Daughter of the Revolution

Daughter of the Revolution

Chapter XVI

General Nathanael Greene took a deep breath and sighed in resignation. He'd been laid up with his wounded leg for several days now and was growing tired of it. The four beautiful women who'd been helping him convalesce were a large part of his laziness. No man on earth could have withstood the kindness and loving attention they'd been doling out to him and Major Moore. The Major had more reason to stay abed because his femur had been broken badly by a British musket ball, whereas Nathan's wound was a through and through affair caused by a rather large splinter of oak from the carriage of a field piece, hardly the same as he saw it.

With a groan of pain, he righted himself from his narrow bed and stood to his feet, somewhat wobbling as the tent walls spun slightly in his vision. He had to piss terribly, so he fought with his trousers and belt until he was satisfied, then tottered outside to relieve himself. A feminine gasp of surprise reached his ears and he turned to see Sarah bearing down on him rapidly.

"General!" she exclaimed unhappily, "you shouldn't be up and around, shame on you!" He gave her a weak smile and winced as his bladder reminded him of the relentless urge to empty itself.

"Ah, Miss Sarah. What a lovely surprise! I'll be with you momentarily." She picked up on the urgency in his voice and rushed to grasp his arm.

"What can I do for you?" she asked, as she gazed up at him with adoring eyes, still struck at his good looks no matter how many times she laid her eyes on him.

He limped behind his tent with her in tow and frantically worked at his belt with now clumsy fingers. Sarah understood his predicament at once and saw the opportunity to be more intimate with the man she'd been dreaming of nearly every night. She gently pushed his hands away and freed his belt to tug his trouser flaps open. He groaned at the touch of her hot hand on his cock, then let out a huge sigh of relief as he loosed his bladder and let flow a mighty stream of urine that spattered noisily on the ground. She couldn't take her eyes off the thick shaft in her small hand, thinking to herself that the first cock she'd held in years was pissing away happily rather than making love to her. Despite herself, she giggled softly at her predicament, bringing a quirk of a smile to his ruggedly handsome face.

"Well thank you, Miss Sarah," he said softly as he finished, then gave her a wink that dampened her underclothes. "I had just decided to take a walk to visit Major Moore, would you care to accompany me?" he asked gallantly, as she buttoned him up and retightened his belt.

"I'd love to, General."

"Nathan, please. I insist," he countered, loving how she blushed hotly under his gaze. He hadn't been able to resist eyeing her full breasts, the soft curve of her hips, and the hint of red rouge on her cheeks that Rose had offered to share with her. For the last couple of days she'd been dressing to please him and he'd certainly been taking notice. Rose had tortured him endlessly with her soft hands and had also pulled his deepest desires from him in intimate talks that left him sexually frustrated as a result because she'd refused to finish him off, telling him to save himself for sweet Sarah. Rose had also told him of Sarah's desire for him and how she longed to be taken by a man. Needless to say, his dreams had featured Sarah's intimate presence, and more than once he'd awoken in a sweat, nearly losing control and spurting helplessly in his bed clothes.

She gladly took his arm and supported him as he led her to the Major's tent. He swept the fly aside to find June cleaning James' wound tenderly while he groaned in pain. Nathan gripped his friend's hand in sympathy, wincing as the wounded man squeezed his tightly.

"Damn it, Nathan. This hurts like fucking hell!" James cursed through gritted teeth.

"I know, my friend, but you're under the best pair of hands in Virginia for this sort of business," Nathan consoled.

"Hogwash," June muttered under her breath as she worked, but blushed and smiles beautifully when James took her hand and kissed it softly. Sarah joined her, and together they finished up his bindings while the men chatted away.

"Have you seen Alec today?" Nathan asked.

"No, sir, I've been led to believe he's fashioning up a set of crutches so I can get around, this being laid up in bed is making me sick. I need some sunshine and fresh air," James stated.

Both women began to protest until the General raised a hand. "I won't hear it," he said, in a voice that brooked no dissent. "Sarah, June. You two tell Rose and Abby that James is to be taken outside every day unless he decides against it, understand?"

"Yes, sir," they said, meekly. June answered so because she was slave, and Sarah because she was in awe of Nathan. At their tone, he realized he'd literally barked out the order and immediately felt bad about himself.

