A Recent Widow "There is a woman in town," the old lady said with a tiny smile, "oh, you are going to enjoy this, a woman who has been recently widowed. She has been a fine source of information about the British navy and about Tory enterprises." I nodded waiting for the ax to fall. "I want you to go see her and do whatever she wants; comfort her." "Yes'm," I said, thinking I had better bathe and shave, assuming I was being sent to comfort some mature ladyfriend or dusty crone. Several hours later I was led into a parlor and told to wait. A few minutes after that the young woman spun into the room in a dress of blue-green silk, her dark hair cascading down her back. I stood and she came directly into my arms. We kissed, hungrily. "Welcome," she said, stepping back and looking me up and down. "I do not wear widow's weeds at home, only in public. How is my old friend, Madam Von R--?" "Very well," I said, undoing the row of small buttons that ran down the front of her tight-fitting dress. She did not seem to notice. "She did not tell me she was sending such a large person," she smiled up at me as I concentrated on her buttons and the feel of her lush breasts against my hands. "I think she enjoys surprising people," I said, peeling her bodice from her and tossing it onto a chair. She had a magnificent body. I popped her right breast free of her stays and bent to nibble its startled nipple. Her ripe globe overfilled my hand. "Do you plan to serve me right here?" she asked, yanking her quart-sized boob free of my mouth and shrugging her shift's shoulder strap back in place. "Wherever you say," I told her. "The old lady said I was to do what you asked." "Well, then," she chuckled, "slow down." She gestured to a chair and sat on the wide sofa, ignoring the fact that she wore no bodice and that I was very obviously hard, hard as her jutting dugs which rose warmly above her lace edging of her stiff corset and then ducked back into their nests as she breathed, presented as if on a decorated platter. "My husband was a fool, which means that I was also a fool, but then I was barely sixteen and he was nearly sixty when we wed. He was a Tory, of course, once the revolt began, rich and vile." I nodded, admiring how straight she sat, her pointed breasts stretching the lace and silk that barely covered them, her long legs primly crossed at the ankle. She raked back her hair with both hands and smiled, raising her white globes still higher. She wore tight and fancy stays, back laced. She sat up very straight, elbows back, breasts jutting forward, mounded and ready to suck. "He deflowered me, of course, in a vulgar and violent manner, draping the sheet out the window, and then he nearly ignored me except to come to my bed when he was drunk and incapable of doing his duty. He died in another woman's arms, in a, what shall we call it, a baggnio?" "When was this?" I asked, crossing my legs to conceal my growing hardness. Her stays not only cinched in her narrow waist, they also pushed up her wonderful orbs so that half those lush mounds glowed above the trim of her fancy shift. I could hardly wait to gobble them up. They were the size, I estimated, of 8-pound shot. "He's been dead two months, no, a bit more, nearly three, dead and buried and unmourned." "How long were you married?" I asked, not ready to guess her age. "Six years," she said with a sigh. "How could you bear it?" I asked, noticing that one of her feet was tapping. "We traveled; Charleston, the Bermudas, London, Nice, Spain, Portugal, Boston. He was in trade, wine and tea. He visited whores in every city I am sure, came home smelling of them." "Why? I don't understand," I said. "I was a decoration, a foolish child. His taste in things sexual was very, what shall I say, very . . ." She took a deep breath. I waited, finding nothing to say. "At first I was faithful, faithful and dutiful as well. But then I began, after the British came to New York, I began entertaining some naval officers." She smiled and I returned her smile. "I was very discreet. I did not know he was having me watched. And when he confronted me, I collapsed, surrendered. He beat me, defiled me, debased me. After that he began bringing men home for me to, to, well, you understand. All of them had perversions of one kind or another. I've been whipped, abused, sodomized, tortured, branded." She flipped up her hem and showed me her burned thigh. "He watched it all, enjoyed it." "And since he died?" I asked, watching her recross her legs, rubbing her thighs together. "Nothing, but then I am in official mourning and may not receive guests, men especially." "I am assigned here week by week,'" I told her since it was just about true. "So you can hire me as your driver, stableman, whatever you need." "What I need right now is that long, hard thing you are hiding between your legs," she said. "Let's go upstairs and we will discuss your employment and your, shall we say, abilities and equipment." "Wait," I said, as eager as she was at least, "do you trust your servants? Who hired them?" She resumed her seat and bit her lip, taking a deep breath which nearly unhorsed me as my prong leapt to attention. "You're right." She nodded, lifted and rang a small bell. Then she put her bodice back on and buttoned it halfway up, granting me a small smile. The black man who had admitted me appeared. "Ramses," she said to him. "How long have you worked here?" "Mr. Toll, he hired me `bout the time he married you, ma'm," the man said with great respect. "Just before." "Did you tell him about my male visitors?