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Melissa 1862
by Old Bill (address withheld)
***
A young spy in Washington works hard to get the
information, information she is willing to kill for.
(MMf, hist)
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"Oh lieutenant," Melissa sighed, "you are so strong, so
brave. Thrust into me again, I beg you." She moaned.
"It feels so good, so good."
The young man in her arms gurgled, gulped and begged,
"I'm sorry miss, very sorry, but I cannot do more. I am
wasted. Perhaps another day." He tried to wiggle free.
"But, but you said you were leaving. When are you
heading down to destroy those vile rebels?" She tried
to kiss his mouth but he pulled back, looking
frightened.
"I'm sorry, please don't tell anybody I said that. I
shouldn't have told you."
"So it's not tomorrow. Tomorrow you can come and thrill
me again can't you?" She hand snaked down to grasp his
shrunken penis. "I beg you. You're so wonderful."
"Yes, yes, we'll be here, in camp, until the end of the
week."
"Thank you, wonderful, wonderful," she sighed and
released him, hiding her disgust by turning aside and
swallowing rather than spitting.
A half hour later, having washed out her oft-used
vagina with salt water, Melissa enthusiastically
greeted another lover, an older man in a blue uniform
with many bright buttons, a major of artillery.
"Homer," she gushed, "you brought me some wine. Aren't
you the most thoughtful thing?" She handed him a horn-
handled corkscrew.
He set it and the bottle of cheap port on the low table
and reached inside the girl's bodice to grasp her full
breast and pull her to him. Their mouths and tongues
meshed as they fumbled at each other's clothes, the
officer snorting with effort. In a few minutes, wearing
only her lacy shift, the girl was planted on the man's
ample lap with his eager horn well up in her, both his
hands filled with her spongy breasts, her corset still
on her waist, the laces flapping.
"Yes, yes, yes," the girl crooned in mock lust, "you
are so strong, so wonderful. I was so sorry to hear
that you'll be leaving the fort."
By mid-afternoon the girl had given herself to three
Union officers and milked out of them a few shards of
information about the long-rumored offensive against
Richmond. She sat resting on the window seat, a book in
her lap and her small glass of gin and laudanum at her
side.
"Melissa," said her aunt, "put down that stupid novel
and listen. This is important."
The girl sighed, almost popping her young breasts out
of her low-cut gown, and marked her place and sipped
her drink. "What is it now?" she asked crossly.
"That lieutenant with the straggly blonde beard, you
know the one."
"McThoms, Adolfus of all things," said the girl with a
laugh. "From Ohio I believe, a rube."
"I want you to give yourself to him, tonight.
Understand? I know you've been putting him off."
"No, impossible," cried the girl, sitting up very
straight and licking her pouting lips, tossing back her
corkscrew curls. "I just can't do it. He's so awful."
"You must. Little Mac is finally getting ready to move,
and we have to know where and when. It's probably
Richmond or Petersburg, but it may not be."
"But he smells so bad, so foul. It's those cheroots.
He's as rancid as the Tiber Creek. I just hate to kiss
him." She made a face showing her disgust and wiped her
mouth with her hand.
"Well, I'm sorry. Give him what he wants; take him to
bed, let him enjoy himself and then find out where the
army is headed and when they embark if you can.
Tonight. Armstrong has a rider waiting." She smiled.
"By midnight, without fail."
"He's a fool and his pisile is about the size of my
thumb." She held hers up and grinned at it.
"Nevertheless. Tell him he's grand, strong and
wonderful. Do a lot of moaning. And find out where they
are headed, exactly where. Suck him if you must. He's
on McClellan's staff; he ought to know. We're depending
on you."
The girl sighed. "The things we do for the cause."
Her aunt laughed. "True, true, but then you do have
Donald, and he, you have assured me, is a stallion."
Melissa nodded and smiled. "Will he be supping with us,
that stupid lieutenant from Ohio?"
"Indeed, along with Captain Stevens, the fat simp who
will be bringing us the provisions as usual."
"And a bottle of cheap rye."
