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   "Happy Housemaid"

   by BetweenHerLegs

   (C) Jenny Clark, 2008

   At thirty-six years old, Rebecca was pretty disappointed with her life.
Unable to find work right after college, and unaided in that pursuit by her
BA in English, she had flitted between hourly wage jobs for five years. 
Then she had met Matt, rolled in the hay once too many times with him, and
gotten married, thinking she was pregnant.  She turned out not to be, and
the marriage fell apart after two years.  She had returned to work, and
then had fallen in love with Daniel.  Daniel, it had turned out was a good
bill-payer, a generous and considerate husband, but also a flaming
homosexual who could do nothing for her in bed, and ended up divorcing her
after a few years when he met the man of his dreams.  So it was another
return to the workforce, more desperate than ever.  And she ended up with a
job as a Happy Housemaid.

   A friend warned her that working as a maid was like being paid a crappy
wage to take men's advances all day, but Rebecca didn't feel like she had
much choice in the matter.  Besides, she told Diane, she wouldn't be
wearing some skimpy French maid costume, just a utilitarian blue uniform.
And if that got men hot, then the world was a much worse place than she had
ever thought.

   Diane laughed.  "Honey, just look in the mirror when you put that
uniform on.  I'm telling you, you're gonna be swatting hands on that butt
of yours all day."

   And now, on her first day, Rebecca did have to admit that the drab
uniform looked kind of cute on her.  With a creamy-complexion and auburn
curls, she was about five foot seven and thin with toned breasts and ass
that she liked to think still held their shape nicely.  And, the way the
uniform hung on her, she saw that they did.  She sighed.  Oh well.  She
could swat hands away.

   Turned out she needed to, too.  Most of the time, nobody was around. 
Happy Housemaids, as the name implied, didn't do much corporate work;
mostly they made their living as affordable domestic help for middle class
couples and families with two working spouses.  That meant they did most of
their work between eight and five, and generally the house was empty.  In
the late afternoon, sometimes there would be kids.  Sometimes during the
day there would be a work-at-home spouse.  Mostly she felt the eyes of high
school boys and the occasional hand of a stay-at-home husband.

   She moved around a lot in her first few months.  There were only real
problems twice.  Once, a high school boy put the moves on her pretty hard.
He flirted with her, and then took her polite deference as encouragement.
He ended up pressing her forcefully against a wall, his hand between her
ass and the plaster.  Staring into her eyes, he moved to kiss her, and when
she turned away and tried to escape, he grabbed her harder, and kissed her
throat.

   "I'm at least twice your age," she said, pushing back against him.

   He was tall and strong, and he held on, gripping her ass like it was the
first he'd felt.  Judging by the boner she felt pressing up against her
lap, it might have been.

   She went on -- "I could practically be your mother."

   He kissed her throat again.  "That's so hot," he said.

   When she finally pushed him away, he went into his room, red-faced and
frustrated.  She couldn't tell if he was going to cry or beat his meat, but
she hurriedly finished her duties in the house and left as soon as
possible.

   The other problem situtation was more of a challenge.  It was a
bachelor's apartment.  He had some sort of technology job and worked from
home, but had no time for cleaning.  "Plus," he said, "it's nice to see a
pretty girl around the place."

   He was in his late twenties and handsome with green eyes and dark, wavy
hair, so she was flattered by the comment.  At first, he seemed
non-threatening.  But the whole time she was there, he kept flirting with
her, and gradually she found herself flirting back.  Then when he gave her
a tip, he smiled, and pulled a fifty dollar bill out of his pocket, gave
her a disarming smile and kissed her lips.

   "I'm a very good tipper," he said, slipping the fifty into her pocket as
his other hand found the small of her back.

   For a moment, Rebecca lost her head and kissed him back.  It was only
when she felt his tongue deep inside her throat that she came to her senses
and pulled away.  "I can't, I'm working."

   "And I'm paying," he said, pulling out another twenty, slipping it in
her pocket with the fifty, and moving his other hand to cup her breast. 
"Just a little thank you for a job well done." He squeezed her breast, and
the hand that had dipped into her pocket began to caress her hip and thigh.

   "Well, I want to do a good job," she said, finding herself responsive to
his touch and his sexy voice.

   "Oh, you're doing excellently," he commended her, drawing out her lower
lip into his mouth and finding just the right spot to press between her
legs.  Rebecca moaned and collapsed involuntarily to her knees.  There it
was, right in front of her face.  His erection, straining against his
cotton slacks.  It was no big deal, right?  She was attracted to him, after
all.  And he was offering her a generous thank-you.

   She began to unzip his trousers.  He moaned and grabbed her hair in
ecstatic anticipation.  His cock was hot to the touch, and it had been a
while since she'd had any sexual activity at all, so she found herself
eager to stroke it into full vigor.  As the cock came alive before her,
growing longer, harder, more red and swollen, she couldn't help but reach
her tongue out and lick it.  And then again.  And then again.  And then she
took it in her mouth and gave it a good, noisy, wet slurping suck.

   "Holy god," the man of the house groaned.  "Age makes such a
difference."

   She laughed a little as she began to fuck him with her mouth, her head
bobbing rapidly up and down on his shaft, taking him all the way in until
he hit the back of her throat, then sliding back until just the tip
remained between her lips.  She was getting pretty slobbery, and she felt
her face flushing.  His hands gripped her head with increasing intensity.

   "Oh, god, I'm gonna cum," he warned her.  "Don't stop, I'm gonna cum. 
Oh god, yes, yes, oh god, please don't slow down."

   She smiled and looked up into his eyes as she continued the slippery
work.  She did miss this, the pleasure she received from giving a man
pleasure.  She hadn't been with anyone since her last husband, and she
hadn't spent much time with him in the bedroom after he'd admitted to her
that he was gay and thinking of other men when she sucked him off.  For
some reason, she hasn't been able to get around that obstacle.  So she was
taking great pride in this man's obvious pleasure at her personally.

   When he started to cum, she plunged down on him and took his load in her
throat, swallowing as much as she could and only coughing a little bit back
up onto her chin.  She smiled up at him, making eye contact, and getting
ready for what she hoped would come next.  But then he just offered her
another twenty and went back to his work, leaving her there on her knees.

   And suddenly Rebecca felt cheap and used, and left in a great flush of
humiliation.  She talked about the experience after work with another maid,
an altogether too cute and flouncy blonde in her early twenties.

   "Oh, yeah, you get some guys like that," the blonde said
matter-of-factly.  "If the company found out, you'd get fired, but most of
the girls who work here can't afford to turn down a good tip, no matter
what it's for."

   "So you've done that before?"

   "Oh yeah, I think we've all done things before.  The trick is to always
make sure there's a tip on the line before you start accepting sexual
advances.  You don't want to give it up for free, you know?"

   "Give it up?" Rebecca blanched.  "You mean, you've gone further than
just a blowjob?"

   "Oh, yeah," the blonde said yet again.  "I mean, like yesterday, there's
this couple who has her dad living with them and he's always home when I'm
cleaning for them, and we have a little fun together.  Yesterday, we had
sex on the kitchen floor right after I mopped, so I had to clean it again.
A tip, plux sex, plus overtime hours.  Even more extra money!"

   Rebecca was startled.  "But the company doesn't know about this stuff?"

   The blonde shrugged.  "Well, if it's against the law, it's against the
rules, Mr.  Renkin always says, but it's not like they keep tabs on us or
anything.  They probably have to suspect something, though, you know?  They
know how much we make, and they know the kind of clothes some of us wear
despite how much we make, if you know what I mean."

   "Has anyone ever gotten in trouble for it?"

   "Oh yeah," the familiar refrain returned.  "This one girl named Judy got
in trouble because she was screwing the husband when the wife came home. 
Wifey complained, and Judy got in big trouble.  Made it worse for herself,
though, because the dopey kid fell in love with the guy and went back to
see him on a break one day, got caught again, and then she tried to give it
up to Mr.  Renkin to keep her job."

   "He fired her instead?"

   "Well, what I hear is that he fired her anyway.  You know, like he did
her but still went ahead and fired her after he'd already dipped his stick
in the oil pan once."

   The thirty-six year old with auburn hair shook her head.  "I had no idea
this was going on."

   "Pretty exciting, huh?"

   "I suppose so."

   That night, she had dinner with Diane, and told her all about it.  To
her surprise, Diane wasn't that upset or indignant.  She said a few words
of criticism, but at the same time she kept asking for details.  And
Rebecca was sure she saw a bit of a flush of arousal on the other woman's
cheeks as they talked about the sexy misdeeds at Happy Housemaids.  Then
she realized that she was feeling her own flush of arousal watching her
friend get turned on.  Diane was about the same age as Rebecca with brown
eyes and a blonde pageboy.  She spent a lot of time tanning and even more
time working out, she always looked good.  Once, the two of them had swiped
some pot from Diane's teenage son and lit up, and Diane had confessed while
high that she had made love with another woman once in college and had
really enjoyed it.  Ever since then, at the most inconvenient of moments,
Rebecca would find herself wondering what it would have been like being the
other woman making love to Diane.  Right now was one of those moments, and
she tried to push the thoughts from her mind.  She was straight as an arrow
and had no interest in pursuing that kind of fantasy life.

   "So how was it sucking his cock?"

   "Well, until he treated me like a two-bit prostitute afterward," Rebecca
admitted, looking at her empty plate, "I was definitely enjoying myself."

   Diane grinned.  "Well then don't sweat it, hon."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Okay, look.  He got something he wanted, you had a good time, and you
came away with an extra $90.  Tell me the downside."

   "I sold my body to a man for $90," Rebecca answered her charge.

   "You didn't sell your body, you just had a little fun and came away with
a thank-you gift," Diane corrected.

