers. My own troopers would probably hang me if I were to leave here without getting rid of it. And there’s no way they’ll care overmuch about what happens to your village. Talk about the horrors of war to Grant, to Sherman, to the folks in Atlanta, but don’t waste your breath talking about them to my boys. They know only too well what your blue belly armies are doing down South.”

Amanda nodded, rotated the mushroom in her fingers and began cross weaving the wool across the hole.

“Suppose you were to bore some holes in the bottom of the Henrietta and set her adrift. She’d sink and your job would be done, wouldn’t it?”

“Ma’am, if you were to come out onto the bridge with me I could show you a dozen mud banks in sight of this landing stage. Were I to push the boat out into the current it’s as likely as not she’d run up onto the mud somewhere and stay there high and dry. Maybe she’d never steam again but the Yankee army would soon salvage the powder and all the other supplies on board.”

“Set a powder train to explode the powder and then let the Henrietta drift away.”

“Ma’am, Miss Shilling, powder trains are dangerous and not very reliable. The only way I can be sure of doing the job is to start a fire myself in the lower cabins, a fire I know can’t be put out, and then jump on my horse and gallop away as quickly as I can. That’s why I asked you to come here. I want you to explain to the women folk hereabouts how things stand and to tell them get what valuables they can out of their houses before dawn tomorrow.”

“Without the men to help us, we couldn’t move much at all. Not that the collection of oldsters and loafers you’ve imprisoned here on the Henrietta would amount to much help anyway - all the real men are away fighting in the war on one side or the other. Besides, what’s the use of moving out valuables if we’re left with no roofs over our heads?”

A dimple appeared in James’s chin as he set it firmly against her blandishments: “Ma’am, I’m plumb sorry, but a warning is the best I can do for you.”

“Mmmmm . . .” Amanda lifted up her eyes again, fastening them directly on the officer’s. “But suppose you started the fire and then had the Henrietta poled out away from the wharf? There’d at least be a chance she’d drift far enough away so as not to damage the village when she exploded.”

“Ma’am! Ma’am!” James pulled on his whiskers with exasperation. “Can’t you see how dangerous such a thing would be? I’ve nineteen men here and it would need every one of them to pole out a boat this size smartly enough to stand a chance of getting it away and down river before the fire reached the powder barrels. I’d be risking my entire command just to save some civilians’ houses. The boys would think I was as mad as a meat axe if I was to suggest such a thing to them. I’m sorry, but this isn’t the kind of war with any chivalry left in it. Maybe it started out like that but all the gallant knights in blue and gray have been buried at Bull Run and Sharpsburg and a thousand other places. Nowadays there’s nothing left but spite and dirty dealings.”

“Alright, James, let’s talk about dirty dealings then. By the by, have you got a pair of scissors?”

The Southerner blinked in surprise at her words, then reached out to a small roll of canvas on the coffee table and spread it out. From one of the pockets inside the roll he withdrew a small pair of scissors. Amanda took them from his fingers and neatly clipped off the threads from the sock.

“There. Now, suppose your men were to agree to take the risk of poling out the Henrietta when she was on fire. Would that change matters?”

The officer shook his head in despair at her stubbornness: “Miss Shilling, they plain won’t, and even if they did, I wouldn’t let them. Losing men in a war is bad enough, but getting them killed just in trying to save a few houses would be plumb crazy.”

“Mmmm. . .” Amanda stood up, still holding the repaired sock. “James, why don’t you stretch yourself out on that couch. Put your feet up on the arm rest and I’ll see if that other sock needs darning as well.”

James blinked, his blue eyes puzzled: “What?”

“Please lie down on the couch, Lieutenant. I’ve got some more things to say to you yet. In the meantime, I’ll take a look at that other sock. Now don’t be shy and just spread yourself out.” She walked over and patted the red tinged cowhide back of the couch. “Come on, James, relax. You’ve earned it. And whilst you’re resting we’ll discuss a very ancient legend. Believe me, you’ll find it interesting.”