"Probably," said the woman. "But he's my problem. Now
go put on your lace dress and your small corset, the
fancy one. Get Gloria to lace you up extra tight." She
grinned. "Twenty inches is your goal."
The sun was settling that early spring evening in the
war-torn nation's crowded capital when two men in blue
uniforms mounted the stairs of a small, clapboard house
and were admitted.
They dined by candlelight on supplies from a regimental
officers' mess and then the older woman and the captain
went for a walk, leaving Melissa and the youthful
lieutenant alone. They were soon in each other's arm on
the settee in the parlor and then, hand in hand and
with shy smiles, mounted the stairs and disrobed each
other in a dark room with a four-poster bedstead with a
good bit of snorting and pawing. The girl shuddered
when the lieutenant's puny manhood was revealed. He was
panting and sweating.
Melissa grabbed a bedpost as the young officer labored
over her tightly laced little corset, pulling the
strings free one by one, his forehead beaded with sweat
and his heart beating rapidly as he admired her bulging
breasts and lithe body. His cock was rock hard,
demanding action, his balls already knotted at its
base.
Adolfus had never seen a naked woman, pictures yes but
girls never. He was an ignorant but eager virgin as he
stood, completely bare, behind this smiling female, his
penis hard and fully erect but nearly invisible in his
pubic curls, his scrotum tensed tightly at its base,
his heart pounding like a locomotive driving piston.
Once the boned corset had been tossed aside and the
crinoline had fluttered to the floor, he took Melissa
into his skinny arms and kissed her fervently, poking
her belly with his erection, stroking her warm body
with soft hands, probing at her secret folds, sucking
her neck. They climbed into bed, and he jumped between
her wide-spread legs, eager to become a man. She pushed
him off and made him lie beside her, still puffing like
a train engine.
"I'm not ready, please, Dolphie," Melissa whined.
"You'll hurt me with your hard thing. A few more kisses
and perhaps a bit of rubbing with your fingers." She
tried to ignore the foul smell of the lieutenant's
breath and tobacco-stained mustache and closed her eyes
as he fumbled with her body and eventually got his lips
about a jutting nipple, tickling her with his soft
beard as he pawed her buttocks.
She buried her fingers in his hair and pressed his face
between her breasts as his right hand finally reached
her groin and probed aimlessly. She reached down and
guided him to her slit and together they got two
fingers into her young but oft used vaginal opening.
She had done numerous men for the cause of the Bonnie
Blue Flag over the last eighteen months, but this was,
by far, the worst of a bad bunch. She closed her eyes
and took a deep breath, mentally cursing Jefferson
Davis as well as Abraham Lincoln.
Melissa was a chubby sixteen. Her uncle had deflowered
her and let his son use her before he sent her to
Washington as a spy along with his docile and patriotic
wife. By 1862 she had a young mulatto lover, a well-
kept secret, who never failed to satisfy her; a well-
hung spy master who was old enough to be her
grandfather, it was he who broke her in as far as
sodomy was concerned, and an actor whose tongue was
beyond compare but who actually liked boys more than
girls. For the cause, the Confederate cause, she had
given her lithe body to nearly a score of young
officers since that confused battle near Bull Run a
year ago, making most of them use sheaths made from
animal intestines, had suffered one crude but very
early abortion, and she and her busy aunt had sent much
useful information across the Potomac.
Now the sweating, panting Union officer atop her was
attempting to push his inadequate cock into her soiled
but private places. She wiggled and lifted her knees,
put her hands on his hard buttocks, tilted up her
pelvis and after some grunting and cursing, finally got
him situated and saw a smile come to his face as he
arched up and surprised her, actually penetrating her
inner lips without forcing her to touch his immature
male member. It was not altogether unpleasant to have
him there jerking about at her entrance portal.
Melissa pretended to be pleased, moaning and purring
under the young man, arching her soft body, "Oh," she
sighed, squeezing on his small but blood-hot manhood,
"I am surely going to miss you."
"Eh?" gasped the eager lover, feeling pleasures he had
never known, fearing he was about to spurt. "I'm not
going anywhere."
