The Spy's Daughter And The Rebel Colonel (Closed for Initiate_me))

[Initiate_me]

My soldier was driving into me harder now, each stroke rubbing along the walls of my vagina, pushing deep into me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I bit the rug and gave myself over to it, his hands gripping me firmly, controlling me, his balls slapping against me at the depth-point of every thrust.

I heard a voice - "Oh my fucking God...yess! Yess! Yess!", and it took me a long moment to realise that it wasn't my own, it wasn't an involuntary curse from my careful lips. It was Marabel. Was she watching? I felt like I should mind, that I should mind very much- I was perhaps being penetrated on all fours like some kind of bitch on heat, but I was still a lady, and deserved some kind of privacy... but I knew that truthfully I did not care. She could watch. She could see us sweating, breathing heavily, consummating our romance.

My lover groaned- "Oh God cum to me my love...let me own you!", and slammed his member into me harder, making me cry aloud. His pace was frenzied, like a man possessed, and I felt my pussy grip his cock hungrily, craving the intensity of his invasion of my tunnel.

"You... own me.... I'm... yours!" I gasped, still biting the rug, feeling for a crazed moment that the fire and the sex would melt my very soul.

 

[Homerun2611]

"Uhhh....ahhhhh....mmm.......ggaaahhh" It was getting a bit louder, and I knew that Elizabeth had to know that our dinner hostess was quite obviously in her room, masturbating and I was quite certain somehow watching us. This was new for me, I had never before had someone watch and enjoy themselves as I had intimacy with a lover. And...I knew it was quite sinful of me...but I could not deny, part of me was finding it highly arousing! I considered inviting her in...if she was going to watch, why not have a ringside seat, but I thought that was too much, so I kept enjoying my new young love, until in the background I finally heard a small bang as something tipped over, and then a long, "Ahhhhh..." followed by a nervous giggle.

One down, but the wrong one. Elizabeth had to be close...she had bucked and groaned, pledged her body, soul, heart and cunt to me, "You... own me.... I'm... yours! Her words drove me over the edge, "Oh God....yes...I love you...want you...Oh Goddddd....cum to me my love...cum with me....oh FUCK...take ME!!!!!

And I slammed in, as deep as I could go, my entire body tensing, her hips pulled back in, and my body spasming as I fired rope after rope of cum into her young fertile womb. I wanted her to cum, hoped taking my seed might be the last straw to push her over that wonderful cliff.! I reached down...riding out my orgasm, and I pulled her up pressing her back against my check as I continued to grind in spilling my seed.

My mouth latching on and kissing her neck, my one hand wrapping around to tease and play with her breasts and nipples....my other reaching down, grasping her mound and working her clit fast and hard. Something deep inside me, not only had needed to make love to her...but I would not stop until I made her cum! She would find, that I was not a selfish lover, I was incomplete no matter how amazing my satisfaction was, if I could not return in kind.

I smothered her neck in kisses and small bites, I worked her body like she was a fiddle and I was the fiddler...I needed to make her body make music....and that is when it hit me...hard...I was completely in love with this girl!

 

[Initiate_me]

Rusty gripped my waist tightly as he came, filling me up with wet warmth, groaning with gratification. Then he pulled me upright, still inside me, holding me to him and kissing my neck passionately. I could feel his semen dripping out onto my thigh, sticky and hot. He toyed with my nipples, and I shivered in spite of our fireside position. His fingers found the special button that I had discovered only a couple of years ago, the one with the power to unlock me.

I realised I was dripping sweat onto the rug. He played me like an instrument, like a gentleman serenading his love, baring his soul. His penis inside me was softening, but still warm, and still filling me as his hand worked away. The waves were building now, the ebb and flow was intensifying, at first steadily, and then suddenly it all came on in a rush, and the pleasure hit me like pain. My legs clamped around his hand and I put my hands back to grip his quads, steady myself as I climaxed. I tried to keep my mouth shut but I couldn't, I threw my head back and yelled out, no words, just a cry of fulfilment. And then the power finished with me, and I collapsed back against him, exhausted.

 

[Homerun2611]

I loved how Elizabeth's body at first pressed back into me, full of passion, clearly not wanting me to stop any more than I did. There was such trust in the way she did it, her body was a masterpiece all on its own, an instrument that reflected God's finest work, and yet she gave me total control and ownership to do whatever I needed to do to create sweet music.

Mmmm, God she felt so good, divine, and our little symphony finally hit its crescendo, It was incredible to feel her body climax to my touch...our bodies drenched with sweat, yet pressed against each other as tight as we possibly could. While my orgasm was intense and wonderful, enjoying hers was even better, magical!

As she stopped clenching, finally letting her legs relax that moments ago had held me like a vise, relaxed and then like the delicate flower she was, she softly wilted in my arms. "How can you possibly be so perfect?" I whispered. And then I reached down and tucking one arm under her knees, I pulled her up to hold her in my arms, and then walking on my knees moved around to gently lay her on the blanket.