James had stood up when she had but was still hesitating: “What legend would that be, Miss Shilling?”

“The legend about the rape of the Sabine Women, Lieutenant Lee, sir.”

He was still confused, but certainly interested. At least she had no doubt now that the Lieutenant was a man with a normal man’s interest in women. “What?”

“If you want to hear the story you must lie down like a good boy.” Amanda’s coyness tempted him, his feet moved across the carpet. Then a sudden suspicious thought turned his head towards the coffee table and the belt on it. Amanda smiled as she followed his thoughts.

“Don’t worry, Lieutenant, I’ve no intention of playing the Charlotte Corday to your Marat. I’m not going to try to shoot you with your pistol or stab you with your own saber.”

The officer smiled in embarrassment, more so as the school teacher picked up two cushions from a chair and put them down on one end of the couch. She patted them invitingly and smiled again. The Lieutenant found the invitation irresistible. He stretched out on the couch and rested his head on the cushions. Yet his arms remained stiffly by his side as he watched Amanda. She bent over him and tweaked the cushions a little, smiling at him.

“You remember the legend about the Sabine women, James?”

“Yes. The story goes that when Rome was first founded the city didn’t have enough women and so they tried to buy some brides from a nearby tribe called the Sabines. But the tribe wouldn’t sell them any, so the Romans kidnapped the women they wanted.”

“That’s right, Lieutenant, that’s right.”

She straightened again and walked around the couch until she was at the other end of it, looking down at his face. He trembled in surprise as he felt her fingers stroke the soles of his feet, one bare, the other still with a sock on it. Then his eyes widened further as she knelt down and rubbed his feet harder.

“Oh dear, James, I’m afraid this is another holy sock to match your boot’s sole. I’d better take it off as well.”

She felt his leg quivering as she ran her fingernails over it, gently drawing off the strongly smelling sock. In truth, although the stench was strong touching the man’s foot was making her catch her breath in excitement. She was astonished to find herself acting so brazenly and even enjoying it.

“Miss Shilling, this ain’t right. You shouldn’t be doing that and I know I stink like a polecat because I’ve hardly been out of my saddle for a week ‘cept to sleep.”

“My name is Amanda, Lieutenant, and that’s what you must call me. Amanda.”

She leaned forward and brushed her lips against his instep, his left one. Then she did the same to the right one.

“Is this what you get your slave girls in Georgia to do for you, James?”

The Southerner gave a bark of laughter: “School teachers can’t afford slaves, Amanda. You should know that. Especially not slave girls.”

“But if you did have them, would you like them to do this to you?” This time she put out her tongue and flicked it over the bottom of his feet.

“Yes, I guess I would at that, Amanda.” His voice was deeper, almost grunting.

“Do you think the Romans made the Sabine women do this for them after they’d stolen them? Before they got down to the serious business of turning them from virgins into wives?”

James gasped in astonishment: “By crackey, you sure are the boldest school marm that ever I’ve met!”

“One of those houses out there is mine, James. Every cent I’ve got in the world is invested in it. I guess this is a time when I need to be bold.”

She ran her tongue along the toes on his right foot as if she was drawing a paint brush along a picket fence. The officer stirred again and lifted his hands to cover the growing bulge in his pants.

“Leave it be, James. I like seeing it standing up so proud. Are you thinking about using it as if you were my husband?”

“Lord, Amanda, I’d love to but I’ve told you the truth. The men wouldn’t let me risk their lives to save this village, no matter how much you pleasured me.”

Amanda stood up again, smiling: “I know you’re telling the truth, James, and I respect you for it. But do you remember the last part of the legend? How the Sabine men came to fight to get their women back but then the women themselves stepped in and said they were living happily in Rome and wanted peace?”

“I remember.”

“Good.”