"I read that the steamers were loading, that General
McClellan was..." She writhed and arched her back,
feigning pleasure and passion, bucking beneath him,
lifting one leg. "I mean all those horses and mules
must be going somewhere."
"True, true," he gasped as he felt her wrap her lean
legs about his body and pull him still closer, "but the
staff, some of the staff, oh, oh, that's grand." He was
hammering away, digging in his toes, grunting and
gasping.
Melissa bucked and wriggled under him, squeezing his
small prick repeatedly with her well-exercised muscles.
"I thought you were all going south, south to, where,
where are they going, Dolphie? Is it Richmond?" She
sighed languidly and smiled up at his straining face.
The boy was panting, feeling his testicles tense, his
prick already sore, "No, no. They'll land at Fortress
Monroe." Her hard nipples raked his chest; her heels
pressed his buttocks. He bucked and rammed, over and
over, fearing his heart would burst.
"More, more, please, drive it deeper, deeper. You're so
strong, so wonderful. Will they be leaving soon?"
"Ungh," he grunted, arching his body and pushing up
with both arms, looking down on her smiling face, but
feeling oddly ill at ease, remembering several warnings
about spies, about improper questions in the bars.
"When do they sail?" she asked, gritting her teeth as
he rubbed their bones and pubic hair together.
"Why all these questions?" he demanded, suddenly no
longer feeling randy. "We've been warned." He tried to
back away but she held him with the strong legs.
"I'm worried about you, dear, thought I might never see
you again if the whole army went south. Roll over; let
me get on top."
"No, no," he cried as he finally ejaculated,
shuddering, feeling spent and angry, his penis quickly
softening. "It's wrong. I shouldn't have told you.
You're a spy aren't you?"
"Of course not, silly. Please, do it again, put it back
in." Her fingers searched along the side of the bed and
found the bone handle of her dagger where the leather
scabbard had been taped.
"No, I shouldn't have told you." He tried to pull away
but found her ankles locked behind his waist. "Let me
go, slut," he demanded loudly as Melissa drew out the
four-inch blade and took a deep breath. "I call the
provost. You'll be arrested."
"Oh Adolfus," she purred, "I'm so sorry you think that
of me. Come, give me a kiss."
The young man blinked down at her and as he moved to
kiss her parted lips felt a blow on his back as if
someone had hit him with a hammer. He looked around and
saw no one just as Melissa drove her blade between his
ribs again, pulled it loose with a grating sound and
then struck for a third time, cleaving his heart.
He collapsed beside her, blood pouring from his mouth
and nose from the wounds to his lungs. Bubbles formed
at his lips and he kicked and then laid still, his eyes
open and fists clenched, immature penis still erect.
Melissa rolled out of bed, wiped her knife on the sheet
and put it back in its scabbard and then donned her
everyday dress, kicked her fancy stays aside, found the
short-barreled Colt pocket revolver her aunt kept in
her night table, checked the cylinder, cocked it and
hurried down the stairs. In the parlor the captain was
on his knees, grunting and heaving as he fucked her
aunt who sat spraddle legged on the settee, her
voluminous dress in her lap and her breasts bare, hands
on his shoulders. She looked at Melissa wide-eyed and
shook her head.
The girl stepped up beside the rutting man and pointed
the gun at his shaggy head, holding it with both hands.
He turned toward her just as she pulled the trigger.
The heavy ball went through his eye socket, into his
brain and blew out the back of his skull, spraying her
aunt with blood and bits of bone and hair.
It was well after midnight when the women climbed into
the dark carriage, along with their few bags. The oil-
fed fire could be seen in the first floor windows. By
the time they crossed the Long Bridge into Virginia and
showed their forged papers, the small house was fully
engulfed in flames and the fire company was working to
save its neighbors.
Three days later, the Rebels began fortifying Yorktown,
carefully placing and sighting-in their big guns and
digging trenches across the peninsula between the York
and the James. When McClellan finally moved, they would
be ready.
END
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