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Boy's Night - 2
by Solrac (fast_sol@yahoo.com)

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The further misadventures of Anna and Elizabeth. (FFm, 
reluc, inc)

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PART 2

"Anna, I fear you may overhear something of my 
behavior, my wickedness of that evening. I will try to 
explain my feelings, my seemingly depraved behavior. I 
pray you might have understanding for me. Oh my Anna, 
things did go so terribly wrong didn't they."

Eyes downcast Anna's whisper barely audible, "Yes, yes 
they did and I know not how to ever forgive myself or 
the depraved evil of pleasure loosed within me."

"Oh Anna. You did nothing wrong. Your feelings were not 
wrong, just buried and bound so tightly inside. The 
strong drink, without that, you may never... I shall 
tell you of me, what I have hidden away for so long." 

"Anna, Jimmy is not Sam's son. You cannot breathe a 
word. Promise me, please."

"Oh my dear Elizabeth, I would have never known. No, 
no. No one shall ever know from my lips. But how could 
this be?"

"Please, let me get this out. Bear with my poor 
narration or I shall never finish."

Just before I was wed to Sam. I met a boy. It was at 
the prayer meeting. I would have frightful, or perhaps 
delightful little tingles all over whenever I was close 
to him. I knew he liked me by how he kept looking at 
me. I would smile demurely. I wished for his attention, 
yet respectfully of course. I put off his more ardent 
attentions carefully, knowing the narrow line I tread, 
for I wished not to lose him.

His was a good name. Jacob. I would often meet him 
after benediction in a small grove behind the tent and 
allow him kisses. Oh I should have known then for he 
could leave me breathless and the rest of the evening 
with such vitiated thoughts as I lie beneath my covers.

He was the Liveryman's son and one evening he coaxed me 
to the barn and to the loft. He kissed me. I was dizzy 
with love, oh I loved him so with all my heart. His 
fingers loosed my loops and he pushed my dress from my 
shoulders. He bared my breasts and when he kissed my 
nipples I thought I should swoon from the warm 
tingling. I could scarce breathe. My skin became warm 
as I was flushed with a desire like I had never known.

I don't believe I even realized as my clothes slipped 
to the straw. His kisses were everywhere burning me, 
making my senses ache with need. He touched me where no 
fingers ever caressed but mine own. He found what no 
fingers but mine have ever known, my desires, for I was 
terribly wet with my need. His touch, the caress of his 
fingertips on the soft swells of me made me shake 
inside.

I don't know that he pulled me to my sweet fate or that 
I collapsed. Yet I was looking up into his dark eyes. 
He pulled my hand to him. The warm hardness seared the 
length of my palm as I held him. I knew, somehow, oh I 
knew what to do. My hand tightened and I began to move 
it back and forth the length of the hard shaft feeling 
his warm wetness slipping over my wrist, my fingertips. 
When he moved over me, again I knew, as I lead the warm 
hardness overflowing my hand to the hunger that had 
such great need of fulfillment, and now demanded that I 
sate her desires. Yet I had a fear of, aghast at how he 
filled my hand for I had no knowledge of what I should 
expect.

There was little distress from my years of riding, yet 
had there been I don't know that I would have felt it. 
His lips touched mine and my fingertips pressed his 
hardness against me, guiding him to my aching desire. I 
gasped as he pushed inside me. He thrust against me 
quickly as I took him deeply. I whispered so many sweet 
"I love you's" against his lips.

All too soon I felt him spill inside me, yet I was so 
close, so very close... to something, to a feeling.

The next time, after the meeting we rushed quickly, 
directly to our nest. I wanted him. I wanted that thing 
I had missed. He took me, yet it was I that took him. I 
savored the feeling of his hardness inside me. My 
breasts, so sensitive, burned with his kisses as his 
lips caressed my nipples. The feeling as he moved 
against my skin, his kisses on my cheeks, my eyes, the 
tip of my nose made my hips move, lift with an aching 
need. 

Yet, this time as I felt him spill his warm wetness 
inside me, I felt a warm tingling, a rushing warmth 
flow over my body burning me, making me shudder inside. 
I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move as I felt myself 
clenching tightly over and over against the length of 
him. I had an incredible need for him to be deeper, so 
much so, to become a part of me. 

I swooned, oh I swooned. It was like nothing I had ever 
felt. My heart pounded and I gasped for the return of 
my senses.