Amanda spread out her skirts and knelt down again, by his side. She undid her bonnet ribbons, carefully took off the hat and put it aside. Her right hand settled as gently as a humming bird on the fork of the thick army pants, her palm lying on the obvious sign of his aroused manhood.

“Suppose your soldiers were offered a bargain, James? That they could do whatever they liked with all the good looking women in this village for tonight, if only they’d agree to try to save the village tomorrow morning. Not much of a peace, but one long enough to try to push this steamer way from the wharf once it’s on fire.” Her fingers closed around his shaft and rubbed it gently. “If they’d agree to a bargain like that, would you agree as well?”

“I - I don’t know.”

Amanda’s fingers undid the belt around his pants, loosening it and then pulling it apart.

“Think about it, James. For one night you could be another Caeser. Rows of helpless women chained and kneeling in front of you, begging for mercy. Do you think you’ll ever get another chance like that in your entire life? Shall I tell you what sort of a play I’m planning on staging for you?”

Amanda plucked open the top button of the uniform pants as she was speaking. If the secret of talking to a mule was to get its attention, there was no doubt that Lieutenant Lee’s ears were as pricked as much as any mule’s could be. And that sure wasn’t the only place he was pricked up.

She turned her head and smiled at him: “If you’ll listen to me I’ll undo all these buttons for you.”

“Do tell, Amanda, do tell!”

“What you should do is search the Henrietta and I daresay you’ll find plenty of chains and neck irons on her someplace. Nobody is ever going to transport another coffle of slaves down this river but the packet captains won’t believe that until the South finally surrenders. So you find all the chains and neck irons you can, and you tell your boys to leave them down in the main saloon.”

She bent to her task again and eased open another button. “OK, so far, Lieutenant?”

“Fine, just fine.”

“Then tell them that each man is to leave a shirt in the saloon as well. And each man is to write down his name on a piece of paper and leave it in one of his shirt pockets.”

She touched another button, pressing down on it against the pressure of the rising flesh beneath to get enough room to wriggle it free. The Reb’s ardor was pushing up a fold of his shirt like a tent post. The school Ma’am put her hand on it and squeezed it gently. James’ whiskers quivered as if he were feeling the heat of a branding iron being held against his body.

“I guess this must be the horn of plenty I’ve heard so much about, sir,” Amanda giggled. “A true cornucopia.”

“Lordy, Amanda, lordy!” The Lieutenant was almost whimpering with pleasure.

“Now, I plan to bring all the ladies down to the boat for their working bee about seven o’clock. We’ll all be carrying food and we’ll tell anybody who asks afterwards that we were ordered to cook the victuals and bring them down to the boat for you. But what we’ll really be doing is taking off our clothes in the saloon and making ourselves up into coffles with the chains. Then we’ll each put on a soldier’s shirt and come up here to the Texas deck, where the village men down below can’t hear anything.”

Her nimble fingers undid the last button and opened the pants as widely as she could, wriggling the top of his pants down around the Southerner’s narrow hips. She giggled again when she discovered there was nothing worn beneath the pants but the bottom of James’ shirt, still draping a column which reared up amid the officer’s rumpled clothing as if were an inflated balloon. But when she touched it through the fabric her fingers found a hardness they couldn’t compress.

“Is this what a husband looks like, Lieutenant? Can I see it?”

Reueben groaned and nodded, his glazed eyes fastened on her as if she was the most fascinating thing he’d ever encountered.

“Alright, but let me tell you first what’s going to happen tonight. We’ll all get down on our hands and knees and kiss the men’s feet to show how we’re submitting to them and begging for mercy. Then you’ll pick a woman at random and get her to read out the name in her pocket. Then she has to take off the shirt and give it back to the man it belongs to.”

Amanda lifted up James’s own shirt, staring at what she had revealed. “Is all this really you? Landsakes, I’ve never seen a body change so much.”

She lowered the shirt on the far side of the shaft and plucked gently at the black curls clustered around the bottom of it: “I surely never saw one as big as this on my illustrations of Greek statutes, but I have seen these before.”

