("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2008. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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) *** "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. 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