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Oh yes," he said rather mournfully, "every one of them." "You are discharged," she said quietly. "I will give you a pound for each year of your service. Is that fair?" The black man nodded. "I had to do it." "I understand," she said. "Did the others also report on my behavior, my comings and goings?" "Oh yes," he said. "We was all a'feared of the master." She stood, said, "Wait," went to a desk and found a velvet purse. She put several coins in the man's hand. She sighed, "Tell the cook and the maid that I must let them go. Give them each a pound, a silver pound." The man nodded. "And the stable lad?" "He spied on me too?" "Oh yes," the elderly man said. "The master paid him for each tale." She handed him another coin. "Give him a crown and tell him I do not want to see him again." "Yes'm," the man said, looking at me from the edge of his eye. "Will you see to it that they leave?" she asked me. "And leave quickly." I nodded and followed the butler out of the room. "She's a fine woman," the gray-haired man said. "He was a bastard." "Can you be loyal to her?" I asked. He nodded. "And ask her pardon, her forgiveness?" "We had no choice. He made us tell. Threatened the women, said he would sell them to the slave drivers." "Get rid of the stable boy and hire another as soon as you can. Keep the money. Tell the women it is a gift from their mistress." He looked at me doubtfully. "I'll take care of it. You serve the lady well and she will pay you well. I will speak to her about granting you, all of you, your freedom." He nodded. I went back to the parlor. "Let's go upstairs," I said, taking her hand. "What about the servants?" she asked, looking worried. "I think you can trust them," I told her. "Be wary, guard your privacy, but I think they will serve you properly now that your husband is not around to bully them. You might well consider manumission." She nodded. "I'm glad, and I have thought of that. Molly's a good cook." "You will need a new man in the stable," I said as we mounted the long stairway, hand in hand, both eager and tasting it. "How much do you want?" she asked me as she opened her bedroom door. "Oh, a shilling and keep," I said with a laugh. She began undoing her buttons. "And keep?" "Yes," I said, circling my arms about her and caressing her silk- covered breasts, sucking her neck. "You may be sorry. I'm very hungry." "Do you intend to eat me?" she asked quietly after wiggling free. "Indeed," I said. "I've not seen anything as tasty as you in some time." We undressed quickly, I helped with her stays, and then we stood facing each other, both bare and glowing with desire. She managed to keep her eyes away from my groin where a huge spike rose topped by a carmine mushroom, jumping wildly and pointing up toward her nose; I managed to take in her whole lovely and womanly body with its rich triangle of auburn hair between her mounded thighs and the dark, hard, jutting nipples on her upturned breasts that sagged just slightly from their weight. "My god, but you are hairy," she said, placing her hands at my waist. My horn was nearly as long as her forearms; it bumped at her navel and rubbed along her puff of a belly. "And you are beautiful," I said, cupping her breasts and palming her nipples. "How do you like to do it?" "Slowly," she said with a smile. She stepped to me and my cock slid up her belly to be mashed between us as we kissed. "And deeply, and for as long as possible," she said, disengaging her mouth and stepping back. She looked down and then up at me. "I'm not sure I believe that," she said. It looked to be some sort of ugly cudgel. "It's all yours," I told her as we rolled under her quilts. "I haven't had a man for six months," she sighed as our legs tangled and my hands roamed her body. "Don't hurt me." I got one finger into her as I sucked her breast and then another while my thumb searched for and found her sensitive nub. Her vagina squeezed at the intruders. I switched to the other tit, licking it to hardness as I curled my fingers in her moist depths and she groaned and shook. I nibbled. I kissed my way down her body, licked her upper thighs and outer lips, then drove my tongue deeply into her while my hands held her heaving hips. She climaxed, arching her body into my mouth. I kissed my way back up her warm body, lapping at her tiny prick, sucking at her navel, laving her nipples, lapping between her globes, gnawing her neck, kissing her ears and them easing my tongue into her mouth and my rigid prong into her cunny. Both were welcomed. Her legs rose and spread wider, much wider. Almost at once we were in locked together and acting with complete abandon. Any thought of a slow and gentle joining vaporized as I speared her relentlessly and she humped her body up against mine, grinding us together and gasping out nonsense. I came rather quickly, jolting several shots of jism into her depths, and she spasmed again, crying out wordlessly with her neck arched and her eyes closed. I rolled us over, held her close and whispered, "Slowly," in her ear. We were both sweat slick and she giggled in response. "By damn," she said later when she stopped, both gasping for breath, "by damn, sir, that was wonderful. I've never known such a swiving. I must write the madam a thank you note." I smacked her buttocks twice, sharp cracks, as my rigid root quivered within her, regaining its strength. "Don't joke about such things," I said, "she believes I sit and read poetry with the women she sends me to see." She laughed heartily and then managed to rotate herself upon my swelling spear until she was