   "Would you have done it?"

   "And I would do it again!" the tan blonde assured her.

   "Really?"

   "Hell, girl, you know I let a professor kiss my tits for a grade once.
He was good looking.  I enjoyed it.  So what's the harm?"

   "Moral compromise?"

   "Did you think it was immoral when you took that monster into your
mouth?"

   "Well, no."

   "You only thought it was immoral after he gave you the cold shoulder
when it was over?"

   "Well, yeah."

   "So, the only immoral part was his rudeness, not your giving him head."

   "I guess so."

   "Well," Diane said, leaning over the table.  "Think about it that way
next time an opportunity arises."

   Rebecca thought there was an opportunity right now as she stared at the
tanned cleavage exposed by her friend's position.  She wasn't a lesbian,
she wasn't even bi or bi-curious, but Diane had sure seemed to enjoy her
experience, and Rebecca thought that if she were to have such an experience
she would like it to be with someone like Diane.  She shook her head clear.

   "I'll think about it," she promised.

   "You need the money," Diane told her, "and you need the action."

   Rebecca laughed.  It was heard to deny either of those.

   "What about that high school kid?"

   "What about him?"

   "Was he hot?"

   "He was like seventeen, Diane."

   "A hot seventeen?"

   "Yeah, I guess so."

   "You probably could've gotten a tip out of him," Diane said with a wink.

   "He's the same age as your son, Diane!"

   Diane shrugged.  "And I've seen the way my son and his friends look at
you, hon." She smiled.  "They all want you.  You're like a living MILF to
them, girlfriend."

   Rebecca blushed.  "I think it's time to end this conversation!"

   And they did, and the rest of the evening went by quietly but enjoyably.
Rebecca did, however, find that all the talk about sex got her in enough of
a mood that she had a hard time not sneaking inquisitive glances at Diane's
body.  Hard to deny that the other woman's legs looked soft and smooth. 
That had to feel nice, didn't it?"

   Over the course of the next few weeks, Rebecca finally got her own
schedule established of regular clients.  She also had a few more
opportunities to wrestle with the question of sex-on-the-job.  She dealt
with each one independently, on its own terms.

   The first was actually not one of her regular houses.  She was covering
for April, the blonde girl who had let her in on the secret, and she
actually ended up at the house April had talked about.  A couple with the
woman's father living with them.  He was in his late fifties, still in good
shape with salt-and-pepper hair and a strong chin.  He had lost his job
because of an injury to his left shoulder and was collecting disability
checks and staying at home now.  It was he who brought the subject of sex
up.

   "The other girl usually helps me out with a few things," he said,
looking a little uncomfortable.

   Rebecca felt sorry for him.  She wasn't willing to actually have sex
with a strange man, but she wanted to give him a little of his expected
relief.  She smiled at him and nodded.  "How about if I see what I can do?"

   She had him lay down on the couch, and then undid everything required to
get access to his cock.  He wasn't especially hard yet, so she decided she
would have to be a little clever.  She dribbled saliva onto him and started
to rub and massage his balls and cock.  She had a hunch about him, and
decided to try it.

   "What's your daughter's name?" she asked, rubbing him good.

   "Holly," he said, getting a little bit harder as he said the name.

   She was sure now she was right.  "What does Holly look like?"

   The older man had his eyes closed, his head thrown back, as he answered,
"A little taller than you, brown ponytail, big brown eyes."

   He was getting harder.  She continued.  "What about her boobs?"

   "Oh, she has beautiful boobs," he said.  "They're bigger than her
mother's, but smooth and tight like a girl's still."

   He was definitely hard now, and Rebecca began to use her mouth on him.
"Mm, does she have a nice ass, too?"

   "Like you wouldn't believe," he told her.  "Tighter than hell, but so
round, and she wears tight things that show it off."

   Rebecca moaned against his erection, flicking her tongue on it.  She
knew he would be ready soon.  "It must be sweet torture when Holly and her
husband are in their bedroom making love.  Knowing what her beautiful body
is doing, but not being there yourself."

   His first response was a protracted groan, and Rebecca felt the vein on
his cock throbbing.  She took him in her mouth and started to move her head
up and down on his lap.  Then he said, "Sometimes I listen." Rebecca moaned
loudly.  "And once they left the door open a crack and I looked in."

   "Oh daddy," Rebecca squealed, "daddy, yes!"

   He started to hump up against her face.  "I knew I could make her feel
better than this skinny dicked husband of hers."

   "Oh, daddy!"

   "He has no idea how to treat a beautiful body like hers."

   "Oh, daddy!"

   "Oh, Holly!"

   "Cum, daddy, cum!"

   "Oh, Holly!"

   "Daddy!"

   And soon he did cum, as Rebecca was lifting her head off him, and so the
semen sprayed all over the thirty six year-old maid's face.

   "You won't tell?" the older man asked as she wiped her face with a
Kleenex.  "I mean.  What I said about Holly?"

   Rebecca wiped the last of his semen off her face with her finger rather
than the Kleenex and then wiped that finger along her lips.  "Our secret,"
she said with a smile.

   He smiled and then glanced at the end table.  "There's a tip for you in
the candy jar."

   She thanked him and left.  She felt pretty damn good about herself.  And
pretty damn turned-on, too.  The next situation, however, didn't go quite
so well.

   It was a few weeks later, and she was alone in a house, cleaning, when
the husband of the family came home early from work, drunk and unstable. 
He had lost a major project from his company, and that meant a lot of
money. He was looking for both a pick-me-up and a release for his anger. 
As for a lot of men, that translated into sex.  A chance to treat a woman
like a little less than a person and to get some physical pleasure. 
Rebecca wanted nothing to do with that kind of situation, and she tried to
keep her distance.

   Eventually, he had her cornered, though.  She was cleaning the bathroom,
and he had the doorway blocked.  Leering at her through glazed eyes, he
shut the door, and dropped his trousers.  "Take off your pants," he
demanded.

   "No," she said firmly.

   "Take off your fucking pants, woman," he growled, grabbing his cock and
starting to stroke it.  "Take a look at this dick of mine," he insisted. 
"I don't even let my wife touch it, the fucking cow.  But you can.  You're
pretty."

   She had to admit that his cock was impressive.  She'd never really seen
one quite so large, in fact.  It was longer and thicker than anything she'd
seen in real life, and than most she'd seen in pornos.  She couldn't
imagine taking anything any larger inside of her, in fact.  A small part of
her wanted to experience the monster just for the experience, but she was
frightened of the man, and didn't anticipate any financial gain, so she
held her ground.

   "Thank you, I'm flattered, but I can't."

   He spat into his hand and then continued to work himself into an
erection.  "You better be fucking flattered," he said.  "Been ten years
since anyone older than college has even seen this fucker in full rage."

   "I am, but, really, it's impossible."

   "Think you can't handle it?"

   She thought it unwise to try to get out by talking about how
impressively endowed he was.  That would backfire.  But neither did she
want to dare him to see if she could at least try.  So she tried to blame
work.  "I would get fired."

   "No one will know."

   Every moment that passed it got more difficult for her to resist.  She
hadn't had sex in years.  She had brought herself off a few times, but she
definitely would like to feel a man inside her again.  And she could only
imagine what a cock like that would feel like.

   "I -- I can't."

   Then, the matter was taken out of her hands, as his eyes suddenly turned
wide, and he turned to the sink and threw up.  Taking this as her cue, she
made a quick exit, leaving the drunken man behind.

   Immediately after that, she had her final house of the day.  It was one
of the houses she had cleaned a long time ago, she knew, but she didn't
immediately place it.  Then, when a seventeen year-old boy came home from
school, she remembered.  The answer to Diane's question was that, yes, he
was hot.  Tall, athletic, clean-cut but not babyish.  He was wearing loose
basketball shorts and a tank top.  They looked at each other for a few
moments when he entered, and then they went about their business.

   A few minutes later, he approached her.  "Look, about that other time
you were here --"

   "It's okay," she said.  To be honest, she had been turned on by the
contemplation of the previous man's cock, regardless of her distaste for
the man himself, and she was feeling very forgiving towards this young man.
She didn't think she would have been able to resist him last time had she
been this aroused.

   "It's just that --"

   "It's okay," she repeated.

   His jaw set.  "Look, I just wanted to tell you that you're really
beautiful, and I don't care how old you are, you're just beautiful, that's
all."

   She blushed.  "Thank you," she said softly.

   He shrugged one shoulder and looked around the room.  "I got out of
hand, though, and I'm sorry.  I just get sick of being teased."

   "About what?" she asked, smiling reassuringly at him.

   The seventeen year-old grimaced.  "Never mind, just teased, that's all."

   "Well, if it makes you feel any better, my friend has a son your age,
and you're way better looking than any of his friends."

   He grinned.  "You're the best lookin' woman I know," he said.  "I can't
wait until I'm older."

   "Why?"

   "Because," he said, looking determined, "I want my first time to be with
a woman like you."

   She blushed again.  "Your first time?  You want to lose your virginity
with a woman like me?"

   He nodded.  "You're perfect," he said.

   Rebecca felt swept up in the current of her own body, and before she was
aware of making any conscious decisions, she had the seventeen year-old
wrapped up in an embrace, kissing him hungrily, while her hands played with
his free-swinging balls and cock through the fabric of his shorts.  "No
underwear," she breathed into his mouth.

   "No," he groaned, kissing her back, inexpertly but passionately.  "Can I
touch you?"

   She laughed and guided one hand up underneath her shirt to cup one
breast wrapped in a white cotton bra.  "Have you felt a girl's tits
before?" she asked.

   "No," he admitted.  "Girls my age don't hardly even have tits.  Not like
women do."