Her fingertips juggled his balls lightly, and she watched in fascination as the man jerked as though she was hitting him instead of barely stroking the taut skinned eggs of his testicles. “James, can you feel that?”

“Yes, yes!”

“Fine - fine. So what I’m planning is that whenever a woman is claimed by a man she has to do whatever he says. Whether with him or with his friends as well, and with the other girls in that coffle helping out. Do you think a game like that would make your soldiers happy?”

“God, yes!”

“And you’ll agree to tell your men about the suggestion and let them decide? The women for tonight to save the village tomorrow?”

“Yes! I’ll tell them!”

“Alright, James. Now, just as a matter of interest, if you were a Roman and I was one of the Sabine women, what would you make me do for you right now?”

His hands reached out, one gripping her hair, the other seizing her behind the neck in a vice-tight hold. “Open your mouth, slave.” He bent her head forward, close to the top of his swollen organ. “OK, Amanda, let’s see you fire off my cannon.”

She squealed - quietly. Her jaw hung open as he positioned her where he wished, then pressed her head down onto his rampant prick. He felt her lips slide around him, the dampness of her tongue against and around the side of his cock. Far from resisting him, her head began to bob up and down on his shaft as smartly as a feeding duck dipping below the water.

It was unbelievable, it couldn’t be happening. He could hear his men calling and chaffing to each other out on the wharf, hear one of them singing:

“Sitting by the road-side on a summer’s day,
Chatting with my messmates, passing time away.”
There were shadows stretching out across the smart saloon, sunlight glinting off bottles behind the bar, and this fine looking young school Ma’am snorting and snuffling into his lap as she sucked him with enthusiasm - amateur enthusiasm perhaps but a thousand times more enjoyable because of that than being performed on by a paid whore from Hooker’s Headquarters or Mother Russel’s Bake House. She was right - never, ever, would a chance like this come along again. And if the other woman in the village would really perform like this school teacher . . . Oh Lordy, what a night was a-coming!

“Lying in the shadow underneath the trees,
Goodness, how delicious, eating goober peas!
Peas! peas! peas! peas! Eating goober peas!
Goodness, how delicious, eating goober peas!

The officer felt the woman’s giggles coming from deep within her throat and through the tingling nerve endings of his organ as both of them heard the song. His fingers looped around the silk hair net holding the chignon of fair hair at the nape of her neck: clutching it firmly he bent her further forward yet to her work until she was snorting for breath and the locket hanging around her neck was resting on his hip.

Long fingernails scratched lightly against one of James’s legs, others across his stomach. Then one of her hands was holding the bottom of his cock to steady it as her lips slid further and further down the swollen shaft. It seemed incredible to him that any respectable woman could have succeeded so quickly in taking him so deeply into her throat. She was submitting as much as she possibly could to his size, even glorying in it, her jaws stretched so widely apart that her teeth were barely scraping over his rampant flesh. The fingernails which had been running up and down his legs moved underneath and behind his balls, every light scratch making him shudder in delight. The officer bellowed in triumph, feeling himself ready to spurt forth into the school Marm’s throat, holding her immobile and unable to move an inch to escape her fate.

Then the dam broke, the pressure was released, his seed came shooting out of him like steam from the boat’s boiler, a whistle of utter satisfaction from between his clenched lips as Amanda choked, snorted, writhed, continued to jerk her head up and down on his lap to mark his final ecstasy with the ultimate feminine submission. When he was finally spent he watched in fascination as the girl calmly patted her lips with her handkerchief, sucking in her cheeks with her eyes closed, as if draining the last drop of sweet taste from a piece of honeycomb. Incredibly, there seemed some expression of smugness on her face - as if pleased with herself.

Later still, she was sitting in one of the armchairs, a smile still hovering on her lips as she sipped a glass of ginger beer that James had brought her from the bar. He was leaning back in an armchair with his bare feet on the coffee table, drawing in with deep satisfaction from a long nine cigar taken into Confederate service from the boat’s humidor.

