For 22-year-old Lieutenant Charles Harris of the British 53rd Regiment, the American Revolution ended abruptly one September morning in 1777 near Fort Ticonderoga on the Hudson River. Charles and his light infantry company awoke to find themselves face to face with a regiment of roughly-dressed American riflemen. Staring down countless rifle barrels, the youthful lieutenant and his small detachment of redcoats dropped their flintlocks and surrendered.

Now he was a prisoner of the rebels, headed for a tiny New England town named Southbrook where he would remain until he could be exchanged for an American officer of equal rank. It was a bitter pill to swallow. At least as an officer, he would get better treatment than his soldiers who, no doubt, were crammed into some dreadful overcrowded prison in Boston.

He closed his eyes and comforted himself with the thought that Southbrook was just a few hours away. Once there, he was to proceed to a house on the edge of town which would serve as his lodgings. The owners, a couple by the name of Pepperell, were to be essentially his jail keepers.

***

The door opened slowly to reveal Mrs. Sarah Pepperell. Charles was surprised to find a colonial woman of such beauty, of such poise and grace. Mrs. Pepperell was in her early thirties and the antithesis of every expectation Charles had. She was exceedingly slender with flowing black hair and dark eyes. They were inviting eyes, exuding a sensuality which seemed desperate to express itself.

“Have I the pleasure of addressing Mrs. Pepperell?” he asked graciously.

“You do. Have I the pleasure of addressing Lieutenant Harris?” she returned in a clear, pleasant voice.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Well,” returned Mrs. Pepperell with a wry smile. “It would appear we have been able to give each other pleasure. Come in.”

Charles walked in, surveying his surroundings with interest. The house wasn’t wealthy by any means but rather conveyed a sense of comfort worth more than all the expensive furniture in the world. Nothing was designed to impress but rather to make one feel at home.

Peering around a corner, Charles noticed the tiny dining room of the house and several dinner guests looking at him with inquiring looks.

“We were just having supper. Please join us and I’ll make the introductions,” said Mrs. Pepperell with a smile.

The guests were a curious bunch. There was Sarah’s husband, Mr. Pepperell, an aging gentleman with sour looks and a suspicious nature. Also in attendance was a puritan couple from the village whose stern looks could have been carved in stone. Their daughter, Rachel, was a shy teenaged girl of 17 who regarded Charles with curiosity.

After a few long pauses, the dinner conversation soon turned toward familiar topics and Charles found himself feeling surprisingly at ease. Even the puritan couple was satisfied with his graceful manners.

“Tell us about yourself, Mr. Harris,” said Sarah Pepperell, making eye contact with the young lieutenant who was sitting next to her at her specific request. She watched him with fascination.

“I’m from London actually,” he returned. “I was working in my family’s mercantile business when my father decided I should have a lieutenant’s commission. So, here I am looking for military glory.”

There was silence for a moment. Charles looked down at his plate, uncertain if he had said the wrong thing.

“Our fight isn’t with the likes of you, Mr. Harris,” remarked Mr. Pepperell. “You seem like an honorable young man. It’s that king of yours. He’s the problem.”

“I wouldn’t know, sir. That’s a matter for politicians,” returned Charles politely.

“A good answer!” said Mr. Pepperell with a smile. His whole face seemed to crack as if it was the first smile he had attempted in years. “Where were you captured?”

“Near Fort Ticonderoga. Your Colonel Brown rather surprised us one morning.”

“And what are the conditions of your parole?” asked the puritan gentleman.

“I must not go more than a mile outside of town. Other than that, I may do as I please until an American officer is found that can be exchanged for me.”

The talk turned to other things. First, farming was discussed, then horses. In the midst of lively conversation, Charles noticed Sarah’s delicate fingers had found their way under the table and between his legs. Her actions took him particularly by surprise because he was in the middle of speaking. He tried with difficulty to complete his thoughts as Sarah stroked the outline of his cock through the thin linen. Sarah smiled, realizing his erection was soon threatening to burst the seams of his breeches.