I slid down next to her, resting on my elbow so that I could gaze down. "Is it wrong to wish you could always be naked, to say, in my entire life I have never seen anything as beautiful as your naked body...." I smiled, I was feeling so much...she had been my angel when I first woke up, she had been my angel, my reason for being all the time I was in the hospital. And now, for the second time she had redefined any thoughts I had ever had of how magnificent a woman could be.

I leaned in and brushed her hair from her forehead and cradled her cheek. "Maybe that is not proper...but I hope this is okay...Elizabeth...I do know one thing...I am in love with you....madly, in love with you!"

 

[Initiate_me]

It took a few minutes for my breathing to calm, but it did. And then I just lay against him, staring into the fire. He took me and lay me on the rug, gently, and rested next to me. Resting on his elbow, he smiled down at me, and I somehow lacked the energy to smile back.

"Maybe that is not proper...but I hope this is okay...Elizabeth...I do know one thing...I am in love with you....madly, in love with you!", Rusty said, and I just stared at him, like a dumb animal. The words did not register in my mind, they were like seeds on closed ground, and all of their beautiful potential was wasted. I heard him but I didn't believe. I was incapable of believing.

I closed my eyes and let go, let the warmth and the fatigue take me. He stroked my hair and cheek as I slipped into the night world. In that strange passage between reality and dream, I thought of my mother, waiting for us. If the message had reached her. What would she think of Rusty? And what would she think of me? I was not the child who had left her to volunteer for the cause, just few months since. My age was still nineteen, but I felt now that I knew something of the world. I was wrong, the truth was that I still knew nothing. But at that moment I felt, for a fleeting moment, like a woman.

 

[Homerun2611]

She looked back at me vacuous and empty and my heart sank. Hadn't she just given herself to me, cried out and oath and promise in the throes of passion? How silly I had been to believe it was real, but, embarrassingly, I had. She said not a word, not a peep, she didn't acknowledge a word I had said, and I am quite confident, I had never felt like such a fool. Nevertheless, I had held and stroked her, as Elizabeth quickly fell asleep. I had to question myself, how could I be feeling what I was, when she so clearly was not.

I didn't even see Marabel open her door, and only when I looked up, did I see her standing there naked, her young thighs ever so slick with the admiration for the show Elizabeth and I had given her. "She is young and stupid Captain...just a child. She has no idea how lucky she is!" Her point was simple and direct.

"Are you sure this is what you want? I am not a child...I have slept with many men, few of my choosing, but never have I seen a man play a woman like you played her....yet you pronounce your love and...nothing." The girl was far more wise than her years suggested, and her words rubbed salt into the wound. "May I ask...the way you ate her ass...that looked very nice." I laughed, "That is not a question..." And she only raised her brow provocatively. She was seemingly letting me know she was available and still aroused, but I was spent. I laid down spooning Elizabeth.

"I think it is time we all fall asleep..." I got serioius. "Marabel we will be leaving early and...I think you should come with us. I know you have your freedom, but you are not safe, not if the carpet baggers come through. You could come with us, travel as my servant..." I avoided using the word slave, a word I hated. "That way you could come and stay and yes work, at Elizabeth's home, but as my servant I could let you go anytime, and when it is safe, I promise to do so."

She had no reason to trust me, but I had seen the fear in her eyes when I had knocked on her door and after some deliberation she finally looked at me, "I think that may be a good idea....I trust you to take care of me." She wouldn't be sorry, but we talked no more, and I was soon asleep.

In the morning Elizabeth was already up, and her dismissal of me the previous night ran through my mind. I looked at her, I wished I could take back what I had said, but I couldn't, I wasn't sure if I had ruined everything....

 

[Initiate_me]

Finding myself awake ahead of my soldier, I hurried to dress myself before he came around, thought I knew not why. The plain, practical clothing was already tiresome for me. Although I did not miss the cumbersome formal gowns reserved for the events of high society, I did find myself longing to wear my favourite everyday dresses. I expected that my mother would hasten to have my hair properly washed, and attire me in a manner befitting to my status at the plantation. The status of a lady.

But that would mean leaving behind my identity as a nurse. The version of me into which I had been growing, slowly but surely. Developing, and maturing. Until the doctor had sent me away.

As I made feeble attempts to re-light the fire, I told myself that my contribution was not yet over. In serving this injured soldier, I was serving God. I had been tasked with this, it was my charge. In fulfilling it, I would play my part, I would be a good Christian, and a good American. But returning home early felt somehow like a failure, running away from duty.

With a start I realised that Rusty was up, and pulling on his clothes. I tried for a simple smile, to hide my angst, my inner turmoil. Was I mistaken, or did his expression also convey a hidden pain? We exchanged pleasantries of the morning, and then I asked

"Do you believe much more travelling awaits us? I find myself anxious to see home."