“Well, Lieutenant, was that a satisfactory token of good faith?”

“Indeed it was, Amanda.” There was a pause as James wondered whether to speak aloud of his curiosity about her behavior. “May I be permitted to inquire as to how you came to be aware of that particular practice? Of course it’s none of my business but you do seem to be a very . . . a very worldly-wise lady for one in your profession.”

Amanda smiled disarmingly, looking like a teenage miss caught with a hand in the cookie jar.

“Oh dear, must I hold a candle to my shames? Very well then, James. The teacher before me in Stony Creek was an elderly man of European origins who died very suddenly from a chill. Since he had no relatives the school board put aside all his books in case some of them might be useful for the school. But I suppose they never examined them very closely because when I went through them I discovered a German volume called ‘Gestohlen Fraun’. My German is very weak but apparently that means ‘Stolen Women’. It’s of no matter about the words anyway as the book is full of skilfully executed drawings of the most lascivious kind. In fact it was the drawings which gave me the idea of approaching you.”

“Really?”

“Yes. The story appears to be about two sisters of the Italian aristocracy and their maids whom are captured by bandits and taken to a mountain lair where they are subjected to every whim of the bandits. The illustrations show many of the . . . the activities in a most life like way. They certainly give the impression that the men involved are greatly enjoying themselves.”

James grinned and blew onto the glowing tip of the cigar: “It sure sounds like hot stuff for a demure village school teacher. The good people of Stony Creek would probably burn you at the stake as a witch if they knew what their school marm was studying.”

Amanda blushed prettily: “Very well, I will confess that ever since I found the book a month ago I have indeed been studying it very closely - more perhaps than is good for me. I fear it has indeed aroused some regrets about my own unmarried state and a lack of a male partner to help me experiment with some of the activities shown in the illustrations.”

“But now you’ve cast aside your scruples?”

Amanda’s smile became as inscrutable as the Mona Lisa’s. “Why, sir, it seems that fate has conspired to make a virtue out of desire by forcing me to cast them aside. But did I really do it properly? I was fearful that you would start laughing at my efforts.”

James spluttered and tugged at his whiskers to regain a measure of self control: “No, Amanda, I didn’t feel at all like laughing. You were very good, I do assure you.”

Amanda bowed her head in appreciation: “Oh, thank you so much for saying so. Do you think I might crave your indulgence in helping my education further in these matters?”

“I’ll be - I’d be delighted, Amanda. What have you in mind?”

“Well, Lieutenant, I daresay all the other ladies whom might come to this evening’s social even are already married - or, at least, they’ve acted the part in the past. I, however, am still - what shall I say - uncharted territory? And I would much prefer that my situation should be altered before this evening’s public performance. Do you think you might possibly visit the schoolhouse about three o’clock this afternoon? I have a meeting scheduled there with the village ladies earlier but I daresay our business will be concluded by then. So I shall know then whether the ladies are agreeable to the arrangement and if I will need your assistance.”

“My assistance?” He thought he understood what she was asking yet still couldn’t accept the reality of it.

“Why yes, James. In fully introducing me to those of your gender. In playing the role of a founding father. Surely you know what I mean?”

James coughed as if he’d swallowed a piece of burning tobacco.

“Lord, Amanda, I’m exfluncticated, tetotaciously exfluncticated. I haven’t ever had such a day for cutting up didoes, nor never even dreamed of such a one. But you can bet I’ll be there on time, with my hair in a braid.”

“Thank you, kind sir. And now I must go before your men wonder what’s keeping me up here for such a time.”