   She smiled and helped his hand slip inside her bra to feel the silky
flesh of her naked tit and the hardness of her nipple.  "I hope you like
it."

   He couldn't even manage any words, he just made some noises and pawed at
the breast while they kissed.  Rebecca continued to fondle him vigorously
through his shorts, and was pleased with the size he seemed to be as he got
hard.  She didn't want to lose him too early, though.  She wanted his first
time to be good.  "When does everyone else get home?"

   "Like two hours from now," he said.

   She pulled away from him, and started to undo buttons on her shirt. 
"That gives us plenty of time to do this right," she said.

   "Right?" he asked.

   "Naked."

   Turning red, he reluctantly pulled his shirt off, and started in on his
pants before being dumbstruck by the older woman's exposed breasts. 
"Fuck!" he said, then apologized.  "Sorry, they're just...  You're
beautiful!" he gushed.

   "If you think that's good, just wait," she said teasingly, bobbing her
eyebrows at him as she unfastened her pants.  When she was down to her
panties and socks, she smiled at him, and then knelt to help him out of his
shorts.  He was still google-eyed over her body, and he gasped at the touch
of her satiny skin against his.  His cock was beautiful, and while not as
big as the drunk's had been, it was still quite large.  She didn't want to
bring him off with her mouth, but he deserved to know what oral felt like,
so she took him in her mouth and gave him a few good bobs, before pulling
back off, panting, saliva trickling out of her mouth.

   "Yum!" she said.

   He was speechless, his whole body turning red with probably a mixture of
embarrassment and excitement.  She sat down on the couch and spread her
legs.  She touched the damp spot on her panties.  "You see this spot?" she
asked.  She then lifted her finger and tasted it.  "That means I want you."

   "Really?"

   "Really."

   "Hot damn!"

   "So come and take me, lover."

   It was awkward, but she helped him.  She wanted him to feel like a real
man when all this was through, so she wanted him on top and as in charge as
he was capable of being as a total virgin.  She lifted her butt and helped
him get her panties off, and then she smiled as he stared at her neatly
trimmed bush and her pretty pussy lips.

   She took his hand in hers and gently guided it between her legs.  She
squeezed it between her thighs and then his own drive took over and he
slipped a finger inside her.  She cried out with somewhat exaggerated
pleasure, but the boy was definitely a natural, and he seemed to enjoy
making her feel good, so she was honestly on the brink by the time she
demanded, "Fuck me, honey, I need to feel that big cock inside me!"

   She spread her legs for him and used one hand to hold her lips open and
the other to guide him in.  His strokes were clumsy, but his cock was
tremendous, and he was handsome, so she was glad to make love to him.  She
humped up against him as he kissed her breasts and tried his best to keep a
steady pace.  It wasn't long though, before he said, "I'm not going to last
much longer, I'm sorry!"

   He wasn't wearing a condom, and Rebecca knew it was stupid, but she
couldn't bear the thought of him pulling out so she threw her legs around
his waist, clutched his head to her chest and just screamed with pleasure.

   When he came, the warm jets of semen deep inside her were like an
aphrodisiac to Rebecca.  She kept thrusting her hips upward, even as his
erection flagged.  "Wait," he said, "hold on."

   Her face was a mask of anguish as he slowly pulled out, and she felt his
mass slipping away, then the warm plop of his gooey goodbye on her mound.
And then, she screamed in pleasure as she felt his youthful mouth plunge
down on her on and begin to cover her pussy in kisses.  He moaned and
grunted as he licked his own cum and her juices and sucked on every part of
her that could.  Rebecca's eyes were closed and her thighs pressing on his
cheeks like a vice.  And then.  Oh god.  Then she felt his lips moving in
different directions inside her and his tongue stabbing fast at her clit,
and there was a blinding white light as she exploded inside.

   She arched her back tensely and made little squeaks in the back of her
throat as she felt her thighs quiver and her neck muscles pulse, and she
had a sudden vision of Diane, naked, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her
tanned breasts hanging down in Rebecca's face, and she came again.

   When it was over, she pulled the seventeen year-old up, and curled up
with him on the couch for just a few minutes before rising to get dressed.
"You're incredible," she told him with a smile.

   He shook his head.  "That was all you."

   She laughed, and touched his mouth, his cock, his chest.  "Oh, no, my
gorgeous young lover, you were out of this world good."

   He smiled, pleased, and drifted asleep as she pulled her clothes on. 
Before she left, she kissed him softly on the lips.  "You better get
dressed before everyone else gets home."

   He stirred and then nodded.  "Will I ever see again?"

   The honest answer would have been for her to say she didn't know, or
even that it wasn't very likely, but she hoped she would, and she didn't
want to crush his spirits either, so she said, "If you're not too busy
driving hotter ladies than me out of their minds, you can count on it."

   He smiled and drifted back to sleep again.  Rebecca laughed, and left. A
few nights later, she was having an evening with Diane and told her all
about the three encounters.  She left out the part about seeing Diane in
her mind when she came, because she didn't really understand that herself,
and she didn't want to unnecessarily freak her friend out.

   "Wow, so you did the kid after all, and with no money involved," Diane
teased her.

   "If you'd seen this kid, Diane, you would have had seriously considered
breaking your marriage vows to score his virginity.  Handsome and sweet and
all man."

   The tan blonde laughed.  "Well, at least you're expanding your
horizons."

   Rebecca laughed.  "I guess so."

   "Next thing I know," Diane said, running a finger along the contours of
her chest, "you're going to be telling me that you did it with a
work-at-home wife."

   Now Rebecca blushed, because the vision of Diane came rushing back, only
now as a full-blown fantasy image of the two of them naked in bed, Diane
between Rebecca's spread legs, smiling with unimagined pleasure as her
auburn haired friend stroked her hanging breasts with one hand and
thumb-and-pinkied their pussies with the other.

   "What the hell?" Rebecca blurted out, more to her own imagination than
to her friend.

   Diane widened her eyes playfully.  "Woah there, girlie, what brought
that on?"

   Her cheeks burning crimson, Rebecca rose and walked over to her couch.
"Nothing, sorry, I was just caught off guard.  I mean, honestly, you make
it sound like I'm some sort of sex maniac with no standards."

   "No standards?  I was assuming the work-at-home wife would be hot."

   Rebecca rolled her eyes.  "You know what I mean."

   Dianne came over and joined her on the couch.  Their eyes met and there
was a tight silence.  Diane's lips parted a little, showed a hint of
tongue, and she smiled slightly.  "No, hon, I have no idea what you mean."

   "God, I'm not desperate, Diane, that's what I'm saying.  And I'm not a
slut or a whore.  I'm a maid."

   "You don't have to be desperate or a slut or a whore to enjoy a little
physical time with a hot work-at-home wife.  Just a maid with a pretty face
and a cute figure."

   Rebecca looked at her friend's eyes, cheeks, lips, chin.  "You're the
one with the pretty face." Her eyes traced down the other woman's neckline,
to her chest, her bust, her arms, her waist, her hips, her legs.  "And the
cute figure."

   Diane wriggled a little under the attention and her smile spread,
touched her eyes.  "Are you flirting with me, girlfriend?"

   More blushing.  "No!  Don't be silly!"

   "Oh so I'm pretty and cute, but not *that* pretty and cute?"

   "That's not what I mean -- I mean, you're a woman!"

   "And so are you; perfect."

   "God, Diane, I'm not a lesbian -- and you're married!"

   "So which of those is the deal-breaker?" Diane whispered seductively.

   Rebecca forced a laugh and then tossed a couch pillow at her friend's
face to try and distract things.  "Shut up," she laughed, feeling ten years
younger in the rush of crazy sexual energy and silly, girlish behavior.

   The blonde cleared her throat and sat up more seriously, even her facial
expression changing.  "Seriously, though, Rebecca, I mean, have you never
felt an attraction to another woman?"

   The maid squirmed in her seat, thinking about the brief fantasy of Diane
that had crossed her mind earlier.  "No, I never have," she said, even
while her eyes rested firmly on her friend's cleavage.

   "God, I have," Diane admitted with a sigh.  She uncrossed and recrossed
her legs with nervous energy.  "I mean, like, frequently."

   "Really?" Rebecca refrained from asking if the other woman had ever been
attracted to her.

   "Yeah, I'm surprised you haven't.  I thought it was natural for women to
feel that way," the married one shrugged.  "We are sexual creatures after
all, and appreciators of beauty." She paused.  "Do you think you could ever
be attracted to another woman?"

   "No," Rebecca made herself say, her voice breaking as her eyes stroked
her friend's thighs.  God they did look pretty.  And so soft.

   "But you never thought you'd do a seventeen year-old kid for his
virginity either or give a pity blowjob to a guy in his fifties."

   "True."

   "So you never know."

   Rebecca realized that her heart was pounding.  "You never know," she
agreed after a tortured pause.

   After Diane left, Rebecca was restless.  She showered every day at the
locker-room in the Happy Housemaids, but that evening she felt like another
shower.  As she undressed in the bathroom, and looked at herself in the
mirror, she saw the purple bruising on her breasts from the seventeen
year-old's ravenous attention.  She smiled warmly thinking of it, but the
mild arousal which accompanied the memory only served to remind her of the
conversation with Diane, and her face fell.  She was suddenly uncomfortable
with her own nakedness.  She skipped the shower and went to the bedroom,
pulling on a pair of cotton panties and a tight but conservative nightgown.
She sat on the edge of her bed, cross-legged, and looked into the mirror
across the room.

   God, she was thirty-six years old.  What was she doing?  And, worse yet,
what was she thinking of doing?  Thirty-six years of being a morally
conservative straight woman out the window?  A few people make passes at
her, she has a few dalliances, and all of the sudden she's having sexual
thoughts about her best friend?