 

[Homerun2611]

It was nice walking up clean! Even though I had made love, or maybe it was just had sex with Elizabeth, I still felt the freshest I had in days. I had just pulled back on my pants and put on a fresh shirt, no longer even trying to suggest modesty in front of the two women. "Do you believe much more travelling awaits us? I find myself anxious to see home."

"I guess I could tell you are wearying of our travels...." I said dejectedly, as the memory of her ignoring the profession of my love came back clearly. "Even if we rode through dusk until midnight I doubt we could make it, and that would not be fair to the horses. I think we will need to camp one more night and then we should be to your plantation mid afternoon, or certainly before dinner tomorrow."

I thought Elizabeth had really enjoyed our time together, and now I was doubting everything. At least I would get her safely home tomorrow and then perhaps I should be quickly evaluating how I might move on soon afterward. "I will go out and tend to the horses, we should plan to leave after breakfast."

I went out to water and feed the horses and rig them up to the wagon, leaving the women alone. Marabel waited for me to leave before tourning to Elizabeth. "Ma'am perhaps this is none of my business, and forgive me if I offend, but don't you love him?" She looked at Elizabeth waiting for an answer.

"Have you ever been in love? For if you hasn't, that is a man worth loving, and if you don't want to, I would be happy to, or...." She looked closer at the young woman, "...or...do you not know how to treat a man...pleasure a man....would you like to learn?"

 

[Initiate_me]

When Rusty went out, and Marabel spoke to me, I did not know what to think. She asked me if I loved him. When I did not answer, she continued

"Have you ever been in love? For if you hasn't, that is a man worth loving, and if you don't want to, I would be happy to, or.......or...do you not know how to treat a man...pleasure a man....would you like to learn?"

I was aware that I was rubbing my palms against each other, a habit of my nerves, and I endeavoured to stop. The coloured girl was waiting for me to speak, smiling her beautiful smile, trying to encourage me. It was so strange to be conversing with one of these people, after nineteen years never having done so. Here she was now, framing an interaction that cast us as equals, as friends. Discussing matters of the heart. It felt right that we should be equal - but they say that the habits of a lifetime are difficult to bend to your will, and part of me, perhaps my mother's influence, urged me to tell her to keep to her own business.

"I love my mother and father," I finally said. She gave a light fluttering laugh, and shook her head.

"That's not what I'm meaning, ma'am. I mean the love of man who wants your mind... and your body. That's what I'm meaning."

"Yes, well. I don't know that this is the time or the place for such a discussion."

"I can keep secrets." She was playing with her hair, curling it with a finger, and I focused on that, rather than the interrogation of her soulful eyes. "My people know how to do that, always doing it."

"I don't doubt that you can." I turned away and went to my valise, in the pretence of needing to check the packing of my possessions.

"I'm keeping the secret of what I saw last night." I froze. It hadn't been my imagination then. We had indeed been watched. "You was looking right together. My heart sang for you."

I kept my back turned. "That was improper of you."

She laughed again. "Proper and improper doesn't exist out here, ma'am! Although I'm knowing that I'll have to remember all those rules, when we get to your big old house."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Yes ma'am. The soldier invited me. I'm to come as his servant, but not really be so. It's not safe for me to stay out here, all alone. There's an army what is to come through."

I could hardly deny her, with the peril that she would be left in. So I approached her and summoned up a smile, took her hand in mine and told her she would be welcome, that I would value her company. I warned her to mind her behaviour in front of my mother, and the two family servants, who were loyal to her and always watchful. In truth I felt glad that she would accompany us- I found her presence to be pleasant, and I wished to learn more about her, and and develop an understanding of her race. The world was changing, and I wanted to be ready for whatever came.

Rusty was leant against the wagon when we left the shack, and he smiled at us, tipped his hat. I took his hand to allow him to assist me up to my seat, not acknowledging the strange atmosphere between us, or his passionate words the previous night.

"I expect that we should be on our way, if we are to make the desired progress before our night's camp," I said. One of the horses snorted as if in agreement.

 

[Homerun2611]

The horses had really been exceptional, for I doubted either of them were young. I made sure they were well hydrated and grazed in the grasses that surrrounded Marabel's home. I kept thinking about last night and I knew something was not quite right, but did not know what. Of course, I had no idea of the conversation taking place inside.

Yesterday after our first night, Elizabeth had been slightly flirtatious and seeming looking forward to our next time. Last might had been the same, certainly as she cried out and orgasmed. Perhaps it was my pleasuring her anus orally, or perhaps just my words expressed more than she desired. She was still young, and I had to face the reality that she simply might prefer a younger man.

When they walked out, it was clear Marabel had notified Elizabeth of my invitation, and I realized I might have been presumptuous. "I expect that we should be on our way, if we are to make the desired progress before our night's camp,". Elizabeth declared, and she was right.