He helped her down the boat’s steps, he escorted her back onto the rough hewn planks of the landing stage, he walked along it with her and reluctantly parted company with Amanda by the line of horses. Both of them pretended not to notice the wide grins on the faces of the Rebel troops. Perhaps Amanda was genuinely unaware of them the Lieutenant thought. He, wiser in the way of soldiers, would not have been at all surprised to learn that his men had already got a pretty good idea of what had happened on the Texas deck. Perhaps they’d even guessed somehow about Amanda’s shameless offering up of the village’s women - an offer he was now convinced she was likely to be on her own in making. Certainly none of the respectable wives of Stony Creek would consider such hellfire and brimstone behavior; of that at least he was sure.

Personally, he didn’t care at all about any other women as long as he could only find a way of getting the school teacher stretched out across her own desk, sans crinoline, drawers and all her other clothing. The very thought of such a scene was vividly exciting - too exciting. All the way back to the paddle steamer he could only retain control of an involuntary arousal by digging his nails into the palms of his hands, feeling as ready to explode at any second as the barrels of gunpowder stored in the Henrietta’s hold. And three words he whispered repeatedly under his breath: “Veni, vidi, vici”.

Amanda was right. He did feel like Caesar and like a conqueror. Or perhaps more like a Mark Antony, matched against a queen defending her own territory with remarkable powers of courage, cunning and wantonness.

Amanda herself returned to her home feeling well content with her efforts. At least she’d succeeded in making an ally of the Rebel officer. Nor did she have much doubt that he was an honorable man who would stick to any bargain that he made. As for his men, the promised treat ought to seal the deal which would save the village. The only people whom needed to be canvassed now were the women. Of course she couldn’t predict their reaction but at least they’d surely listen seriously to any idea at all for saving their homes from certain destruction. Then they would have to make their own choices.

Not that it was going to be easy to just up and tell the ladies the story. Before she went to her pre-arranged meeting Amanda had several nips from a small stone bottle of applejack discretely hidden away in the bedroom of her small home. From an even more discreet hiding place she withdrew her yellow covered German volume and weighed it in her hands for some time, her face a study in concentration.

Eventually she dropped the book into a basket to take to the schoolhouse with her. Perhaps this was a time when a book could be worth a thousand embarrassing words. Maybe the applejack would help as well.

There was certainly no shortage in the way of an audience. There must have been thirty women waiting outside the schoolhouse for her to unlock the door. All of them looking deeply concerned. Some tried to question Amanda as soon as she appeared but she said nothing until the school room was full, all those present standing. With crinolines and bustles at the height of fashion it was quite impossible for any respectably dressed female to have attempted to sit down at the pupils’ desks.

Amanda went to her usual place in front of the blackboard and explained the situation in a few simple sentences. The Henrietta was loaded with gunpowder and had been captured by the Confederate cavalry. The Reb officer was determined that the powder would never reach the Union army and was going to set fire to the vessel at dawn. The only possible way of saving the village from certain destruction was for the burning boat to be poled out from the wharf and into the river current before it exploded. Only the Confederate soldiers had the strength and discipline to stand a chance of managing the feat. The Rebs were not going to risk their lives to save the village of Stony Creek without some special reward being offered.

“Now, ladies. Having heard all this I suspect that most of you have reached an understanding of what I might be talking about. There are only three things which men will risk anything for. We’ve got no choice but to feed them and we don’t have enough money to tempt them into risking their lives for us. The third male imperative is making love to as many women as they can. And that’s our only bargaining chip.”

Amanda picked up her basket: “Any of you whom choose to leave right now can of course do so. I suggest you make arrangements to get your most valuable possessions out of the village as soon as possible. If any of you are willing to make the sacrifice necessary to save our homes, please stay.”

Euphemia Fitzpatrick stepped forward. She was short and well rounded, normally with a bright smile for everybody. The district midwife, with a strong personality and thus of great influence on the other women.

“Well . . . well, Amanda, for land sakes! Have you spoken to the Reb officer about this?”

“Yes, he’s certainly agreeable.”

“I just bet he is!” Euphemia giggled, relaxing the tension. Some of the other women also smiled.