Foolish girl that I was, I became pregnant. He shamed 
me refusing his duty, my love. How was I to know. I 
loved Jacob with all my being. I was overwrought with 
despair. I couldn't tell anyone. I was so scared. And 
there was Samuel. I knew he liked me and spoke of me. I 
knew he was a good person so I lead him into marriage 
to protect myself and my baby, Jimmy.

Sam never knew, still doesn't. Yet even now he thinks 
Jimmy is his. And that is the way it must always be. I 
shall always be with and care for Sam for I owe him our 
lives. Yet, Sam is not a lover and I have been left 
with the desires Jacob so deftly stirred and I 
shamefully admit some adventurous interest when you 
came to me with their plan for our sons.

"You must believe me Anna, I had no idea. We planned so 
carefully. I didn't know, could not have imagined we 
would be with... you with your Tommy and I with my 
Jimmy."

"Yet my dear Anna I know that I owe you and perhaps now 
you have some small insight into the reason for my 
wickedness of that night. Pray let me continue this 
narration lest I falter."

When Tom pulled me from Tommy and pushed me into my 
Jimmy's hands, I could scarcely breathe for my 
distress. The terror in your eyes as your Tommy pulled 
you away only reflected the terror in my heart as I 
knew what was to be. Unwittingly by our folly our own 
sons were to have us.

I fell to the coverlet... what was I to do? I thought 
perhaps, I chose to close my eyes, my senses, to hope 
for a quick coupling, for him to finish with me and for 
our escape. Yet, the errs of my foolishness were not to 
end. 

He kissed me, his lips at my throat, his warm breath 
between my breasts. I had such fear that he would 
discover me. My heart pounded so that I thought it 
should burst. He had quickly kicked out of his denims. 
Then so quickly he bared me his lips at my nipple. I 
looked away, not wishing to witness. But, he 
lingered... caressing, one then the other. A slow 
warming, in soft waves spread across my skin. I... I 
looked down at him... and my hand touched his hair. My 
Jimmy.

His lips were tormenting me, my nipples were burning. 
How could he know to do this, yet was it him, or my own 
quelled passions? From one to the other, his lips 
pulling, his tongue teasing as I gasped with desire, 
yet trying to smother my need. I found my fingers had 
left his locks and were pushing my breasts upward, my 
nipples each pleading for the warmth, the torture of 
his lips. I ached for the little paths he was tracing 
around them with the tip of his tongue, his teeth 
nipping the swollen tips. My skin tingled with warm 
bumps to the tips of my toes.

He paused, and my cheek turned to the side trying to 
recapture my composure, my breath. Yet... with no sense 
of shame my hips readily lifted for him as he pulled 
away my underthings. Dare I even try to say it was for 
hope of a quick end? His hand touched me discovering me 
sodden, for my desires had most surely betrayed me.

"Oh  Anna, shall I continue, for what follows is most 
shameful and I wish not for the loss of you or for you 
to be discomfited."

Anna clasped her hands tightly within hers, "Yes, yes 
my dear Elizabeth, you must finish, you must not keep 
this inside you. You are my dearest friend and I know 
there was no escape from what you had to endure."

As surely had an incubus taken me, when Jimmy touched 
me there, touched my... my most sensitive lips, I 
became entranced. My desires opened for him and his 
fingers slipped easily into my depths. Then he pulled 
away to push open the warm swells, higher... I was so 
slippery for him. I gasped as his fingertips touched 
me, lightly tracing around my most hidden need. I 
gasped... moaned as he caressed my clit and then 
slipping back down to move inside me. Over and over he 
did this as I lay there, I think, dying. My face was 
burning and my heart pounding. My thighs, my knees 
shamefully opened for him, pleading for him.

I looked down at him as he looked up, and it was my 
Jacob, my lost Jacob, my desire. I reached for him, 
taking him in my hand. It was as so long ago. The 
burning hardness filled my hand and I could scarcely 
take my eyes from it as my hand slipped back and forth. 
He was so beautiful, my Jimmy, my Jacob. I was 
bewitched. I pushed him down and took him in both 
hands. Over and over I slipped my hands up and down the 
hardness, so warm, the little drops I coaxed from him 
so slippery in my palms. 