However, I needed to clear the air on a couple of issues. "Marabel why don't you get settled in, there should be plenty of spots you can be comfortable in the back or perhaps you and Elizabeth may want to switch from time to time riding with me? But if you wouldn't mind, I need to speak to Elizabeth for a minute.."

I extended my hand, hoping she would not reject it, "Can we walk over by the stream and talk for a minute?"

 

[Initiate_me]

Marabel hopped up obediently, to find herself a comfortable spot in the wagon. I took Rusty's hand, knowing that the clouds in my mind would most likely be easily read by a man of such life experience. I resolved that I would not articulate my feelings, my worries, not until I truly understood them myself. I would guard my heart until then. I would not be led into confusion by the pleasures of the flesh.

We walked to the stream, exchanging a few words about the pleasant surroundings, and the freshness of the morning. His body looked as powerful as ever, but I knew now his tenderness also, which was gratifying. And now he seemed to be showing me a glimpse of another side- an uncertainty, like a child who fears rejection. I saw it on his face for a brief moment, and then it was gone, replaced once more by the grim, determined soldier.

Attempting to show him sympathy, I said "It must be trying for you to be so far from your comrades, as they continue to struggle."

 

[Homerun2611]

She gave me her hand, which did make me happy. However, yesterday morning when we awoke I felt she was so close to me, two hearts and bodies dancing together, light on our feet and so perfectly in rhythm, how was it possible that only 24 hours later I had two left feet and was quite possibly tone deaf? Taking her hand, I took the chance to look into her eyes, how I adored those eyes, "Thank you for giving me a minute."

As we walked toward the creek I comment on the beauty of the day. The morning was a bit cooler than the prior days and with some luck we might make it easier on the horses and more comfortable for everyone. I looked back over my shoulder to make sure we were out of earshot of Marabel, but when I turned to her, she caught me by surprise, "It must be trying for you to be so far from your comrades, as they continue to struggle." How could she be so far off the mark?

"Yes, there are many good men I have left behind, but it is not trying to be gone from them. Do you not understand the injustice of the war we fight....I would be happy to do anything I could to strike a peace accord and end this, but I will never fight another day, shoot another gun, or God forgive me for ever having taken a man's life in the defense of slavery."

I looked at her, "Sweet Jesus Elizabeth, did meeting Marabel not teach you anything, do you believe there is still some dignity and gallantry of fighting for the confederacy in this damnable war!" I took a deep breath, sure I had probably shocked her, as we were heading to her home where I knew they owned many slaves, as regretfully, I still did myself.

"That is not what pains me, not at all. I first though must apologize, as I made a decision last night, that I would not leave Marabel, after the kindness she gave us, in harms way. I am willing to take on the responsibility of her, and act as her owner, until I can ultimately deliver her to a safe freedom. However, it was not right to have you join in this charade without asking."

I took a deep breath and got to the real heart of the matter. "Last night, I believe I went too far and expressed feelings you either do not want to hear or do not feel. I am sorry. Once I get you home, you do not owe me any more courtesy, and if you would prefer that I leave you, and attempt to move on with Marabel until I can get her to the city...hopefully find the underground railroad they speak of, I will do that. Elizabeth, I thought there was something strong growing between us...but I am afraid I was very much mistaken, and it might serve you best if I just move along?"

 

[Initiate_me]

Shaken by his strong words about the war, I remained silent as we strolled along the bank of the stream. Doubts about the confederacy... that was something I had thus far refused to allow myself to contemplate. I could not. It was everything to my family, it had shaped my upbringing. When questions, uncomfortable whisperings had emerged in my mind, I had supressed them by telling myself that it was my lack of knowledge of politics that caused me confusion. But here was a ranked soldier, a man of experience and intelligence, telling me that he doubted our common cause... he spoke of slavery, and my cheeks burned, thinking of the hands we had back home, and the denial I had practised. Never thinking of them as what they were.

He stopped and so did I, and he sighed deeply. "Last night, I believe I went too far and expressed feelings you either do not want to hear or do not feel. I am sorry. Once I get you home, you do not owe me any more courtesy, and if you would prefer that I leave you, and attempt to move on with Marabel until I can get her to the city...hopefully find the underground railroad they speak of, I will do that. Elizabeth, I thought there was something strong growing between us...but I am afraid I was very much mistaken, and it might serve you best if I just move along?"

I could hardly believe this. This man who had deflowered me, to whom I had given my virtue, my purity... did he now seek to cast me off, to be rid of me? Did he regret now the passionate words that had escaped his lips? It seemed that he sought to retract them. I felt as though I would cry, but I mustered up all of my inner strength, fought for composure, and won. I looked him in the eyes and said, in level and dignified voice;

"Yes, if that is what you consider to be the most appropriate course of action, then we should indeed do as such. And now let us please waste no more of the morning."