   She slept fitfully, and the tension didn't pass.  The next few weeks
were spent fitfully whether awake or asleep.  And then it all blew up.

   Rebecca came into work one morning and was asked to take up one of the
Happy Housemaid permanent positions.  She would work every day with one
family, 6:30am through 8:30 or 9:00pm, and then could go back to her own
home.  It was a long shift, but there would be downtime, and the pay was
much higher.  She needed the money, so she accepted.  Unfortunately, it was
only after she accepted that she realized this meant a change in uniform.
Cute her figure may have been in the blue suit.  Now in a black skirt and
white blouse designed to show a woman off and make her look girlish, she
knew she'd be facing new temptations.

   The family she was working was four people.  Father, Jeff; Mother, Elsa;
seventeen year-old daughter, Libby; sixteen year-old son, Kilo.  The
parents were in their early forties.  Rebecca felt very self-conscious in
her new uniform, but she went about her tasks diligently.  While she felt a
general air of sexual tension, she attributed a lot of that to her own
frustration and confusion.  She was very careful around Jeff, and while he
had definitely eyed her a few times, he never made any move towards her or
spoke inappropriately.  If she got him hard but he kept it in his pants
around her, Rebecca was fine.

   The first overt eruption of sexuality came two weeks into the
arrangement.  She was cleaning Kilo's room when the boy came in and
whistled at her.

   "So you like work for the family right?"

   "Yes," she answered crisply.

   "That means you work for me right?"

   "I suppose so."

   He glanced out into the hallway, and then -- "How about you show me your
boobs then?"

   "No way," she refused.

   "OK, so instead I tell my parents that you peaked at me while I was
changing my clothes."

   "Be serious."

   "I am serious."

   Rebecca gritted her teeth.  "Alright, shut the door."

   Kilo did as he was told, and then came to within a few feet of his
family's maid.  She unbuttoned the top of her blouse and then pulled her
bra cups down to expose her tits for him.

   "Nice!" he said.

   He probably would have asked for more, but just then the door opened and
Elsa, his mother came in.  Rebecca managed to get herself turned around and
working on the dresser in time to hide her breasts.  Kilo, his face turning
red, turned to face his mom.  "Hey, mom."

   "Are you bothering Rebecca?"

   "No, I promise."

   "Then leave her alone while she's cleaning."

   "Okay, sorry."

   He left, and Elsa apologized to Rebecca, who had managed to get herself
back together while the two had been talking.  "I'm sorry," Elsa said, "I
sometimes wonder if Kilo is mature enough to handle having a woman around
the house he's not related to.  I should have specified, no attractive
maids."

   Rebecca laughed.  "It's okay, I understand."

   Nevertheless, she was on her watch for Kilo after that, and generally
more nervous about work.  She was therefore quite uncertain what to do when
they asked her to be a live-in.  She could keep going home two weekends a
month, but would otherwise live with the family.  The money was going to be
fantastic, so she agreed.

   Things were okay for the first couple of days, but then daughter Libby
pulled her aside.  "You need to know something about my parents," warned
the girl, a lithe young girl with long, light brown hair, streaked with
blonde highlights.  "My mom's bi."

   Rebecca just looked at her questioningly.

   Libby rolled her eyes and leaned in.  "My mom is bi.  You're hot.  They
asked you to live here.  Figure it out."

   And then she left.

   Suddenly Rebecca was on edge.  She was not only watching Jeff, who still
seemed to keep a quiet distance, and Kilo, who had pilfered her underwear
drawer but much else, and also now Elsa.  And she realized that it was
true. Elsa watched her with eyes full of desire.  Much like Diane's eyes,
she realized.  And that thought brought an eruption of feeling inside
Rebecca.  Libby may have said that the maid was hot, but her own mother
could more aptly have been described with that word.  Elsa was tall, tan,
and blonde.  She had somewhat sleepy blue eyes, and a neatly formed mouth,
with a sleek, sculpted body.  Rebecca suddenly found herself watching the
woman with not caution, not unease, not even curiosity, but with desire. 
She actually wanted to know what the beautiful woman looked like naked. 
Wanted to know what it was like to feel the flesh of a woman like that.  To
look into her eyes in the heat of passion.

   When the moment finally came, Rebecca knew she would have to take the
opportunity.

   Over the next few days, the auburn-haired maid found herself flirting
and being coy like a twenty-six year-old or even a sixteen year-old, rather
than a thirty-six year-old.  The advantage of her age and experience
showed, however, in that she was able to make her intentions clear without
being clumsy and overt.  To her delight, Elsa returned the hints of
infatuation, especially when her husband was out.

   One afternoon, however, flush with nervous excitement at seeing Elsa in
a swimsuit for the first time, and getting a look at her full, toned
thighs, Rebecca found herself on a detour.

   "It's been a while," a voice said behind her as she straightened a small
table in the upstairs hallway.  She turned and saw the young man whose
virginity she had taken.  He was with Kilo.  He went on, "Kilo said his new
maid was a hot older woman but I didn't know just how hot."

   "You know her?" Kilo asked.

   "Oh hell yeah," the seventeen year-old said, his breathing getting
ragged.  "I know her and she knows me."

   Already aroused, but jarred to have her curiosity about what another
woman's body would be like interrupted by a reminder of what a young male,
full of life, did feel like, Rebecca could only smile awkwardly and
stammer, "It's good to see you again, hon."

   "Hon?" Kilo balked.

   "We have a bond," the other boy told him.

   "What kind of bond?"

   "Like the kind where I hope she's on the pill."

   "No shit!"

   Rebecca tried to shush the boys.

   "And you didn't even want to show me your tits?" Kilo complained.

   "Her tits are fuckin awesome," the other boy told him.

   "Yeah, I saw them for a little while once."

   "You need to do more than that.  How 'bout you show Kilo a better time
than that?" the older of the teenage boys asked Rebecca.

   "That's out of the question," she insisted.

   The boy embraced her, pressing an aroused crotch against, and whispering
in her ear.  "Don't you want to feel me inside you again?"

   She thought about Elsa's thighs, about Diane's breasts, about his cock,
and then nodded.  "Alright, come on."

   She led to the two boys into her bedroom, shut the door, and warned them
to be quiet.  "We could get into huge trouble for this." But even as she
said it, she was slipping out of her shoes and undoing her top.  She needed
some release, and she had never been with two men at once before, let alone
two good looking young men like these.  As she removed her clothing, the
two teenagers wrapped around her, Kilo in front and the other boy in back.
Kilo kissed her chest.  She craned her mouth around to try and kiss the
other boy, their tongues and lips flailing in the awkward angle.

   Suddenly the young man behind her grabbed her hair and started to force
her to her knees.  "You need to treat my friend right," he said.  "Show him
a good time, okay?"

   Kilo unfastened his pants while the other boy undid Rebecca's bra,
allowing her tits to hang free as she knelt in front of the younger one. 
As soon as it was exposed, the thirty-six year-old took Kilo's cock into
her mouth, slurping it up sloppily and using a mouthful of saliva to get
him almost instantly hard.

   "Fuck that's great!" Kilo said in amazement, looking down at the
auburn-haired older woman as his friend knelt behind her and fondled her
tits and kissed her back.

   She smiled as she bobbed up and down on him, and then groaned as the
other boy reached up her skirt from the back and started a slow, steady
stroke of her panty-covered slot.  The vibrations of her groan in the back
of her throat ran through Kilo's cock and the boy gave a startled shout as
he came by surprise, shooting his load in mid air on a withdrawal, and then
rubbing his spasming cock all around her face to spread the final shots of
cum around her cheeks and lips.

   Rebecca was instantly spun around.  The other boy had her legs spread,
her skirt hiked to her waist, and was pulling her wet panties with his
right hand A flurry of action, he simultaneoulsy mauled her breast with his
left and kissed her mouth, tasting his friend's cum.  This time, when he
had his pants down, he entered her a little more smoothly than the first
time and with less assistance from the older woman.  He fucked her harder
and faster, his balls rubbing against the carpet on his deep down-stroke.
He was still clumsy, but she reached up under his t-shirt and scratched his
back feverishly, encouraging him on.  He felt so alive inside her.  It was
like a breath of fresh air filling her spirit from the inside.

   Overcome by her own hunger and needing to have better control of the
action, she growled gutturally and rolled over so that she was on top,
humping down on him with more regular movements.  They continued to kiss,
and the boy's tongue would run around her mouth, licking his friend's
drying semen from her face.  Kilo couldn't stand just being a spectator and
his youthfulness allowed him to get back in on the action pretty quickly.

   He stroked himself as he watched, and when he thought he was hard
enough, he lifted Rebecca's skirt to her waist and started to press his
cock against her asshole, even as his friends cock was being ravaged by her
pussy.

   "Lotion," Rebecca panted.  "Use lotion from my bedside."

   Kilo ran to the bed, grabbed her hand lotion and returned.  He smeared
it all over his cock, groaning at the smoothness as he continued to stroke
his hardon.  Then, for good measure, he gave the bottle a good squeeze
right over her asshole.  Then he pressed again, the coolness of the lotion
a contrast to the heat of his iron.  It had been several years since
Rebecca had taken a man anally, and she was pretty tight, but when he
finally pressed in, she screamed with pleasure.  It burned some, but the
lotion helped, and the feeling of two cocks inside her was unbelievable. 
She came shortly thereafter, and the shaking of her pelvis brought both
boys off almost right away, one cumming deep inside her pussy, the other
deep inside her ass.

   Kilo collapsed to the floor, panting, exhausted.  The other teen was
still eyeing Rebecca hungrily.  She wasn't through with either of them. 
She crawled up Kilo's body, straddling his face, and pressing her cummy
bush against his mouth.  He was apparently less informed than his friend
and it took a while for him to figure out what to do, but between his
coughing and his confused kissing, eventually he found his way to sucking
and licking on her pussy.  Rebecca then leaned over, her breasts dangling
in front of her.