“If all of you will excuse me, I must fetch some things from the kitchen,” exclaimed Sarah suddenly, withdrawing her hand from Charles’ crotch. “Charles, will you help me get something from the top shelf?” she asked, looking at him with seemingly innocent eyes.

The conversation continued around the table unabated as Charles excused himself from the table and followed Sarah into the kitchen. As soon as they were out of view of the dinner guests, Sarah pushed Charles against the kitchen wall and kissed him hard. Her tongue sought his as her hands trailed down his chest to the three buttons which held up the front flap of his breeches. When he realized she was unbuttoning the flap, he tried to stop her. She put her hand to his mouth to silence him.

“Don’t say anything!” she hissed in his ear.

In seconds, she undid the flap and his fully erect cock sprang out. When Charles felt her fingers gently cupping his balls, he groaned slightly.

“Quiet, Charles,” whispered Sarah. “You’re going to do exactly what I say or else I scream and the town council ships you off to some hell hole of a prison. Surely, this is better than that.”

Upon saying this, she began to stroke his cock.

“I’m a prisoner and must endure this hardship,” returned Charles in a panting voice.

“Listen carefully, my dear. I’m going to knee in front of you and take your beautiful dick into my mouth. You must be careful not to wake the entire neighborhood when you begin shooting your seed down my throat.”

Charles watched in breathless astonishment as Sarah quickly dropped to her knees and swallowed the entire length of his cock. In a moment, she took her mouth away and held his stiff weapon in her hand. She looked up at him with a devilish grin as she swirled her tongue over the tip of his cock.

“Do you need any help in there, Sarah,” called out Mr. Pepperell from the other room.

“I’m doing just fine, thank you,” shouted back Sarah without missing a lick.

She swallowed his cock again and began to pick up her sucking motions. Her head bobbed back and forth as she got down to the business at hand.

Charles had never been terribly religious in his life yet at that moment, he began praying in earnest that no one at the table would decide to walk into the kitchen in the next 60 seconds or so. He didn’t care if he was hanged, shot, or thrown in jail — just as long as Sarah had a chance to finish what she had started. Besides, he thought, this was certainly a better use of his time and resources than training a company of soldiers how to march in step.

Sarah’s skills were quite beyond reproach. Charles felt his legs begin to shake and a certain degree of dizziness set in. He knew he would not last much longer. His eyes wandered aimlessly about the room as he rapidly approached orgasm.

A small mirror on a corner shelf caught his attention. To his alarm, it was angled in such a way as to reveal the puritan couple’s daughter, Rachel, sitting at the table in the other room. The teenager was watching the action in the kitchen intently, ignoring the dinner conversation going on beside her. Charles looked into her eyes and she locked eyes with him. Knowing the teenager could see what was happening brought him to a gushing climax. With unbelievable restraint, Charles kept silent as he spurted an enormous cum load into Sarah’s mouth.

As Charles reclined against the wall trying to recover, Sarah leapt to her feet and buttoned the flap on his breeches once again. She looked him in the eye and swallowed the mouthful of cum she had been savoring. Leaning forward suddenly, she put her lips to his ear.

“Listen to me, my love,” she whispered. “Your room is at the end of the hall on the second floor. Expect me at midnight tonight. Wear nothing except your regimental coat. Do you understand?”

Charles nodded, having no idea of what to say. Sarah quickly handed him a large bowl.

“Here, this is what you were helping me find,” she said with a smile.

Sarah walked back into the dining room. Charles took a moment to catch his breath. He had expected his captivity to be difficult, insulting, and extremely frustrating. Frustrated was not something he felt at that moment. Taking a deep breath, he returned to the other room.

“Well,” remarked Mr. Pepperell as the two sat down in their chairs. “Another moment and we would have had the pie without you.”

“I don’t think I shall have any,” returned Sarah. “I have had more than enough to eat this evening.” She shot Charles a sly glance which he desperately hoped would not be noticed by the others. Rachel, however, did seem to notice but said nothing. She looked at Charles with longing eyes as she ate her desert. Charles found himself terribly distracted by the slow, deliberate way the young woman placed spoonfuls of pie into her mouth.

