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THE LADY WAS A SPY (fm:one-on-one, 1862 words) [7/9] show all parts

Author: Thomas B
Added: Jan 08 2025Views / Reads: 608 / 381 [63%]Part vote: 9.75 (4 votes)
after the war, Mary Clayton takes a young lover
 


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"Oh no, ma'am. I know you're a lady. It's just that most of the time I visited those girls, they told me I was too big. They said it was painful. I thought you might want to know." Again, she thought she detected a smile.

"Mr. Reynolds, no, I don't want to know, and why would you think I'd want to know? Let me show you to the door. You should leave."

He left, but every few days for the next month, he knocked on her door, and every time, Mary Clayton rejected him.

As for her. At night, she fell asleep dreaming of her time with General Shelton and his stallion. His stallion that rode her like he was on a cavalry charge. Other nights, she dreamed of Colonel, now General Milstead, and his horse cock, AND his tongue. Oh, his tongue.

Involuntarily, those dreams turned to young Caleb Reynolds. Did he really have one that was "too big?" Did he have a stallion or a horse cock? Did he know what to do with his tongue?

Another week went by, and Caleb Reynolds did not knock on her door. "Maybe, I'm rid of him." Frankly, the thought sadden her. It had been well over a year since the war ended. No man had courted her. No man, she had to admit had even looked twice at her.

Too her surprise, another three weeks went by before Caleb knocked on her door. "Mr. Reynolds, I thought for sure you'd left Charleston."

"No ma'am. I have been devastated by your rejection. I mean you're rejections."

"Well, you're here now. Come in. You look like you're hungry. I don't have much, but I'll fix you something."

"Thank you, ma'am."

They ate in silence. Finally, "Mr. Reynolds, I am not the woman you think I am. I will allow you to court me, but what you think you heard in Richmond will not be part of that courting. Is that clear?"

"Yes ma'am."

"I'm a lady. You will treat me as such."

Once a week, Caleb knocked on her door. They walked around the city. "Mr. Reynolds, they seem to be making a lot of progress rebuilding. In a few years, hopefully, the city will be as beautiful as the one I loved."

She learned that he'd lied about his age; the Confederacy was desperate for able-bodied men. He proved able-bodied and competent. General Shelton needed a new aide, after Lieutenant Barnes was killed. A general's aide couldn't be a lowly Private. He was given the rank of Lieutenant. He was eighteen when he was promoted.

A week later. "Mr. Reynolds, you haven't told me where you live or what you do?"

"The Yankees sunk the Calhoun; she's in shallow water along the dock. The captain's cabin is still intact. It keeps the weather out. As for work. Everyone's looking for laborers. All the construction companies pay a dollar a day."

"I won't have it. I won't have the man courting me sleeping on a sunken boat. Tomorrow, you can move your things into the barn behind my home. It's clean, it's dry. The horses and milking cows are long gone; killed in the bombings. We had chickens; they're gone too."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"And if you want, as you can see there's plenty of work to be done at my home. I can only pay you fifty cents a day, but that includes your room in the barn, and I'll make sure you have plenty to eat."

"That sounds fair."

"Mr. Reynolds, let me be clear, that's all it includes."

"Yes ma'am."

It didn't work out that way.

As winter came, the barn was too cold, and there was only enough firewood to heat Mary's bedroom. "Mr. Reynolds, if you are going to sleep in my bed, you're going to have to learn to give me what I need."

"Yes ma'am."

"The first thing you need to do is take a bath; you smell like the pigs that used to reside out back."

Together they heated water for a bath. "I'll be in bed waiting when you're done." She left him alone while he bathed, although she was curious. He claimed to have a big one; she did want to see for herself. "Patience, Mary, patience," she smiled to herself.

Young men like Caleb Reynolds had no sense of modesty. He walked from the tub to her bedroom naked.

She tried not to gasp when she saw what was dangling in front of him as he walked toward her bed. General Shelton had a big one; she called it his stallion. General Milstead had a big one; she called it his horse cock, and later his elephant cock, although neither of them had ever seen an elephant.

Caleb Reynolds' cock wasn't hard yet, but to Mary Clayton it certainly seemed bigger than either of those generals.

"Mr. Reynolds, you are certainly an impressive young man."

"Mrs. Clayton, I hope I can please you."

Caleb Reynolds was twenty-one. Most twenty-one-year-olds liked breasts. Caleb was like most boys his age. His hands were all over them.

Mary Clayton's hands explored Caleb's cock. In no time it was hard, and she was sliding her hand slowly up and down. "Mr. Reynolds, you weren't lying when you told me that you were big."

"I'd never lie to you ma'am."

When her husband, Captain Daniel Clayton suggested that she use her mouth to please him, she reluctantly did. After all, he was her husband and part of a wife's duty was to please her husband.

It wasn't until she was with General Shelton and then Colonel Milstead that she began to enjoy the feeling of their manhood deep in her mouth. Then she enjoyed the reward of the taste of their man cream or as was often the case, the way they fucked her after her mouth had them so ready.

She wasn't going to do that to Caleb Reynolds. He was just a boy. She thought that what her mouth did was special; the generals, for the war effort, earned their special treatment.

She wanted to; she wanted to badly.

Nor did she expect that he would have any knowledge of pleasing her delightful furry hole with his tongue.

"Mr. Reynolds, I believe your manhood is prepared to mount me. I'm not fragile; I'm a woman, not a girl."

Still, Caleb took it slow. "Oh Mr. Reynolds, you are stretching my furry hole. Keep giving it to me. You have so much to give me. Please, Mr. Reynolds."

Mrs. Clayton's ass began to move. She put her legs on his back. "Ooooh, Mr. Reynolds. You're not a boy. You are all man. What you're giving me is all man. Oooooooh, oooooh, Mr. Reynolds, keep giving me all your huge manhood."

She remembered one time in a moment of passion she referred to General Milstead's horse cock as "like one of General Grant's artillery pieces. Now, "Mr. Reynolds, you're stretching my furry hole. Your manliness is like one of General Lee's artillery pieces."

His age allowed him to keep going and going. He took her by the ankles and spread her legs as far as possible. "Mrs. Clayton," he said looking down at her, "you are beautiful."

"And you Mr. Reynolds are making me feel like I've never felt before. Faster, faster. Keep giving me what I need. Your artillery piece is so big, so, so, so big."

He grunted and grunted and slammed into her faster and faster. "Awww, awwww, awwwww."

"Yes, oh yes, Mr. Reynolds. Oh, Mr. Reynolds."

While they recuperated, "Mr. Reynolds, you were marvelous. I've never had a better lover."

"Mrs. Clayton, I have never, ever felt like you made me feel. I hope to be ready for more in about an hour."

Mary Clayton had a huge smile on her face. Yes, it had been marvelous and he wanted more which she was more than willing to give him.

As she lay there she was thinking when and how to introduce him to some of the things she did with her generals.

After what he'd just done to her, she didn't want to scare him away.

TO BE CONTINUED

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