   "Fuck my titties," she begged the other young man, pressing her breasts
together and drooling her saliva over them for lubrication.

   Clumsy and uncertain, the boy at least knew that what he was being
offered was hot, so he came around, stroked himself back to hardness and
then slid himself upward between her pillow flesh.  Rebecca squealed with
delight.  Being titty-fucked wasn't the most erogenous thing for her, but
it was damned hot, and in combination with the other boy eating her out, it
was fantastic.

   As she got closer to another climax, she started to hump down against
Kilo's face and squeak with every thrust of the other young man's cock. 
When he came between her breasts and then knelt to start eating up his own
spermy love from her skin, she threw her head back and let go, her thighs
convulsing around Kilo's face with the tremors that started in the seat of
her love.

   Somehow, they got away with it.  No one was any wiser.  They were not
walked in on, and no one seemed to have heard, despite her own noisiness.
Unfortunately, she was so excited by the encounter, that it didn't provide
the release she had anticipated.  Instead, she looked at her boss Elsa with
renewed desire.  After all, if the maid could safely screw the son of the
house and his friend at the same time, why not the mom?

   Rebecca was very surprised by the way Kilo handled the aftermath of
their adventure.  She would have been frustrated and angry if he had become
a constant source of harassment, but she would have been personally
offended if he had retreated and made no further advanced whatsoever. 
Instead, he found a balance.  In general, he became more controlled.  He
made fewer obvious attempts to solicit her favors in public.  But every day
he would find a private moment to let her know how much he had enjoyed
being with her and that he wanted to do so again.

   One evening, though, Rebecca thought things were finally going to come
to a head with Elsa.  It was her day off, and it started with a visit in
the afternoon from Diane.  Her friend was dressed in tight biking shorts
and a loose maroon t-shirt that seemed to hang off her breasts only to
curtain the stage for her thin waistline.  Rebecca founder self staring at
her friend's body the whole time they were talking and drinking cocktails
by the family pool.

   "Wanna swim?" Rebecca asked after a while, suddenly extremely interested
in seeing her friend's body slipping through the water.

   "I don't have a suit, and I don't think any of yours would fit me."

   "We could skinny dip," Rebecca said impulsively.  "No one's home except
Elsa, and I don't think she would be offended."

   Diane stared at her friend.  "I don't think I could handle being that
close to your naked body, hon."

   Rebecca swallowed hard and looked at the pool.  "What do you mean?"

   Thump.  Thump.  Thump.  Rebecca was sure she could hear both of their
hearts beating in the moment of silence that preceded Diane's answer.  "I
couldn't keep my hands off you."

   Thump.  Thump.  Thump.  It was her chance.  Her friend had just admitted
to being attracted to her.  Her friend who already knew what it was like to
be with a woman.  All Rebecca needed to do was to invite her friend back to
the bedroom, and -

   -- and instead, she chickened out and just said, "Well, now, *that* just
might offend Elsa," and forced a laugh.

   The rest of the afternoon passed awkwardly.  They were both tense, and
ultimately for the same reason, even though neither knew it.  After Diane
left, Rebecca had a quiet dinner with Elsa, Chinese delivery, and then the
two of them sat together in the family room.  Their eyes roamed one
another's bodies shamelessly, and they flirted openly.  At one point, Elsa
was bending over to get a magazine from a table, and her khaki-covered ass
was right near Rebecca, round and tight and perfect, and the maid reached
out one hand, inches from making contact, but she got scared and didn't
make the move.

   A little while later, Elsa threw the door open and let the tension into
the room.  "Becky," she said, the first time anyone had called Rebecca that
since before she had been a teenager, "I need to be honest with you."

   "Yes?" the maid asked.

   "I'm very attracted to you."

   Rebecca blushed.  "Thank you," she said.

   "But you work for me, Becky, and there are all these laws about sexual
harassment and hostile work environments."

   "I don't think you're hostile."

   "What do you think I am?"

   Thump.  Thump.  Thump.  "I think you're very attractive, too."

   Elsa drew her legs up onto the couch and she leaned in towards her
auburn-haired maid.  Her gorgeous face was only inches away from Rebecca's.
Her mouth drew closer.  Her lips parted.  Rebecca's lips parted.  Her eyes
stared at the other mouth, with its perfectly formed lips and shiny white
teeth, and just a flash of tongue showing.  And then she felt the other
woman's breath on her mouth.  Could almost taste it.  And Elsa's mouth
opened a bit wider.  And Rebecca tilted her head, and slid her tongue
toward her lips.

   And then Elsa's cellphone went off.  And it was Jeff.  And he needed to
be picked up at the airport.  And Elsa had to leave.

   The rest of the evening was fitful and strained, and at about one in the
morning, when everyone was in bed, Rebecca pulled a robe on and went to
Kilo's room.  She woke the sixteen year-old with a kiss on the lips.  He
smiled at seeing her.  She opened her robe, exposing her breasts for him.
His hands came up without hesitation and started to caress her soft, satiny
flesh.

   "I need you, Kilo," she said.

   He pulled her into his bed and started to kiss her breasts, one hand
gliding between her thighs, feeling the moisture trickling down from above.

   She gasped and spread her legs a little, encouraging his hand to go
higher.  "I am so fucking horny," she told him.

   "I can tell," he said appreciatively.  "What's got you going?"

   Rebecca shivered with pleasure as two of his fingers found her bush and
then sank inside her slit, working her inner walls with deliberate care.

   "Honestly?"

   "Yeah, honestly, I know it's not me, so don't worry about pissing me
off," he said.  "I'm just glad I get to benefit from it."

   She laughed a low, sultry laugh, and inhaled sharply as her aching pussy
accepted a third finger.  She could feel her walls pulsing around the boy's
digits.

   "It's your mom," she said.  "I want your mom."

   "Fuck yeah," he grunted, finger-fucking her harder and faster.  "That's
hot shit."

   "Your mom is hot shit," Rebecca added, slipping the robe off her
shoulders and then clutching his head to her chest and thrusting against
his hand.

   "You're way hotter than she is," Kilo told her, pulling away so that he
could pull off the boxers and flannel pants he had been sleeping in.  "But
the thought of you and her together is like a fuckin porno.  Hot shit."

   Rebecca sat on his pillows, back against the headboard, legs spread as
wide as she could.  She pulled the naked young man to her in a rough
kneeling position, and held her lips open for his cock.  It was a difficult
position to fuck in, but it was highly erotic, and allowed his mouth to
really work over her tender breasts.  As they both were overcome by the
moment, she slowly slid down to her back, until the boy was fucking her in
a more traditional missionary position.  Rebecca bit down on her own
discarded robe to stop herself from making to much noise as their thrusting
got more violent and they each drew closer to the plateau.

   Kilo came first, filling her pussy with more cum than it could hold, but
he didn't miss a beat as he replaced his cock with four tightly compressed
fingers and brought his older lover the rest of the way to climax.

   They cuddled and kissed, and Rebecca actually fell asleep in the sixteen
year-old's bed, their naked bodies entwined, but fortunately she awoke
before anyone else in the house stirred, and was able to sneak back to her
room after giving the young man a goodbye kiss on the lips.

   Three tense evenings later, Rebecca was in a conservative cotton
nightgown in her bedroom, reading a book on her side chair.  It was late,
sometime around midnight.  And her door opened.  She looked up, expecting
to see Kilo.

   It was Elsa.

   She was wearing a black lacy nightgown which hid nothing of her breasts
except her nipples and very little of her pussy.  "Jeff is deep asleep,"
she said.  "And I am wide awake."

   Rebecca nodded tightly, set her book aside.  "I am, too."

   "I think my muscles are tense," Elsa said.  "Would you mind giving me a
little massage?"

   "Of course not, you're my boss," Rebecca said, rising even as the
sculpted blonde woman lay down on the bed, belly to the blankets.  "Is it
your neck?"

   "Start there."

   Rebecca knelt beside her prostrate boss and started to rub her neck and
shoulders.  Elsa's satisfied moans showed that she was doing a good job,
and the maid was eager to continue the massage.  She moved a bit lower on
the other woman's shoulder blades, her hands dipping inside the nightgown.
As she did, she bent over a little for a better angle, and smelled the
blonde's intensely erotic perfume.

   "You're a very beautiful woman," the maid said softly, feeling the other
woman's flesh under her hands like a direct charge of electricity.  "You
should have been a model, or a movie star."

   Elsa sighed with pleasure and smiled, her right cheek pressed into the
bed.  "I was a model for a while, but I was too shy to be actress."

   "You were shy?" Rebecca asked, surprised.  Her lower arms were now
inside the woman's lace nightie as she rubbed her mid-back and sides.  With
a bolt of arousal, she realized how close she was to feeling the boss's
breasts.

   "I still am, Becky, I still am." Her face was still a mask of pleasure,
and she purred from time to time as the auburn-haired maid's hands worked
her muscles with surprising expertise.  "Jeff wanted to set up a camera
once to videotape him and me making love, just for our own fun, but I was
too shy even for that."

   Rebecca smiled and rearranged herself so that she was now rubbing the
other woman's feet.  She looked up the length of the blonde's body, again
amazed the beauty of her figure.  "Elsa, I can't imagine how a woman could
ever be more beautiful than you."

   Elsa purred more loudly, and arched her back a little.  "Becky, if you
think you're any less beautiful than me, you're lying to yourself." She
drew her left leg up, causing the hem of her nightie to ride up, exposing
her upper thighs and the lips of her pussy.