I turned on my heel and set off back towards the shack, not looking to see if Rusty followed. Once there, I did not wait for him to arrive and assist me, I pulled myself up, and joined Marabel in the carriage. She began to speak, but on seeing my stoney face she evidently changed her mind, and lapsed back to silence.

 

[Homerun2611]

I could not believe it, "Yes, if that is what you consider to be the most appropriate course of action, then we should indeed do as such. And now let us please waste no more of the morning." Then we should indeed do as such? Now let us please waste no more of the morning? WASTE? If she had taken out a dagger, hidden in her boot, and stabbed it through my heart, she could not have caused me greater pain. "You gave me your virginity?" He whispered, turning to follow her, bu but he said it almost in shock and she clearly did not hear him.

Quickly she hopped up in the wagon and went to sit back with Marabel. Leaving me alone and relegating me to littl more than a carriage driver. Never had I been so wrong about anything, I knew I had fallen head over heels for her, I had been in love, but not like this...I knew the difference and this was not momentary passion, but how do you sustain feelings for a love so clearly unrequited.

I climbed up into the front and grabbed the reins of horses, "Yee haw!" I slapped down the reins and we were off at a steady trot, a sustainable gallop. And off we went, at least it was a cooler morning. I checked the sun, I suddenly had an urge to make it all the way to Elizabeth's ranch, but that simply was not possible. We would be making camp one more time, before I could drop her off.

Marabel let Elizabeth have time to settle down, she was clearly angry, but for the life of her, she couldn't figure out why? That man, that fine looking soldier loved her, she saw it in his eyes and the tenderness and passion he expressed to her in such abundance.

They had driven nearly two hours, Marabel did not know her letters so she could not read, but she watched Elizabeth and that was almost as interesting. Finally she spoke, "Was he your first time...the soldier I mean, was he your first, is that what this is all about? Are you regretting it? Because ...he sure do like you...more than like..."

 

[Initiate_me]

The two hours of silence that Marabel had allowed me were appreciated, and I felt somewhat calmed, by the steady rhythm of the wagon, the sound of the birds, the sound of the horses' hooves on dirt and stone and grass.

I became aware that Marabel was watching me, and I looked to her. She said "Was he your first time...the soldier I mean, was he your first, is that what this is all about? Are you regretting it? Because ...he sure do like you...more than like..."

Again, I had to struggle against the unkind impulse to instruct her to keep to her own concerns. I reminded myself that, although in an official capacity as servant of Rusty, she was in truth with us as a friend. And I should communicate with her as such.

"Yes, he was my first." Did I regret it? Giving myself to him? No. No, I didn't, I didn't regret the joy, the connection, any of it. "I do not regret what we did. But I know that I've allowed myself to become carried away. I... I think that....". I sighed, and shook my head.

"Tell me what you were about to say. Please." Her eyes were full of affection, encouragement. She took my hand.

"Do you think... do you think that any man is to be trusted? To truly, really be trusted?"

"I do. I do."

"If only I possessed your confidence. I'm not sure what I believe."

She looked concerned for me. Gently stroking my fingers, her bare black skin against the black silk of my gloves. "What about your father? Are you not trusting in him?"

I shook my head. "I know that I should. But I sometimes feel that he has abandoned me, and my mother. I sometimes think that he wanted to leave. He seemed... so full of life, on the day that he departed to serve the cause. He had an energy I had never before seen. It was his desire to go, and to leave us."

"Well, I can't be speaking to that... but not all men will up and leave you, if that's what you are fretting for."

Smiling at her, I leant forward, and whispered "You are a good person, Marabel. And wise. And I thank you. I do not know what I will do, but I will remember your kind words." We each held the other's warm gaze for a long moment, before a bump in the road threw us backwards into our seats, and, on hearing Rusty call out an apology, we broke out into cleansing laughter.

 

[Homerun2611]

I heard them talking back there, or at least noises, and I appreciated how Marabel spoke a bit louder and I wondered if it was for my benefit. However, the CLOP, CLOP, CLOP of the horses made it difficult. Marabel asked if I had been Elizabeth's first time? I knew the answer, but what would she say, and more importantly, was she sorry. "I do not regret what we did. But I know that I've allowed myself to become carried away. I... I think that...."

THAT WHAT? I wanted to scream! Had she been caught up in it, living a fantasy, but my words had bought back reality. I knew they could not see me, and I craned my neck to try to hear their confidential discussion. This was not my best moment, but I was desperate and on the verge of losing the most amazing woman I had ever met. Offering to leave her, no less!

The next exchange really surprised me, "Do you think... do you think that any man is to be trusted? To truly, really be trusted?" Was this directed at me, what had I done to question or lose trust? All I had said was I loved her...

I thought and thought the rest of the afternoon, I also thought about what she had said about her father. We stopped for lunch and to rest the horses, I was still trying to think through what I had heard and what I should do. While I took the horses down to water, having quickly eaten my lunch, I did leave the girls in private, but I felt two eyes on me as I walked away.