“The 53rd Regiment, huh?” said Mr. Pepperell casually.

“Yes. Light infantry.”

“Do you see any of them soldiers with the big furry hats?”

“The grenadiers, you mean? Why, yes. They’re usually brigaded separately from the hat companies and the light infantry though.”

“They are the best fighting men in a regiment from what I understand,” put in the puritan gentleman.

“Yes, that’s true. Our grenadiers were fortunate that they weren’t captured with us at Ticonderoga.”

“Well, a lucky break for them, I suppose,” returned Mr. Pepperell.

“Very much so. If they hadn’t marched to—” Charles stopped himself suddenly, pretending to need a drink of water. “If they hadn’t marched elsewhere, some of their officers might be at this table instead of me.”

There was silence at the table as everyone finished their slices of pie. To Charles’ surprise, Sarah’s hand had found its way back to his crotch and was busily stroking him to another erection. Through an incredible effort, he pretended not to notice.

“Really good pie, Mr. Pepperell,” said Rachel.

Sarah shot Charles a quick glance. “I certainly found everything delicious.”

***

Charles’ room was comfortable, certainly a pleasant enough place to spend time. Charles, however, barely took notice. He paced back and forth, contemplating the actions of his hostess. In England, everyone believed the Americans to be prudish puritans. They seemed the kind of people more interested in making themselves unhappy than making babies. Sarah Pepperell would be quite a surprise to Charles’ friends in London who told him colonial women were impossible to lure into bed.

Charles felt strange walking around with only his redcoat on. He found it even stranger to look down and see his hardening cock jutting out just below the facings of his regimental coat. This look was definitely not the look King George’s army was going for.

It was now nearly midnight. The house was quiet, the puritans and their daughter having left early. Charles heard the floorboards in the hallway groan slightly and knew Sarah was approaching his door. Sure enough, a soft knock was heard at Charles’ door.

The young lieutenant opened the door wide, making no attempt to cover himself. Sarah, wrapped from neck to ankles in a blanket, smiled broadly seeing his appearance.

“What a delightful sight,” she said quietly. “And I can tell you are glad that I’ve arrived!” she purred, taking note of his erection.

Sarah walked into the room and closed the door behind her. Without another word, she let her blanket drop to the floor and stood before Charles completely naked. Charles looked at her body in amazement. From her full breasts to her slender legs, she was by every standard a stunning, seductive woman once free of her unflattering New England clothing.

She grabbed his hand suddenly and placed it between her legs.

“What do you think? Put your fingers inside of me and feel what awaits you.”

Charles hesitated momentarily.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he said tentatively. “I mean, what about Mr. Pepperell?”

She put her hand to his mouth. “I am going to satisfy your every possible desire, Charles. I shan’t do that if you persist in asking me foolish questions. That would be a shame. Do you not agree?”

Charles ran his fingers back and forth over her clitoris causing her to tremble.

“Come to think of it, my captain is forever telling me that I let unimportant matters distract me in my duties.”

“You see? That’s why he’s a captain and you are still a lieutenant. I suggest you attend to your more carnal duties,” she whispered between passionate kisses.

Just as he prepared to put his arms around her, Sarah unceremoniously pushed him back onto the rope bed. Speechless, he watched her climb onto the straw mattress and straddle his legs. She guided the head of his penis into her vagina and paused.

“Congratulations, Charles,” she whispered, looking him in the eye.

“Why?” he muttered, barely able to concentrate as he watched his cock sink into her welcoming pussy.

“You, my love, are the 12th redcoat I’ve fucked during this war. British military men are my passion, my obsession. I’ve chosen to indulge my passion whenever I can. This war has been most convenient, I must admit.”

She settled into a slow grinding action as her hips moved back and forth. Charles ran his hands over her full breasts and tweaked her erect nipples.

“I trust they were commissioned officers?” he said, watching as her pussy lips clung to his raging hard-on as she fucked him.