   With no further consideration, some final barrier just melting away
inside her, Rebecca bent down and took Elsa's big toe into her mouth.  She
savored the taste of the other woman's soft flesh, silky smooth skin, and
delicate bone structure.  She ran her tongue around it in delighted
circles. She sucked the flavor gently in, and then with a great, contented
moan, slid her mouth over to the next toe.

   Elsa, for her part, was apparently unconcerned about being discovered,
for she let out a loud, piercing -- if short -- scream the moment the other
woman's soft, wet mouth enveloped her toe, and gave a small squeal of
childish delight with each subsequent suck or lick.  As her maid slowly,
painfully worked her way down Elsa's toes, the blonde woman's pleasure
remained constant.

   As the last pinky received its treatment, Rebecca laughed a little,
almost as pleased with herself for the pleasure she was delivering as she
was turned on and excited by the flesh of her lover.  She slowly pulled her
mouth off the toe, letting her tongue trail behind, and then she
considered. Elsa appeared poised, as if were about to roll over and take
her maid into an embrace, but Rebecca decided that she needed this first
experience with another woman to be as amazing as that woman herself.  So
she reached out, pressed on Elsa's lower back to keep her flat, and then
began to trail the tip of her tongue around the pattern in the soles of the
blonde's feet.

   "Oh god, Becky!" Elsa cried out.  "Becky!" she whimpered.  "Oh, Becky!"
she groaned.

   Elsa's ankles were a pleasant mouthful, and provided the perfect on-ramp
to the woman's amazing calves.  Rebecca was amazed at how sensual the flesh
of the calves was, so firm and so smooth, giving but not surrendering to
the pressure of her mouth.  Elsa was surprised by how sensitive the backs
of her knees were when the maid's mouth finally arrived there.  Her entire
body literally bucked with surprise at the sudden, highly erotic touch.

   Rebecca looked up from the knees, now so close to Elsa's heat that she
could not only smell it, but feel its closeness.  She hadn't really thought
about what it would be like to be so near to another woman's pussy.  It was
strange, but not unpleasant.  She slowly kissed her way up the tight backs
of Elsa's thighs, shivering inside as she got ever closer to the woman's
love.  Her breath was ragged.  Gone were the gentle, soft, teasing kisses.
Now she was kissing hard, practically sucking the other woman's flesh into
her own, leaving purple marks that Elsa's husband would be sure to see.

   She paused at the bass of Elsa's ass, nuzzling the soft flesh, and
gazing into her boss's exposed pussy lips.  "Elsa, your pussy is so
beautiful."

   "Becky," the other woman whispered tightly.

   Rebecca inhaled slowly through her nose, trying to get a feel for what
another woman smelled like.  To her surprise, it wasn't quite the same as
her own scent.  Elsa was a little spicier, if that made any sense.

   "You smell good, too," the maid said, knowing that she meant it.

   "Becky."

   The auburn haired woman gave the other's ass cheek a flurry of quick,
hard kisses and then said, "But it's not quite time yet."

   "Oh fuck, Becky," Elsa whimpered, sounded like she was in pain.  "Fuck,
fuck fuck."

   Ignoring the other woman's pleas, Rebecca rolled her over to her back,
took her hand and began to gently go down on her fingers, one by one,
mouth-fucking them like they were little, delicate cocks.  Elsa was beyond
control right now, and was humping against the air, tears in the corners of
her eyes.  It was obvious that she wanted to touch herself, but she was
fighting it, because she wanted Rebecca to have her way.

   Once each finger had been sexed up, things went more quickly, because
Rebecca was becoming aware of her own threshold.  She was starting to get
dizzy with arousal, and that would never do.  So she quickly slid her mouth
down Elsa's tanned, perfect right arm, pausing for a moment to flutter her
tongue in the sensitive flesh of the blonde's armpit, and then placed one
hand on either side of Elsa's neck and flung herself so she was straddling
the blonde's waist.  The intimacy of the position, so suddenly arrived at,
was startling to her, and she lost her composure for just a moment.  Then
she bent down, breasts pressing into breasts through light nightgown
material.  The sensation of soft woman flesh against soft woman flesh
brought a stuttering groan from Elsa, and a sharp cry of ecstasy from
Rebecca herself.  She then leaned in, mouth beside Elsa's cheeks touching.

   "Where would you like my mouth massage to continue?"

   "Oh, Becky, please, you know what I need."

   The thirty-six year-old maid reached with her tongue and licked the
other woman's ears.  "What do you need?" she asked in a whisper.

   "Oh fuck, Becky, please.  Please."

   "You need this?" Rebecca asked, finally moving in for a kiss.  Both of
their bodies reacted with small spasms of pre-climax when their mouths at
last made contact.  This was immediately deep, as if too starving, thirsty
women had reached an oasis.  Rebecca was amazed that she had ever kissed a
man, and knew she could never do so again.  Elsa's lips were so soft and
pliable, yet firm enough to do their own part.  Her tongue was graceful and
wet, her breath sweet.  Even her teeth were more delicate.  And the kiss,
wet and hard as it was, was more than mouths.  It was the joining of two
women, together, the mouths leading the faces, leading the throats, leading
their whole bodies into erotic union.

   Rebecca was overcome and suddenly growled loudly, sliding her mouth down
the other woman's throat to her chest, tongue and teeth making a wet, red
path where she went.  As if well-practiced, she ripped the shoulder strap
of Elsa's night frown like some romance novel stud, allowing her mouth
uninterrupted access to the woman's breast.

   "Yes, Becky, oh, yes, yes!" Elsa drew her legs up and arched her back as
her breasts were ravaged by the pretty auburn-haired woman.  "Oh fuck, oh
fuck."

   The maid wanted to spend more time with the other woman's beautiful
breast, fascinated by its soft flesh and its hard tip, but she knew her
lover had reached the limit.  She need to push her over the edge.  She slid
down until she was between Elsa's legs, and she kissed and sucked on her
inner thighs, working her way ever closer to the blonde's pussy, which
smelled stronger than before, and was visibly wetter, palpably hotter.

   "God damn, Becky!" Elsa screamed, reaching down and clawing the auburn
haired head at the same time as she thrust up with her hips.  She held
herself in the air by arching her back while she pressed the other woman
into her pussy.

   Rebecca let instinct drive as her face was pressed into another woman
for the first time.  She ran her nose up Elsa's slit to help in parting her
lips, and then she just dived in, extending her tongue as deeply as she
could.  The pussy tasted tart and tangy at first, then a little sweet, then
kind of bitter.  The very complexity of it encouraged her to taste it
again, and soon she was lapping her boss madly, her hands under the other
woman's ass to hold her in the air.  Elsa kept one hand pressing Rebecca's
head into her while the other one came up to massage her own exposed
breast.

   "Don't fuckin play around down there," Elsa pleased.  "Not right now. 
Please, Becky."

   The maid supposed that the easiest way to get her lover some much-needed
steam release was to go for her clit, so she did.  She started to flick her
tongue rapidly, repeatedly stabbing the woman's button with gentle wet
force.  Soon, Elsa was yelping, squeezing her thighs in on Rebecca's face,
and clawing repeatedly at her throat.

   Rebecca gave one noisy slurp on her clit, and suddenly it was over. 
Elsa's whole body convulsed repeatedly, as if in a seizure, and before
there was any time for Rebecca to consider her next move, the blond had
thrown her maid to the bed, and was up on her knees, pulling her nightie
off.

   "My god, Becky," the gorgeous woman said, massaging her breasts as she
looked at her lover.  "My god."

   Elsa kissed her maid's mouth, tasting her own pussy on the other woman's
breath.  As she did so, she felt Rebecca's hands come up to gently caress
the silky skin of her hanging breasts.  She ran her own hand up inside
Rebecca's nightgown, between her thighs, until she was pressing into
soaking wet, steaming hot cotton panties.

   "You don't know," Elsa said, kissing the other woman even as they
fondled each other.  "You have no idea what you just did for me."

   "I think I can guess," the thirty-six year-old said with a sound
somewhere between a moan and a laugh.

   "Stand up," Elsa commanded softly.

   Assuming that the other woman was going to pull off her cotton nightgown
for her, Rebecca smiled and stood on the bed.  But Elsa didn't pull the
nightie off.  Instead she got on her knees and crept up inside the
nightgown and began to cover the maid's panties with wet, probing kisses.
Elsa used her hands on the other woman's ass to hold her up as she moved
from kissing to sucking.  In a matter of only moments, one of those hands
had moved around and tugged the panties down to mid-thigh.  Rebecca could
no longer stand straight, and was struggling to maintain her balance, even
with the beautiful woman's support, but Elsa didn't budge.  She remained
buried inside the nightgown, slowly, delightedly running her lips and
tongue up and down the auburn haired woman's outer cunt lips.

   "God, Elsa." It was Rebecca's turn to plead.

   The blonde woman hummed into the pussy.  and moved to the woman's
delicate inner folds.  There was no aggressive tongue-stabbing.  Just a
gentle, slow savoring of the flesh, as if it were fragile and about to
melt. And it drove Rebecca up the wall.

   And it was all it took.

   After a few torturous minutes of this painstaking attention, she
shuddered and gave out an uninhibited scream, and came with a quick but
violent convulsion, in which she jerked her hips towards her lover and then
collapsed on top of her.

   What followed was violent, too, but a quiet violence.  The two women
moved into an embrace and kissed, still hungrily and deeply, but more
softly.  Their hands caressed each other and explored one another's curves
with delight, but with patience.  Somehow, amidst that, they managed to get
Rebecca's clothing off.  Then, once they were both totally naked, Elsa
whispered, "I want to spend the night."