"You don't want to lose him do you?" Marabel asked point blank, as I removed my shirt and wiped my upper body with the cool rag filled with the water from the babbling brook. "Are you worried about pleasing a man like him long term?" She looked in Elizabeth's eyes, "Sexually?" Marabel liked Elizabeth, she wanted to make her feel more secure, but maybe she was barking up the wrong tree?

"If you want, I could show you...and then you could try? Or I could tell you things to do...and give you thoughts?" Marabel had enjoyed last night, and she was willing to participate more...either as surrogate or coach...or not at all.

The conversation broke, unfinished when Marable saw me leading the horses back to get going again.

 

[Initiate_me]

Where did Marabel's ideas come from? Was it a propensity of all her type, to focus always on the carnal, the physical? I had not previously thought of how a girl like me could satisfy the intimate desires of a man like him for more than a couple of nights. But of course now, now that she had mentioned it, it did appear to be a problem. Not that it was a problem I needed to solve, what with Rusty's polite yet clear movements to distance himself from me.

The soldier had returned before I could even think of what to say in reply to Marabel's uncouth speculations. I returned to the wagon quickly, to be ready for the continuance of our journey and to avoid the awkward small talk that I feared from Rusty. I hear low voices murmuring outside, and knew that he was speaking with Marabel, but the content of their brief conversation remained unknown to me. And then she was back in with me, and the horses were once more pulling us forward, forward into the world, forward into our future.

 

[Homerun2611]

I was very curious what they might have been discussing, I was not quite sure how to handle or what I should make of what I had heard between Elizabeth and Marabel. I was racking my brain as to how I may have made her question whether she trusted me, or was that simply a question for any man?

I was hoping that inspiration might come to me as I walked back and somehow I could say something that made everything better, or at least closer to how Elizabeth and I had been only a single day ago. However, as I got close, it was obvious that would not be an option as Elizabeth scurried inside the wagon.

Fortunately, Marabel waited for me. The things Marabel had said last night had worried me a bit. Now, I truly was flattered, and it was not a function of not feeling attracted, as Marabel was very attractive. It was just, he was trying to be a man worthy of Elizabeth's affections.

"What did I do?" I asked, and watched as Marabel was clearly uncertain. "I'm not sure, I think she is a bit overwhelmed by everything. She is not sure how to trust her feelings or know if your feelings are true...and if they are...if she can keep you interested?" It was a lot to take in, and I was not sure. Then Marable winked at me, "I have an idea...let me see if I can talk to Elizabeth and give her something to think about that you would like to!"

Marabel was speaking in riddles, but then I saw her reach into the food stores and grab a carrot and a pair of small potatoes. She climbed in the back with Elizabeth, and I took my position again again in the driver's bench, but I was getting a bit lonely up there.

Marabel sat down facing Elizabeth who looked a bit confused. "Would you mind if I...showed you some things you might want to try sometime...things I have learned men really enjoy?"

 

[Initiate_me]

I stared at the carrot and the little potatoes. What on God's green earth was this girl talking about now? I fixed her with a stoney, emotionless look, one which came naturally, and which had been described previously as a very demoralising expression to face. But Marabel just smiled at me.

In truth, I was beginning to feel some suspicion towards her. With her secret conversations with the soldier, and her strong desire for us to be together. Was this all just good will? Wanting two lonely souls to be together? Or was something else behind all of these efforts? The wagon trundled along, and I felt myself relaxing into the journey. I supposed she may as well show me what she wanted to, if it would avoid any further searching questions from her.

"Certainly," I said, doing my best to mimic her friendly smile.

 

[Homerun2611]

Marabel, perhaps due to being brought up as a slave and having to service both the hands in the field and the ladies and gentlemen, if you could seriously call them that, of the plantation, was polyamorous, even though she herself would have never heard of such a word.

Early on she had fallen for and been infatuated, perhaps even in love with a young field hand, big, strong and virile. They had found passion late in the night rutting like animals in the dark corners of the slave quarters. However, her man and his physical prowess had not gone unnoticed by the women of the plantation nor certain visitors.

When the men of the plantation were away, he would be called up to the main house, or have a rendezvous in the stables, where he would service the privileged white women, or more accurately, be serviced by them. He explained to Marabel, this was not about them, he loved her, but sex could be enjoyed with anyone, and if you let your body just enjoy, After that, she no longer resisted being called up to the main house, she just made sure it was dark, and she could focus on just the sensations and not who was providing them. Further, she found she enjoyed, women every bit, if not more, than men!

Last night, Marabel had a totally different reaction, she had found both the soldier and the young nurse quite delicious, she was not interested in coming between them, more hoping she might provide a little spice that might be enjoyable for all. She could tell that Elizabeth was less than enthusiastic. Nevertheless, she persevered, being as honest as she could.