I could not but, and I am so shamed, I leaned forth to 
kiss the tip. To coat my lips with his need, to hug the 
warm shaft against my cheek. As I pulled away I 
caressed the length of him with my lips slowly, 
thinking I should never reach the tip, but once there 
kissed it lightly. He lifted his hips suddenly and 
pushed it inside my mouth. Oh my God, I didn't know 
what I should do, yet, my instincts delivered me and my 
hands began to move up and down the length of him as I 
used my tongue to caress the warm roundness I held 
within my lips. I never wanted to stop, for it to end. 
I wished to enslave him there within my lips. His hips 
thrust higher and I squeezed tightly moving my hands 
faster. I... yes I wanted to please him, no me, please 
me? I just don't know. To have him fill me, to drink in 
his being... to savor his need.

I shamelessly wailed my hunger as he pulled away from 
me, as he pushed me to my knees. Yet as the tears of my 
longing moistened my cheeks he threw my skirt over my 
back and moved behind me. Oh my God I was horrified, he 
was to take me as any animal. I could feel him brushing 
his burning hardness over my depths, pressing it 
against me. I gasped as he began to enter me, his hands 
moving to my hips. But for the witching of the incubus 
flooding me with the wetness of desire he would but 
have torn me asunder.

I have never known such fullness. I could only hold 
myself up as possible with weakening arms as he pushed 
completely inside me. And then it began. My arms 
collapsed as I swooned and fell to the covers. I cannot 
describe the feeling as over and over he thrust his way 
into me. I only know that soon my back was arched and 
my knees had moved far apart wanting him deeper, 
wanting him as he was taking me, as a beast. To be 
ravished, yes I was as a treasure he was plundering. 
The moans of pleasure, my soft cries surely nothing he 
would have known of me, his Mother.

I couldn't keep up, he was moving too quickly, I could 
only hold still for him as he took me, as his hips 
pounded against me, his hardness thrusting inside me. I 
felt his fingertips tightening, hurting, I knew... as 
the guttural cry of his need took him and I felt him 
spilling himself into me. My Jimmy, my sweet Jimmy... 
and as so long ago again I felt that warm tingling, 
hot... pouring over me in waves such that I would have 
collapsed had his... had he not held me up. I was 
shaking and crying as wild as the ruttish animal I had 
become for him. And then I fell to the covers, my heart 
aching for what I know I shall never have.

"Anna, I lay there and heard angry voices, angry that 
you had left. Footsteps came to me. They took me, as my 
Jimmy. Two in turn. Oh Anna, my heart could not endure, 
but my desires were awakened and I wanted them, oh 
mercy my God I wanted them as they took me. I fought 
them, but not with fists or teeth, but with my tears of 
hunger. With my hips I took them. I feared that I could 
not get enough and even though they were not as sweet 
as my Jimmy, I could not deny my need."

"I lay there as they went in to drink and then slipped 
out. I took your ruffles that were upon the floor as I 
left. And now I am here."

She looked up into Anna's eyes, "Please forgive me 
Anna, my depravities, I need someone to forgive me."

"Oh Elizabeth I shall forgive you if you will but 
forgive me, for I think that I cannot get up for the 
weakness even now in my knees from your experience. I 
wish for the courage to do, to feel as you did. I wish 
for your desires, yet I cannot bring myself... know not 
where I would in any way."

"No Anna, hold to your innocence. Hold tightly. We did 
what we must, we tried. Pray hope this is to be the end 
of it." 

Elizabeth reached over and hugged Anna tightly, "I must 
go, I have supper to fix and I have taken your time."

As they stepped outside and walked to the pathway along 
the dusty street Elizabeth stopped clutching Anna's arm 
to her.

"Look Anna, there, getting down from that old surrey. 
It's the lady I spoke with at Carsonville. You know, 
she has the girls. She's coming toward us. What could 
she wish with us?"

"Hello ladies. I believe I've met you, Elizabeth isn't 
it? And this lovely lady must be... well, no matter. 
She certainly fits the description."

They stepped back, Elizabeth asking, "What do you want, 
why are you here? I think you should leave immediately. 
We have no wish to speak with you or be seen with you."

"Ahhhh yes, well my dears, be that as it may, it seems 
you shall have no say in the matter. There has been a 
request. A request, payment made and payment accepted 
for a certain tall well shaped beauty. The same which 
I, provided before? And on a second thought it was 
requested that the pretty little bitch, I believe that 
is what she was referred as, also be in attendance. 
Something owed I believe they said."

"I think you should leave us as we have no idea what 
you speak of."