"I'm sorry, ladies," he apologized, "I've no excuse to order you around other than I hurt, and am sick to death of being cooped up. Please, forgive me."

Sarah went to him and hugged him gently while June gave him her most beautiful smile, the one no man could withstand. She too, went to him and gave him a sweet hug while James looked on in some jealousy, tempered with a wink at his superior.

Just then, the tent flapped open to admit a smiling Alec, who bore a set of handmade crutches. James exclaimed in excitement and immediately tried to get out of bed to try them out. He didn't make it halfway up before groaning in agony and falling to his back again. The two girls went to him, and with their tender support managed to get him on the crutches where he painfully hobbled outside and sat on a nearby chair in the brilliant sunshine.

"Aaaah, so good!" he sighed in happiness. Alec produced a flask of brandy, and June, who was always attuned to the current situation, scrounged up the Major's pipe and packed it for him, then smiled at him as he happily puffed away. Rose and Abby strolled up and soon the entire group was chatting away, enjoying the afternoon.

In short order, June re-entered the tent to clean up and gather laundry. The women naturally followed her, talking merrily amongst themselves. Taking the opportunity for privacy, Alec huddled with Nathan and James for a quiet discussion that lasted awhile, so long that the women exited the tent sometime later to catch them conniving amongst themselves. They straightened up rapidly, but Abby and the girls had caught them redhanded.

"Whatever are you troublemakers up to?" she asked, with a sweet smile. The men reddened under her teasing gaze but clammed up immediately and refused to answer, obviously guilty as charged she assumed as she giggled out loud, but paid it no mind.

The men laughed it off, and Alec whisked Abby and Rose away while June stayed with James for awhile longer. Nathan put an arm around Sarah and limped back to his tent, tired already from his exertions. She ushered him down to sit on his bed, then to her alarm, he gripped his thigh and groaned in pain.

"What is it, sweetheart?" she asked in concern.

"A cramp," he gritted. "Damn it to hell!"

"Let me help, please," she shyly offered. "Let's get those trousers off."

Tenderly, she worked his pants off, followed by his shirt, then laid him back naked on the bed. She began massaging his thigh muscles with her small but strong fingers, carefully avoiding the stitches on both sides of his leg. As he sighed in relief, she couldn't stop her eyes from roaming the length of his long, muscular frame. She couldn't help but notice how alike he and Alec looked, other than the faint grey in Nathan's chest and pubic hair they could've almost been twins. That, and his cock seemed to be a touch thicker and longer than Alec's, much to her surprise.

A faint smile of pleasure quirked his mouth and her heart leapt at the thought that she was bringing him joy and comfort. Something caught the corner of her eye, and she turned her head to see his cock swell and lengthen, then raise itself slowly until it tipped over sideways to flop on top of the hand she was rubbing on his thigh. She froze in surprise while his eyes flew open and he looked down to see his predicament.

"I'm sorry, Sarah," he said with a red face. "It seems I can't control myself around such a beautiful woman," he said softly, while looking into her gorgeous brown eyes.

"I don't mind at all, honey," she whispered, then bravely continued on. "I know Rose has been matching us up and I also know that she's been torturing you. I don't blame you for reacting so. I'm here to please you in any way I can." She took his hand and knelt at his side while a tear ran down her cheek. The moment had come that she and Rose had talked about and she was determined to follow through with it, no matter the cost.

Nathan wiped her tears away and kissed her cheek while she cried gently on his shoulder. "I need you, terribly!" she sobbed. "I haven't been with a man since my husband died and I'm afraid I never will again. With this damned war killing off all the good men, I'm losing hope that one will ever make me his!" she cried. "Will you have me, please? I beg you, Nathan, make me a woman again. You needn't love me or commit to me, just use me as a man would use a woman he lusts for."

He was startled to hear her words, but his discussions with Rose had forewarned him this moment might come, and he had readied himself, trusting that Rose was correct in her summation of what Sarah so desperately needed.

He grasped her head in his big hands and pulled her over his face to look her in the eyes.

"Are you asking me to fuck you, Sarah?

She could feel the strength in his grip and the steel in his eye, and knew she was at a crossroads. He saw a glimmer of indecision in her expression, then she met his gaze and nodded emphatically.