"Ma'am, your soldier loves you, but he has an ego, and you have bruised it. But you are also young, and men like a woman with a bit of experience, even if they don't say so. Think about it this way, no matter how much you might enjoy vanilla ice cream, sometimes don't you like some strawberries or chocolate?"

She raised her brow questioning and then raised the carrot and potato? "Men like to be please orally...am I right in assuming you have never done this...would you like me to teach you?" Again she held up the carrot and potatoes. "I will use these...if you want...oh...women enjoy oral pleasure too...." She looked at Elizabeth and thought she might have seen a blush..."Or perhaps you already know that?"

 

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I smiled, I couldn't help it. "Yes, I do like strawberries and chocolate, sometimes."

"Men like to be please orally...am I right in assuming you have never done this...would you like me to teach you?"I will use these...if you want...oh...women enjoy oral pleasure too....or perhaps you already know that?"

"I've heard a little about that, from friends." Marabel was still holding up her ridiculous props, eyebrows raised, waiting for me to open up to her. It was as if she wished to pull down the barrier between us, truly relate, and talk on a shared level. But something prevented me from doing so. Pulling back the curtain, I took a glance out of the window, to stall a little. The day was slowly dying, the light fading. Soon to be time for the locating of a new camp site.

I could have been honest, and told her that yes, I had experienced this. That Rusty's lips, his tongue, had pleasured me in my intimate areas. But I held back, still. I declined the opportunity to share and excite, instead turning the conversation to practical matters.

"You said that you are to assume the role of the soldier's personal servant? For appearances sake, at least. I think that is suitable, mother would expect a military man to have a servant with him, even if he is not of the highest social standing. But you must... you must take care in whom you place your confidence, do you understand? We have, I think... five staff in our employ at the house, but there is only one for whom I can vouch with any certainty."

She nodded, lowering the vegetables. "Yes miss?"

"It is the groom, Stanton. He is a man to trust, if every our lord created one. He cares for those horses as if they were his children, and though he must drag one damaged leg around, he never makes any complaint. And he has been good to me ever since I was a little girl. But the others... well, I don't know. Perhaps you will be a better judge of their characters."

"I will try to get an idea for them. Are there any that are especially bad?"

I nodded. "Yes, I'm afraid there is one whom I know to be so. Williams, who oversees the work on the plantation. He has a cruel streak to him. He hides it well, but once in a while... well, there's no need for me to go on."

 

[Homerun2611]

Marabel had thought she might have made a breakthrough as the Madam smiled and admitted she liked strawberry and chocolate, but the confessions and any hit of double meaning ended right there. Then Marabel got a naughty thought, and it created a wicked little smile. Perhaps Elizabeth would ask that she demonstrate on her soldier, she would have been happy to give her a very close, even participative involvement. Marabel knew she was quite naughty, but she had also found her former masters and mistresses had come to quite like that about her.

Instead Elizabeth, was confiding her, giving her important knowledge and sincerely seemed to be looking out for her best interest. She was very appreciative and it quite endeared Elizabeth to her, as she listened carefully.

She listened carefully to the descriptions of positive and negative. "Well, I will not likely have much interaction with Mr. Stanton, which I guess is unfortunate unless your soldier can possibly create occassion. How old is he? Do you know if he has a wife?" She was not sure why she asked the latter, other than good men were hard to find, and it could be helpful for a slave to have a man take ownership and protect her from some of the less gentle or kind of the slaves who could be quite forceful in their desires.

She cringed at the thought of Mr. Wiliams. She had felt the searing heat and punished skin of the lash of the whip before and she had no desire to suffer to, or be intimidated by that again. Marabel spoke in the fractured English of those never schooled accept in the school of servant and slave life. "I is hoping, dat your Soldier and being his personal slave will protects me, but you's have no idea what it feels likes to feel the whip, or the heated breath of being taken by a mans you do not desire, and in fact hates."

She stopped there, and I had listened. I would do everything I could to protect her, that had been my gentlemanly oath when I had invited her with us. If I could not protect her from the evil overseer, she might have been better off being left back in her little shack.

The sun was not far from setting in the west. For the past hour I had been looking for a suitable camping spot, and as we crested the hill I found a large pond, surrounded by soft grasses. I knew that come tomorrow I would be at Elizabeth's home, and I wanted to talk to her. I hoped we could clear the air before heading to whatever we might find there. I also needed to know, if Elizabeth had any interest in me, had this all been an adventure now over, or did giving her purity mean what I hoped. I hoped we could lay together once more before the reality of being home hit us, but I would not force her, and if she truly no longer desired me, I would not make it uncomfortable for her.

I slowed the horses from a trot to a walk, and finally pulled them to a stop at a location fit to settle. "We are here...I believe this is a good resting spot..." I hopped down and opened the curtains to help the ladies exit. "Marabel, perhaps you could get a fire going, Miss Elizabeth, would you be willing to cum with me....I will fish for our dinner, and I would like to spend a moment with you?"