"Oh but I believe you do. You were the one demanding I 
keep the previous payment and keep my girls away from a 
couple young men? I believe you were the indignant 
mother? Yet it seems, there were two young men, and two 
lovely ladies attended in disguise? Now why would my 
girls attend in disguise? And one of which was in a 
terrible hurry to leave? Oh would I have loved to have 
been there to watch how you two managed."

Elizabeth grasped Anna's hand pulling her away, "If you 
don't mind, you'll excuse us as we have things to 
attend to."

"Oh yes, yes you do have things to attend to. A little 
social gathering. A few of your... friends, they wish 
another go at you. They paid quite well. I could use 
you two in spite of... your age."

Anna stared in horror as Elizabeth stepped forward, 
"Listen, you leave us, leave us now. We won't be 
attending anything for you."

Spinning her parasol as she turned toward her buggy she 
laughed, "I came to make it easy for you, to help you 
and to satisfy my curiosity as to the other lovely lady 
in question. I knew in an instant from the street it 
was you two. So, as you wish. When no one arrives they 
will come looking for me. I can easily prove none of my 
girls were there. And, I suspect I can easily convince 
them who the ladies in question were, so good day to 
you. If you change your mind, you shall have to come to 
me."

Anna and Elizabeth stood watching the horse slowly turn 
and pull the surrey away.

Anna turned crying in near panic, "What are we going to 
do, Elizabeth, please, what are we going to do?"

"I don't know Anna, I don't know. What can we do? 
Perhaps if we go to her, plead with her. She might send 
someone else? If we paid her? I have a little sewing 
money hidden away. I will go to her, tomorrow. I have 
reason for the ride there to look at stock for the 
store. Will you go with me? Please Anna, come with me?"

"Yes, I will. I will go with you. We have to do 
something to stop this."  

Quickly finishing their morning work, they met at Sam's 
General Store for the trip. It was a quite ride as 
there was little either could think of to say. They 
pulled the wagon over near the Carsonville bank where 
they slowly made their way looking into the shop 
windows and then furtively slipping into the doorway of 
the housing that Elizabeth once stepped into before. 
Their eyes wide adjusting to the darkness of the room 
they walked over to what appeared a counter of sorts. 
There was a young girl sitting there eying them 
questioningly.

"Yes? May I help you ladies?"

"Yes, we wish to see... to see...."

"Miss Marie-Louise, the Madam, yes of course, I will go 
tell her you are here."

Anna and Elizabeth looked around at the ornately 
finished room filled with comfortable looking chairs 
and settees. There was a wide staircase curving to the 
upper floor.

"Well, look what we have here."

Startled, the two quickly turned to see the Madam 
behind them.

"Nice place isn't it? Looking for a position perhaps? I 
must say business is quite good. We may have an opening 
for a couple eager performers, though you may be a bit 
old. On occasion though we get a client looking for 
his... Mother."

Blushing Elizabeth quickly replied, "Certainly not. We 
came to ask that you send two of your... employees to 
the gathering you mentioned previously. We are prepared 
to pay you, though we haven't a lot."

Smiling, Marie-Louise turned away to pour a glass of 
wine. As she twirled it watching the color swirl she 
looked back at them over the rim. 

"Keep your money, I'll not accept your money. You two 
fine ladies treated me like vermin yesterday when I had 
come to help you. Like something left in your yard 
during the night. No, I don't want your money. No, 
no... oh you shall attend oh you shall. And I will also 
be there... to make sure my two girls please the 
clientèle. I do have a reputation to uphold. And you 
two are going to uphold it. Perhaps you would like to 
stay awhile for some instruction for I doubt that the 
things required of my girls, are practiced in the 
darkness of your... boudoir."

"NO... No you can't, you can't do this. We will pay 
you, just tell us what you wish. Here, we have the 
money. Please take it."

"No, I have already been paid quite well. I think I 
know what happened that night though I would love to 
know just how it came about, to have seen your faces. 
And for what you did that evening, there is no telling 
what they would do to you should they find out. Oh you 
will be there and I to watch over you and your 
performance. And Saturday you will be here. Here in 
this room before dark. If you are not, then not long 
after dark, or perhaps morning if I feel merciful... 
they will come looking for you, you with your noble God 
fearing chins so high."

"Now ladies, you might wish to leave as some gentlemen 
will be arriving soon. Should they see you and make 
their desires known for a slightly older woman... well, 
that is a beautiful staircase is it not?"

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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