   Rebecca smiled and turned out the lights, and they slipped under the
sheets, knowing full well they weren't close to sleeping yet.  As their
arousal continued to build back up, each woman fought for access to the
other's breasts, and soon they were wrestling in the dark, entirely under
the sheets, until Rebecca finally won out, using light force to pin her
lover down so that she could suck on the other woman's tits.

   "God, now I know when men are obsessed with these things."

   "That's not all they like," Elsa giggled, slipping two fingers inside
the other woman.  In a matter of seconds, they were kissing again, each
finger-fucking the other, their breasts pressed against one another.

   "And to think," Rebecca said, kissing the other woman's cheek, "I would
have missed all this if you didn't have an arrangement with Jeff to allow
you to be bi."

   Elsa pulled the maid's mouth up for a kiss and said, her fingers now
swirling about inside the wetness of her lover's cavern, "What do you mean?
I've never been with a woman before, and if Jeff finds out about this,
he'll kill me."

   Rebecca was confused, but didn't allow that to distracted her from
thumbing her boss's clit.  "Then why did you insist I become a live-in?"

   Elsa withdrew her fingers, sucked the other woman's juices for a moment,
and then moved into a sideways 69.  Saying before she dived in, "I didn't,
Libby did.  But fuck if I'm not glad she did."

   The two women eventually fell asleep, around four in the morning.  They
awoke together a couple of hours later, tangled up in the sheets on the
floor by the bed.  The nightstand was toppled on its side, a drinking glass
spilled and a flower vase broken.  Their bodies were covered in lovemarks,
their faces still red, their pussies raw.

   "How are you going to stop Jeff from finding out," Rebecca asked, as
they untangled themselves and started to try and approach the new day.

   Elsa smiled and shrugged.  "If I suck some cock for a few days I can
probably stay mostly dressed around him."

   "You'll need some cover-up for that throat."

   The blonde laughed.  "Mind if I shower and get dressed here?  I'll just
tell Jeff we stayed up all night playing cards or something."

   The two women showered together, finding it difficult to resist turning
it into another love-making session.  They settled for a good long bit of
kissing and caressing under the hot, steaming water, before getting out and
getting dressed.

   It was hard for Rebecca to reconcile what Libby and Elsa had each told
her about why she was here.  But then, late that morning, when she was
cleaning Libby's room, she realized what she had been missing.  The posters
on Libby's wall were all of female celebrities.  The pictures on her
dresser were of her and another girl, or another girl alone.  Libby, the
thin, blonde seventeen year-old, was a lesbian.

   Rebecca wondered if Elsa knew.  More than that, she wondered if she
would get to be with Elsa again soon.  She was sure they'd have another
chance sometime, but she hoped it would be soon.  Last night was like a
revelation to her.

   When Kilo got home from school, he found her alone in the kitchen, and
he came up behind her, running his hands along the contours of her tight,
shapely ass.  "How's it goin', babe?" he asked.

   She turned and looked at him, and it was like a light went out in his
face.  And she knew why.  There was less than no desire in her eyes for
him. There wasn't even any sexual tension.  There always had been, even
before they'd had sex, and even more after that.  Now, all at once, there
was nothing.

   "I'm sorry, Kilo," she said softly in response to the unspoken
realization they had both shared.

   The young man forced a smile.  "You get a chance to fool around with mom
last night?"

   "Kilo."

   The kid shrugged half-heartedly.  "Hey, it's alright, you got yourself
awakened to how great it is to sleep with a woman.  No arguments from me
about that."

   "Kilo."

   He shook his head.  "It's okay."

   And he left.  And only a few moments later, Libby came in.  The girl saw
the maid, and froze.  "Hi," she said.

   She'd always seemed awkward, and now Rebecca was starting to think she
knew why.  The girl had a crush on her.  "How's your girlfriend?" the maid
asked casually.

   "I don't have a girlfriend," Libby said.  "Not like you mean."

   "Who's the girl in your pictures then?"

   "This girl I know.  She's a bitch, though, I can't stand her."

   "You still have her pictures up, though."

   "Yeah, well, she's cute, okay."

   Rebecca smiled.  "Yeah, she is."

   Libby narrowed her eyes.  "You think so?"

   "I'm not blind."

   "Yeah, but a lot of girls who aren't blind don't think other girls are
cute."

   Rebecca smiled.  "Silly them."

   "Yeah," Libby agreed with a crooked smile on her lips and a wary look in
her eyes.  "Silly them." She grabbed a coke can from the fridge and said,
"See ya later."

   And much to Rebecca's surprise, the maid realized she was watching the
girl leave.  She didn't just see her go, she watched her.  She watched the
moment of her hips and ass inside her tight jeans.  Watched the sway at her
waist, the erect posture of her shoulders, the constrained grace of her
legs.  The way her upper body flowed into her lower, like a piece of glass
art.  The way her highlighted hair fell over her shoulders.

   And much to Rebecca's embarrassment, Libby looked back and saw that she
was being watched.  She smiled again, and this time the wariness in her
eyes was replaced with something closer to anticipation.  And then she
continued on.

   Over the next few days, Rebecca and Elsa only managed a few dalliances
where they could do little more than keep the pressure from reaching
explosive levels by kissing and embracing in hidden corners of the house.
Their next chance for a true rendezvous came one morning when Elsa was
staying behind in the morning after everyone else had left.

   She found Rebecca in uniform, cleaning Libby's room.  The days of denial
had been too much, and she didn't even waste time saying hello before she
had her maid locked up in an embrace, kissing her mouth, her cheeks, her
eyes, her throat.

   "I've been going insane without you," the beautiful blonde woman panted.

   "Me too," Rebecca said, not mentioning that she had moments ago been
poking through her boss's daughter's panty drawer like a curious teenage
boy.

   Elsa flung Rebecca to her daughter's bed and began pulling off her own
clothes.  "Giving my husband blow jobs has been like sucking on milk
bottles." Down to her bra and panties, she knelt and ripped open her maid's
white blouse.  "Men's bodies are dead to me." She flipped the other woman's
bra cups up, allowing access to her deep red nipples, one of which hardened
quickly in her mouth, and the other of which hardened just as quickly under
soft swirls of her thumb.  "But your body is like a treasure chest."

   Rebecca lay back and received Elsa's love, even as she realized that her
head was laying on Libby's pajamas from the night before.  This idea
excited her unaccountably, and before she knew it, she was pulling her
skirt's waistband down and going at her own clit with two hands while Elsa
held her lips apart and tasted every inch possible of the maid's inner
walls.  Closer.  Closer.  Pulses became throbs became twinges as Rebecca
grew incrementally closer as her gorgeous boss at her pussy.

   And then there was noise.  The door.  The front door.  Jeff was back. 
He'd forgotten something.  Elsa had to abandon her lover and hurriedly pull
on clothes to go meet her husband in the house.

   Rebecca, stranded on the precipice, was panting and flushed.  And she
looked at the pictures of Libby and her friend the bitch.  And she stared
at Libby's pretty face and decided she wasn't going to linger on the
precipice.  Her two hands returned to her pussy.  And as she stared into
Libby's green eyes in the photograph, she got closer again.  Closer.  And
her eyes moved to the girl's mouth.  And she burst, sudden wetness
spreading between her thighs as her body was racked by an unusually intense
orgasm.

   Panicking, she pulled her clothes on as best as possible, then ran to
her room to find a new blouse and pull herself together.

   That afternoon, when the kids got home from school, Libby found Rebecca
in the kitchen again.  She struck a pose, leaning against the counter.  Her
hips were cocked, her ass bass, her chest a bit forward, her head at angle
with her blonde-streaked light-brown hair half-veiling her face.  Rebecca
wondered if the teen knew how hyper-sexual that pose was for someone with
her lithe figure.

   "Thanks for changing my sheets today," Libby said, her face
expressionless.

   "You're welcome," the maid acknowledged.

   "I started to lay down and take a nap," the girl continued.  "But I
couldn't."

   "Why not?"

   "There's a, I don't know how to describe it, like a scent in my bed
that's driving me mad."

   "What do you mean?"

   A slight smile touched the corner of her lips, which also managed to
pout somehow.  She whispered.  "It's making me too horny."

   Rebecca blushed.  "Did you spill some perfume or something?" she asked.

   "It's not that kind of scent," the sixteen year-old year, laughing, and
then surrendering her pose.  She came up close to the older woman.  "It's
much better," she said, looking into the other woman's eyes.

   "Ever smelled anything like it before?" Rebecca asked, trying to look
into the girl's face, not at her breasts, which were too swollen for her
thinness and which were also heaving absurdly with her breath.

   "Close, but not this good," the girl answered, bobbing her eyebrows.

   "Too bad."

   "You know what they say," Libby said archly, "follow your nose to make
your taste buds happy."

   Rebecca cleared her throat.  Their eyes made contact, and she couldn't
break it.  "More than twice your age, hon," she said softly, being as
unspecific as possible, to allow herself an out.

   Libby's lips parted and showed the tip of her tongue.  "Not even half
your age, hon." When she said it, she made it sound like a treat, not a
problem.

   "Libby..."

   The girl smiled and said, quietly but matter of factly, "When I wear
bluejeans like these, I never wear underwear."

   And then she moved away, pausing at the door to face back toward
Rebecca, and tug the waistband of her jeans outward from her lean curves
and make a suggestive expression with her eyes.  And then she was gone.

   That same evening, after supper, everyone was in the den watching TV,
including Rebecca once she was off-duty.  She sat on the couch between Elsa
and Libby and felt such a charge within her body she thought she might
orgasm just sitting there.  Jeff sat in an arm chair, eyes on the TV.  Kilo
sat in another arm chair, eyes on the maid he had known intimately. 
Rebecca had changed clothes and now was wearing not her uniform but a
sweater and jeans.  She said to Libby, "Still wearing Jeans, I see."

   Libby smiled craftily, and said, "As ever."