I don't know what she was thinking, but as soon as we were out of eyesight, I turned and pulled her close to me and kissed her, her words had suggested one thing, but would her body be more acceptable? As I was doing it, I was hoping I had not made a terrible mistake...but I had to find out, and the suspense had been killing me!

 

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"Well, I will not likely have much interaction with Mr. Stanton, which I guess is unfortunate unless your soldier can possibly create ocassion. How old is he? Do you know if he has a wife?

"Stanton is... in his early forties, I believe. He is a widower - his is really a quite sad story, although I feel that I should not be the one to tell it to you, that wouldn't be my place. If you become friends with him, he may tell you about his life... he really is a very good man, never losing his face in the Lord, despite the many tests laid down upon him."

Marabel brought our conversation back to Williams. . "I is hoping, dat your Soldier and being his personal slave will protects me, but you's have no idea what it feels likes to feel the whip, or the heated breath of being taken by a mans you do not desire, and in fact hates."

All I could do was shake my head- no, I had not felt any physical violence, never. The idea of experiencing such a thing was just... awful. And the image she painted in words few but powerful of an unwanted lover made me shiver. I closed my eyes and made a quick, silent prayer- that this girl would be watched over, that the soldier would be lent the awareness and fortitude to protect her against any evil. Part of me said that Williams would never dare lay a hand on a personal servant... and a deeper, darker something whispered that he was a sick, cruel man, with depths of cunning that had not yet been revealed to me.

We stopped, and Marabel and I alighted with Rusty's help. He had brought the wagon to the crest of a hill, and then off the main track, along to a comfortable spot overlooking a pond to the left, and the route in front, which made a slow, steady descent from the hill. The sun was just beginning to set.

He requested my company while Marabel started the fire, and I followed him over to the pond. It was deep, dark, and I stared into its inky blackness - easier than to look upon the one for whom I felt such confusing sentiments. I looked up - and he took me in his arms, drew me to him and kissed me passionately. My eyes closed, I couldn't help but respond, my left hand resting upon his bicep, my right clutched to my breast as if to protect myself from some unknown threat. How could rough soldier's lips feel so good on mine? Our tongues touched and nervous excitement filled me head to toe.

 

[Homerun2611]

Marabel had taken in everything Elizabeth said, particularly as it related to Mr. Stanton, but she had also listened and felt her body cringe as it related to Williams. "Well your Mr. Stanton sounds like a man worth knowing, and his age is not an issue, I have a feeling, I, like perhaps you, finds experience and the knowledge of an older man, appealing?" She thought more, "but I will be careful regarding Mr. Williams, and trust your soldier Rusty can protect me.

After they stopped she watched Rusty walk Elizabeth away, until they were out of her sight. She would get a fire going and set up their beds, she would put two bed rolls in one, a single in the other, hoping that the young woman and her soldier might make amends, or perhaps there were no issue at all?

I had felt my heart pounding as I walked Elizabeth down to the pond and out of direct sight, but as soon as we were there, I could not help but pull her into my arms, and kiss her passionately, strong was the fire inside of me that burned for my young love!

I will not deny I grabbed her with much trepidation, as it would have broken my heart if she had pushed me away, so taken with her, had I become. But instead, I felt a bit of holdback, but then a tender hand on my arm, and soft lips met my sun parched ones, and a slightly open mouth, seemed to welcome my tongue's cautious invasion.

We had many things to discuss regarding what needed or might happen when we got to Elizabeth's home, but that could wait! I let my hand slip down to grip her waist and pulled her closer, wanting to feel her body pressed to mine. I kissed with the seriousness of a man who had only just recently begun to enjoy a woman who filled him with passion like he had never before enjoyed.

Their tongues danced a marvelous tango and then stopping only to breath, he pulled her in again, this kiss even longer and more passionate. When it broke he spoke in whispers, "If I offended you, I am sorry, but my body is overcome with want for you...I did not take your purity to move on...I did it, because I fancy you in ways I never imagined...if I go away it will be for lack of desire from you to continue our romance...not me...we only have one more night alone...I do hope you will want to lay with me...once we get to your home...that may be more ....how should I say it....complicated?

 

[Initiate_me]

Our lips reluctantly parted after the long, deep kiss, and I leant my forehead to his chest, as if I might close out the rest of the world.

"If I offended you, I am sorry, but my body is overcome with want for you...I did not take your purity to move on...I did it, because I fancy you in ways I never imagined...if I go away it will be for lack of desire from you to continue our romance...not me...we only have one more night alone...I do hope you will want to lay with me...once we get to your home...that may be more ....how should I say it....complicated?

I knew he was right in his assertion. Yes, the house was large, with many a quiet, hidden room... but so too was it filled with prying eyes, and conflicting agendas. We would have to be careful. I felt reassured by his words, that he did want me, in a good, Christian way. That I did not need to block him out.

Still in his arms, I held back tears. "Yes, I will lie with you."