“But what exactly did you say to him?”

“We agreed on an arrangement I suggested. But perhaps there is no need to discuss that until we’ve sorted out the wheat from the chaff - if you’ll pardon me for using such an expression. What happened was that the officer showed me a book of his and lent it to me. A German book with some drawings in it.”

Amanda wondered if there was a recording angel up in heaven writing down this blatant falsehood against her name. Her sins certainly seemed to be accumulating at an alarming rate. She laid the German volume on her desk, opening it at the bookmark. There was writing on one page, a detailed drawing filled the other one. A drawing which she’d spent hours looking at, a masterpiece of composition and depravity.

“Ladies, this is the book I’m talking about. Classical students would describe it as a pornographic work, which means that it deals with sexual matters in a totally uninhibited way. As I understand it, the story is about some ladies kidnapped by brigands and thereafter used in the most shameless way. One of the scenes in the story is depicted on the illustration on the opened page. It was made quite clear to me that the Rebs intend to act out the roles of the kidnappers and we are to become their helpless captives. What that means is, I think, made quite clear by this illustration. Those of you who wish to may step forward and take a look. Thereafter you may stay or go, again as you wish. But I repeat what I’ve already said: if some of us at least don’t agree to submit to the Reb’s demands tonight then our whole village will be a heap of smoking ashes by breakfast time tomorrow.

“I’ve just one other thing to say. If any of you want to get up into a pulpit and lecture me on my wickedness, I’ll bear your reproaches without argument. I just hope that the first lady to cast a stone will still be in the same way of thinking tomorrow when she’s trying to make a wickiup for her family out of branches and blankets.”

A chorus of dissent came from her audience and Euphemia shook her head sharply: “No, no way is anybody here going to say against you, Amanda. I reckon you’ve been smart enough to see straight off the only way there might be out of this mess. Aye, and determined enough to do what has to be done. There’s only question I guess I’d like to ask you right now, if you don’t mind.”

“Go ahead.”

“Well, what about you? You’re single, with your good name to lose. If the worst came to the worst at least you could make up your baggage tonight and move back into Kansas with the next upriver boat. So are you fixing to be at the Reb party tonight or not?”

Amanda lifted up her head and stared straight back: “I’m intending to do whatever I need to do to save my home. As for my good name, I guess it wouldn’t pay anybody to start talking about this business. Not unless they want to cause a whole peck of trouble for themselves and the entire village.”

The teacher was astonished when there was a spontaneous ripple of hand clapping inside the school house. She’d been half expecting to be run out of town on a rail by outraged matrons when they got the drift of her notions but things were turning out more like a school prize giving ceremony. There was a sudden movement in the audience and an old lady limped out, her hand resting on a walking stick. The widow Dawson, from the oldest established family in Stony Creek, and the richest. The widow owned both the tavern and the tannery.

“Amanda, I want to say to you that I surely admire your spirit and good sense. Now I guess I’m not able to be one of your recruits, but I want to tell you that I’ll stand behind you and any other gal that helps to save my property. I’ll also take care of any blabbering bitch by seeing to it that her ears get notched. So, tomorrow, you give me the names of those that have done the deeds and I’ll put two hundred dollars in cash in each lady’s hand as a mark of gratitude.”

Amanda was almost reeling. She seemed to be making as successful a speech as a Senate candidate arriving on the village green with a barrel of free beer. Although it was true that the widow’s promise of a bounty for successful sinning drew far more applause than Amanda’s words had received.

“Just one thing, Amanda. Before I leave, can I take a look at the book that Reb gave you? Just to satisfy my curiosity.”

The teacher nodded and waved her hand towards the desk. The widow limped over to it and bent over the book, fiddling with the spectacles perched on her nose. She stared down at the pages, then gasped aloud. Amanda felt her own cheeks burning, every line of the illustration etched on her own memory. The artist’s viewpoint was that of an observer standing by a large spoked wagon wheel

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