facing my feet. Then she pulled herself up, rode me hard for some time and collapsed back upon me when she climaxed again. My hands roamed her body, caressing her breasts and exploring her mound as my root continued to throb and butt into her until I came again, arching her and pumping out my pleasure until she was overfull and leaking fluids down across my scrotum. Over I rolled us, lifted her rump and let her head and arms rest in her pillows I finished my first hour of service to the lady in what some call animal fashion, but up on my toes, knees bent and my hands filled with her buttocks. She enjoyed another orgasm after I was able to reach under her and stimulate her nubbin, but I was done for, thoroughly spent and finally fell back beside her, my proud phallus a soggy tube across my belly. She bent over me while I stroked her smooth back, licked my sore member, kissed it and then tongued it into her mouth. I lay back, unbelieving, as she sucked me deeply into her throat, one hand on my thigh and the other on my chest. She got it hard and when she was satisfied with her work, abandoned it with a smile and mounted me like a jockey, leaning forward so I could lap at her breasts as she rode me to oblivion, crying, "Yee, yee, yah," as she did. When she had had enough, sobbing though a series of passionate peaks, she fell down on me and I held her until my sodden member slipped from her cloying grasp. "A good start, sir," she said as she rolled out of bed. "A modest beginning." "I'm ruined,' I told her. "Weakling," she said as she used the chamberpot. "I thought we could manage three or four more couplings before supper." I groaned and she laughed. I clambered to my feet, chased her about the room, caught her near the door, pressed her chest against it, kicked her bare feet apart and hoisted her on my ram, bringing her right off the floor. I held her to me, walked her to her bed, let her fall forward and gave her much more than I believed I could, grunting the thrusting until she squealed, "Enough, enough, quarter for god's sake." I withdrew my spear, flipped her over, crawled up along her body and dangling my spent root down into her gasping mouth. She licked it and then somehow swallowed it, gasping for breath on the outstrokes and snorting as it slid back down her throat. It was soothing, wonderful with her lush breasts rubbing the inside of my legs but I finally had to admit I was emptied and pulled free of her sucking lips, kissed her, and got dressed while she lay there spread wide open and dripping fluids. Then I found her a robe, wrapped her in it and helped her down the stairs since her legs seemed a bit wobbly. We ate cold chicken and drank white wine while the cook and maid fussed over their mistress, ignoring her flushed appearance and her disordered hair. "These naval officers who paid you court," I said after we were well fed and the biscuits were all gone, "have they anything useful do you think?" She nodded and licked her bruised lips. "There's one, a ship captain, terrible braggart, hung like a mouse he is but very vain. He's an insider." "Would he come if you beckoned?" I asked. She smiled and nodded. "Like a rat to cheese." "I've been asked to get some specific information," I said. "Ramses will take him a note," she said, ringing her silver bell. That taken care of, we adjourned to the bedroom and tried several more positions before sleep claimed us. One she seemed to particularly enjoy had me standing at the side of her high bed with one of her long legs up on my shoulder and the other bent to the side, plunging in and out of her with utter abandon until we both were spent. She was one of the few women who took my morning erection without comment or noticeable effort, and we welcomed the dawn with the woman up on her shoulders, her legs about my waist and I on my knees with my hands on the headboard, using it for leverage to bring her to one more gasping, shuddering orgasm. I succeeded and we went down to a well-earned breakfast. The Royal Navy captain arrived for tea in late afternoon. I took him down to the cellar, hung him up by his feet and questioned him while I wielded a hickory pole on his bare skin. When I finished with him and had what little he knew salted away, he was a mess, bleeding from several crosscuts, his privates barely attached and hardly recognizable, his face a pulp and one nipple gone entirely. He whimpered and begged when I gave him his choices. He decided he neither wanted to drown nor to hang. I offered to bring him a pistol and let him end his own life, but he also declined. "Well, then, captain, " I said, "What shall we do with you. The lady who lives her is a dear friend of mine and I fear you would babble away to your betters. Shall I cut out your tongue?" He fainted. I dragged him out to the stable, tossed him in a pony cart and hauled him to the river where he roused himself and begged for his life, promising all sorts of things. Eventually I accepted his pledge to be silent and to leave the area as soon as he could. I warned him that any violation would lead to a most painful death, and I described what I would do before I skinned him. He threw up. Back at the house, I got him his clothes and then took him into town, releasing him on a street corner known for its cutthroats and pickpockets. I was told, much later, long after the revolt was over, that he became a Member of Parliament, a very conservative one. The woman and I passed an enjoyable few days together, and I regretted having to leave her. She gave me a note for the Madam, one the old lady refused to show me.