"Yes, I'm asking that, Nathan." she answered firmly. "Fuck me like a man fucks a loose woman, however you choose to use me, I'm yours."

"As you wish, but on one condition. You must tell me if you want me to stop, promise me that. I have never raped a woman and never will."

Again, she met his eye and nodded firmly. "I promise, Nathan." She leaned down and kissed him hungrily while caressing his chest, delighted at how the crisp hair tickled her fingertips. After a few moments, he pushed her away, somewhat surprising her.

"Undress for me," he ordered in a firm voice. Timidly, she reached up and unbuttoned her blouse, then slowly dropped her skirt while covering her mound with a shy hand. He took in her large breasts topped with thick, pink nipples that begged to be sucked, along with the sweet curves of her hips and thighs.

He reached out to tug her hand down and expose her freshly shaven pussy while she reddened in embarrassment. His cock thickened at the sight of her sweet body, catching her eyes as it swiveled upwards to point at his belly.

"Come to me," he said in a rough voice, and pulled down to sprawl her atop his naked body. He caught the back of her head in a big hand and crushed her lips to his, kissing her like she'd never experienced before. She gasped as he took the air from her lungs as he hugged her tightly with his other arm, clamping her breasts to his hairy chest. She melted into him with a sigh of pleasure as sensation overwhelmed her body.

"That's it, little one. Relax and enjoy," he breathed in her mouth, then plunged his tongue inside to explore her at his leisure. For long minutes he taught her the joys of french kissing, not stopping until her lips were swollen red and puffy from his sucking on them. Eventually, he guided her up and over him to straddle his head, his hands guiding her firmly because she knew not the way.

As she looked down between her thighs at his upturned face, she quailed at the last moment, having never experienced this before. He felt the tension in her body and tightened his strong fingers on her thighs, then inexorably dragged her down until his tongue met her sopping wet pussy. She cried out in delight as for the first time a man's tongue split her flower open and licked clear nectar from her petals.

Her scent and taste were the sweetest ambrosia he'd ever had the joy of tasting and he lost himself in her. Like a starving man he ate her with the utmost skill he could muster, tearing cries from her throat that made him burst with pride. It took several minutes for her to relax enough to consider coming, but once she relaxed and nestled deeper onto his sucking mouth, the tingles of an impending orgasm stirred her to act instinctively. She buried her fingers in his hair and began bucking hard on his face. He held on gamely, and when he judged she was near completion, he sucked her clit in his mouth and fluttered his tongue on it rapidly, enjoying her cries as she crested and exploded in ecstasy.

Her sweet juice poured over his face and trickled down to soak his cheeks and beard as she came harder than she ever had before. His hands rose to grasp her big tits and roughly tweak her nipples, and the pitch of her cries rose even higher.

"Oh, oh, Nathan!" she screamed as she came again, nearly passing out from the pleasure he was giving her. Slowly, her hips came to a stop, exhausted from coming so hard. "So good, my love," she crooned, and slid down his body until they were face to face. He gripped her head and kissed her again, licking and sucking her mouth while she tasted herself for the first time. Surprising herself, she enjoyed it. So much in fact, that she returned his kisses aggressively, which he enjoyed to no end.

Meanwhile, his cock was needing attention in the worst way, helped along by the fact that Rose had edged him time and again the day before with her small fist, driving him mad with lust. He felt a strange force take control of him, one he'd felt only a few times before and he obeyed it willingly.

Roughly, he spun her about so she was facing his dripping cock with her thighs astride his head. Startled, she looked at his massive tool, wondering whatever he had in mind. His hands clasped her face and a thick finger worked it's way between her lips, prying them open, so she opened her mouth obediently. His other hand fisted his cock and he rudely shoved his swollen, dripping head between her lips. He pushed a bit too far and she gagged at his width, then regained control and took him as deep as she could. Thankfully, Rose had tutored her on what to expect from him and she was somewhat ready. The taste of him was not at all what she'd thought it would be, but she loved the smooth muskiness. She tried to suckle him and work her tongue around his head but he hadn't the patience for it and repeatedly drove himself as deep as she allowed.