Sarah nodded, enveloped in her own pleasure as her orgasm came upon her. Her eyes closed and her jaw nearly dropped to her chest as she trembled in silent pleasure.

“And how do I compare?” uttered Charles as he began to thrust in unison with Sarah. She was quiet for a moment, trying to recover her breath.

“The first six…the first six couldn’t hold a candle to you, Lieutenant. The last six I’m not sure of.”

“Why is that?”

“All six of them took me at once on the dining room table. I took track of who was fucking what part of me.”

“Rule Britannia!” said Charles with a smile.

Sarah picked up her pace and rode Charles’ cock with lusty abandon. Charles arched his hips upward in an attempt to get even deeper inside of her well-lubricated pussy.

“And I thought rebel women weren’t interested in fucking!”

“I wouldn’t know.”

“How’s that?”

Sarah looked him in the eye. “I’m not a rebel, Charles. I’m a loyalist.”

“You! You’re a tory?” returned Charles with surprise.

Sarah smiled as she ground her hips against him. “It’s a well-kept secret, I assure you. Everyone in Southbrook believes me to be a supporter of the Continental Congress and a virtuous woman to boot.”

“Little suspecting that you’re a…”

“A hot little slut ready to fuck anything that moves?” she returned with a slight smirk.

“That’s alright to think that, Charles. That’s exactly what I am.”

Charles groaned and pulled Sarah tightly against him. She could feel his semen pumping into her as she gently squeezed his balls.

As Charles’ orgasm subsided, Sarah put her head on his shoulder.

“Thank God, you’re young, Charles. You’ll be able to fuck me again in no time at all. Next, I want you in my ass.”

“So tell me, Mrs. Loyalist,” replied Charles, trying for the moment to not think of the glorious idea of fucking this sexy woman’s ass. “Why did you choose to stay here rather than go to New York City and enjoy the protection of the King’s Army?”

“Because I would be of no use there. Here, I hear things and pass them on to British spies. I know everything which goes on in the Continental Army. I hear about the whores that General Charles Lee enjoys in camp. I know who insulted who on General Washington’s staff. They are all so stupid, Charles. For instance, the grenadiers who escaped capture the day you were taken. All of the rebel commanders think they headed north towards Lake Champlain. But, you and I know better, don’t we?”

Charles grinned and began thrusting inside of her again.

***

Sarah closed the door to her bedroom and looked at Mr. Pepperell. He was lying in bed naked, his cock standing straight up in eager anticipation. She leapt onto the bed, throwing off the blanket which she had been covering herself with. His hands began to roam all over her body.

“How was your horny young friend?” questioned Pepperell as he gave his wife lusty kisses. “Did you enjoy his young cock. Did he fire one volley and roll over asleep?”

“Not at all. He enjoyed me every possible way, Mr. Pepperell,” she said with a smile. “It was most remarkable.”

“Every way? Even in your arsehole?” returned Pepperell in astonishment. Sarah nodded as she turned away from him and pointed her naked ass in his direction. He took the hint instantly and crawled up behind her, placing his engorged cock at the entrance to her willing rectum. He pushed forward and entered her easily.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes, he loosened you up considerably, Mrs. Pepperell,” he exclaimed with pleasure as he began to move his cock in and out of her not-so-tight butthole.

“Not nearly as much as I loosened him up, I believe.”

“What news have you?” said Pepperell, continuing his deep thrusts into her tight asshole.

“The grenadiers in question are attempting to march southwest to the Mohawk Valley and on to Oswego.”

“That’s an unlikely route. It’ll be the middle of winter before they make it as far as Oriskany. Going north towards Champlain makes much greater sense.”

“That’s what they’re hoping we will think. I’m sending him over to help Rachel with her gardening tomorrow. I’m sure she’ll coax out anything we missed.”

“Good work, my dear,” panted Pepperell as he exploded in orgasm.

Sarah buried her head in her pillow and savored the sensation of Pepperell’s dick as it twitched in orgasm inside her asshole. “I enjoy my work, Mr. Pepperell. I enjoy my work.”