Rebel 1777
Copyright© 2014 by realoldbill
Chapter 34: Burial
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 34: Burial - A young soldier in Washington's army recalls his adventures.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Historical Violence
Right after that, I told Captain Foster I needed to check with my spies in Trenton, and I headed down to see if I could help Nancy bury her Pa, hoping she had not already married and taken care of that task It was still pretty cold with ice in the creeks, so I doubted that she had.
I reached her small home about nightfall, and she was happy to see me. Kissed me, fed me, and bedded me. "I'm goin' to marry him." she said, when we paused after exhausting each other under the covers of her father's bed. "An' I'm goin' to have a baby. I told him already so don' look so surprised. Tain't yours."
"You sure?"
"I'm well along, was when you met me. Fact, I suspected it back then."
"So, whose?"
"Can't say. I humped every boy I could find back then, right after my Ma died and Pa hurt hisself.
I slid back into her, enjoyed the feel of her short, strong legs holding me tightly to her. We finally did sleep, and in the morning, she woke me with a nudge.
"You got one of them big things this morning?" she asked with a laugh in her voice.
I did not have to feel it to know. "Um hm," I said, rolling over to face her. She snaked her hand down to grabbed it.
"Damn," she said, putting her other hand on it, too. 'That is some pole. Come on." She rolled over and pulled my shaft into her. She was ready and waiting and swallowed me up, heaving herself up and pulling me in. She achieved a squealing orgasm in just minutes so I guess she had been thinking about it for a spell, and by the time I was spent and ready to quit, she was on the verge of a second so I plowed on until she came, arching and shivering beneath me.
We lay panting side by side. "Oh, damn," she said. "I been thinkin' about you, about doin' that since you left."
We dressed and ate, and then went to digging a grave. Her intended, a lean, bald man named Peter, arrived about noon and pitched right in, making the job go a lot faster. We still had to chop through some frozen dirt, but a mattock did the job. For his lack of size, Peter was a capable and diligent worker.
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