He lasted a mere thirty seconds and gave her no warning when he exploded. She squealed in surprise when he painted the back of throat with spurts of hot cum, growling out his pleasure as he ruthlessly took her mouth. The sounds of him grunting between her wet thighs as he came excited her greatly and she redoubled her efforts to make him happy. With each volley of thick cum that hit her tongue she sucked and swallowed his essence, ripping groans of sheer pleasure from his throat. As his flow ebbed, he reintroduced his tongue to her pussy and together they feasted on each other slowly and gently until they finally relaxed in exhaustion.

Languidly, he spun her back around to lay atop him face to face where he petted her flanks and ass until she relaxed fully and dropped off to sleep. His leg ached abominably, but he endured until he too nodded off.

Abigail cornered Alec and asked why they hadn't started on the road home since the fighting seemed to be over.

"Nathan's in no hurry because we've seemed to have wiped out the redcoats in the area, and our spies report they're fleeing south faster than we care to chase them," he answered reasonably. "Besides, we reckon our men need a few days to rest before we head home." Abby looked at him somewhat askance because his words rang a touch hollow and there was a mischievous glint in his eye that he couldn't quite hide from her. She agreed and gave him a sweet kiss while wondering what he could possibly be up to. For the next three days the girls puttered around camp while growing more and more frustrated at the delay. Abby was chafing to get back home and resume rebuilding the business at the plantation.

She was in their tent and seated at a small desk making notes to herself of what needed to be done after they arrived home when Alec popped his head in.

"Hey, beautiful lady. I have a request for you three girls."

"Anything for you, lover. What is it?"

"Nathan is planning a ceremony of some sort for the day after tomorrow. Could you ladies please dress up in your finest, please? I believe it starts just prior to afternoon dinner."

Abby looked at his eyes closely and giggled to herself. He was so excited he was almost vibrating, and she knew that the men had something special up their sleeves that they were hoping to surprise the girls with.

"Sure thing, lover. I think we brought some suitable clothes with us. Should we wear our hair up or down?"

"Oh, down for sure. I love your curls, sweetheart!" he exclaimed, then rapidly went to her and gathered her in his arms while kissing her deeply. She gave her lips to him and sighed in satisfaction as he folded her close to his chest.

"Mmmm, wanna fuck, big man?" she whispered, "you make me wet as a spring rain."

"I'd love to, Angel, but duty calls. I gotta run!" She was surprised to no end when he kissed her roughly, then broke away and exited the tent in a hurry. Hands on her hips, she cocked a blue eye in his direction while deep in thought. The men were certainly up to no good she reckoned, but there was nothing to do but wait and see what transpired. She passed the word on to Rose and June, and together they began preparing for this mystery meeting with Nathan. The next day the camp help was kept busy hauling and heating water while the three beauties bathed and shaved, then ironed the clothes the clothing the girls planned to wear for the occasion. Abby was a bit miffed at being left out of the loop and determined the three would dress to shock the men, hoping for a little payback.

They were even forbidden to enter the mess tent, which was frustrating as they watched many of the female camp followers bustling in and out all day while struggling to keep straight faces. For the first time ever, Abby denied Alec's advances while in bed that evening. Rose and June caught on and even though they snuggled in close to the couple, pushed his wandering hands away and tried to sleep, although that was nearly impossible because curiosity about the next day kept them awake far into the night. Alec simply chuckled to himself and slept like the dead, content in his knowledge.

The following morning, a bevy of camp women swept into the tent bearing platters of food for breakfast. Most of them were aware of the companion's sleeping arrangements, but they were still shocked when they caught the four still snuggled in bed together. More than one lady gave Alec an appraising eye as he scrambled to cover himself. The girls pestered him nearly to death with questions as they ate but he wouldn't budge an inch. Adding insult to injury, he sternly laid down the law.

"None of you will leave the tent until summoned. I'm posting guards front, rear, and sideways. Stay here, ladies. I'll paddle anyone that disobeys!" he said with steel in his voice. So much that Abby raised an eye at his tone and she knew he was dead serious. After breakfast, Alec left and the girls decided to get ready for whatever the hell was so important. They curled their hair until it fell just so about their smooth shoulders, then dressed in their carefully chosen attire, comforted by the fact that they'd certainly shock whomever crossed their paths later in the day. They even had some makeup they'd brought along for some reason, happy now that they did.