   Rebecca ran her hands over her own thighs, as casually as possible. 
"Same here."

   "Same?"

   "Same."

   "Interesting."

   "You bet," the maid confirmed.

   Thump.  Thump.  Thump.

   It took all of Rebecca's might not to shudder.  Her attention was all on
Libby, but she was also keenly aware of Kilo's constant glances at her, and
then she felt Elsa's hand sneaking down the waistband of her jeans,
brushing her naked as cheeks.

   She would not be able to handle this.  "I forgot to Febreeze your bed,
Libby!" She smacked her own forehead like she'd been an idiot.  "I'll be
back, guys, but if I don't do this now, I'll forget it altogether."

   She gave Elsa ample chance to remove her fingers, and then rose and
left. She went to Libby's room, closed the door behind her, leaned against
the wall, and struggled to gather herself.  Her heart was racing.  Her
breath ragged.  And then the door opened.  And shut.  It was Libby.

   The girl locked the door behind them and sidled up against the older
woman.  "You look really great in those jeans," she said, leaning into the
maid.  "You have such a fantastic figure."

   Rebecca just blushed and wrapped an arm around the young woman.

   "I'll bet you look even better inside the jeans," Libby purred, laying
her cheek on the woman's chest and sliding a hand inside the front of her
waistband, slipping her fingers into the dark curls of the maids bush.

   "Libby, we shouldn't do this."

   The girl reached deeper, petting Rebecca slowly.  "Why not?"

   At the moment Rebecca couldn't come up with a good answer.  She just
stammered, and put her hand on the girl's shapely ass.  "Because," she
said.

   "Because why?" Libby asked with a smile, sinking her middle finger into
the older woman's crease.

   "Because you're too fucking hot for me," Rebecca gushed suddenly,
shuddering and pulling the seventeen year-old into a tight-embrace,
covering her mouth with a flurry of rapid kisses.

   Libby cooed and squealed, and then said, "I'm so dirty, I need my maid
to take care of me."

   Rebecca burst out laughing, but even as she did, the two found their way
to the teen's bed, where they rolled around, kissing and groping until
finally they'd had enough foreplay, and decided to get a little further. 
They kick off shoes and then took off their jeans.  Neither wore panties.
Libby was shaved clean.

   "God you're so sexy," Rebecca said, reaching down and stroking the
girl's hairless pussy.

   "I was just thinking the same thing," Libby said, closing her eyes and
leaning in close for a kiss.

   Rebecca was sitting upright on the bed, and Libby crawled onto her lap,
throwing her naked legs around the older woman's waist as they kissed and
petted.  And then Libby slid one leg under the maid, bringing their pussies
into direct contact.

   "You ever done it this way with a girl?" Libby asked, pulling her shirt
off over her head, and then flipping off her bra with what was obviously a
practiced expertise.

   "No," Rebecca admitted, grinding her pussy into the girl's as she tugged
off her own sweater and then removed her bra.

   Libby snuggled in closer and they resumed kissing, their breasts dancing
tighter as their pussies slid and pressed and grinded as best they could.
"This makes it really last," she said.

   Rebecca hummed her pleasure at the thought of making this last as she
reached behind the teen and caressed her ass.  "You're so amazing," the
maid said.  "You're going to be more beautiful than your mother."

   "You already are more beautiful than my mother," the girl told her.

   "Fuck, can we make it last later?  I want your pussy."

   Libby laughed and threw herself onto her back, reaching down and
spreading her own lips.  She was definitely experienced in bed.  Rebecca
wasn't about to waste time thinking about whether that was good or bad. 
The thirty-six year-old just got on all fours between the teen's legs and
spread her tongue for a series of slow, soft kisses.

   Libby purred, Rebecca hummed, and they worked together for a perfect
rhythm.  Libby moved her body in a wave-like motion under the older woman's
mouth, while Rebecca used the curve of her tongue and a move of her head to
drive her tongue through the girl's pussy, from root to clit.  Each time
she hit the girl's clit, Libby would yelp sharply.  Every so often they
would speedup in unison, as if orchestrated, the gyrations, licks, and
yelps all coming more quickly.

   The approach of the seventeen year-old's climax was signaled by a
growling deep in her throat and a roughening of her breathing, as well as a
reduction in the control of her movements.

   "Don't stop," she pleaded, screwing her face up in concentration. 
"Don't you fucking stop until you get me off, bitch."

   Rebecca, thrilled by the dirty talk, which to her was a recognition by
this lithe, sexy teen that the thirty-six year-old was a viable sexual
being, buried her face in the girl's pussy, reached up to gently pull back
her hood, and then wrapped her lips around her clit, alternating sucks and
slurps.

   Libby gave a rapid-fire burst of yelps, and then said, "Fuckin look out,
slut!" and pushed Rebecca's face away, just as she arched her back and let
fly a stream of juice like the older woman had never seen before.  The
long, steady squirt splashed right into Rebecca's face, but she didn't
move. She took it.

   "Oh yeah, whore," Libby said, humping in the air and stroking her own
clit as she looked at the naked thirty-six year-old between her legs.  In
an instant she was cumming again, squirting another time, all over the
maid. "Take it, slut, take it." She didn't stop frigging herself and hit a
third release almost right away.  "Yeah, bitch, yeah!"

   When that orgasm had passed, she lunged at the auburn-haired woman, and
started kissing her face, lapping up her own juices.

   "You little slut," Rebecca gasped, running her hands all over the sexy
young woman's body.  "You're so sexy."

   Libby licked the circumference of the maid's face, and then pressed the
back of her tongue against Rebecca's right eye, then slowly trailing it
over her noce, mouth, chin, down her throat, down her chest, over the swell
of her breast, all the way to her hard nipple.

   "Mm, yeah, time to nurse your little slut," Libby hummed, flicking her
tongue across the nipple and then taking it into her mouth.  She suckled
hard, as if she really were nursing, like many men tried to do, but the
force of her tongue was softer, and she used her lips to massage the maid's
aureole and used her hands to gently massage the rest of the breast.

   "Oh, god, little girl," Rebecca groaned, closing her eyes and playing
with her other breast.

   "You wanna squirt, whore momma?" Libby asked, running her tongue in lewd
spirals around the tip of the older woman's breast.

   "I don't squirt when I cum."

   "Then you never came right," Libby said with a sly smile.  She slid down
between the older woman's legs and looked up at here.  "You're gonna squirt
all over my pretty little face."

   With her left hand she reached up and caressed Rebecca's stomach,
abdomen and sides.  She slid two fingers from her other hand inside the
maid's pussy and began kissing the delicate skin here her inner thighs met
her pubic mound.

   "Get ready," Libby warned her.  "You're gonna squirt like a whore."

   Rebecca stared at the teen between her legs, turned on, curious, and a
bit frightened at the same time.  Suddenly she felt the two finger inside
her press up against the under side of her pubic bone and she screamed
loudly, hunching up into a sitting position.

   "What the fuck?" she cried out.  "What the fuck was that?"

   "That's called sex," Libby purred, sucking the older woman's inner thigh
and fingering her faster.  Her other hand came to rest on her abdomen. 
Then, without warning, she started to stroke the spot under Rebecca's pubic
bone repeatedly and to apply slight pressure on the woman's abdomen.

   "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Rebecca swore repeatedly.  "Fuck." Then
she started to tremble.  "Oh, fuck." She felt like she was about to fall
off a building.  "Oh fuck, stop, please, stop!" she begged.

   Libby didn't stop.  She went faster and applied a little more pressure.

   "God damnit, I can't take this anymore!" Rebecca said, squirming, trying
to back away.

   Then, deep inside her, she felt Libby's finger swoop in an arc across
that spot, felt a sharper pressure against her abs, and then she felt a
rush inside her, and she exploded with such force that her head was flung
backwards.  Dizzy, breathless, Rebecca slowly lifted herself up and looked
down to seen the seventeen year-old's face, smiling, dripping wet.  "Do it
again!  Do it again!" she begged.

   And Libby did.  And then again.  And then the two were on the floor,
kissing and clawing at each other's bodies.  Desire grew, not passed with
every orgasm.

   And then there was a knock on the door.  The two grabbed as much
clothing as they could, and crawled into Libby's closet, pulling the door
shut.  They heard someone unlock the door, come in, look around.

   Whoever it was left.

   Within the closet, the proximity, close air, and heat of their bodies
was all the added incentive the two lovers leaded.  Libby thumb-fucked the
older woman while her right hand clawed at the maid's face as they kissed.
Rebecca held three fingers inside the teen's cunt, wiggling each in a
different pattern.

   Neither knew how long they were making love in the closet when the door
opened.  It was Kilo.  He was naked, hard, and fisting himself.  "You guys
aren't that clever," he said.

   "You little prick!" Libby snarled.

   "Kilo, get out of here," Rebecca insisted.

   "Yeah, right, which of you is going to tell mom and dad that I need
punished 'cause I interrupted you doing the dyke nasty?"

   Rebecca bit her lip.  "Kilo, I'll suck you off tomorrow, if you just
leave."

   "No good," he said, still fisting himself.  "I already know you don't
like cocks anymore.  I might as well beat off."

   Libby looked sideways at the maid and said, "I like cocks, Kilo."

   "Yeah, right, you're my sister."

   She crawled towards him.  "I'm also a slut," she said, forcing herself
to moan.  "And you're kinda hot for a brother."

   The boy took his hand off his erection.  "You gonna suck me off?"

   "Oh yeah," she moaned with false enthusiasm.  She trusted that her
brother wouldn't know the difference.

   He looked scared, as if uncertain he wanted his sister's mouth on him,
but he was clearly aroused by his sister making love to an older woman, so
he didn't have a full incest taboo.  And sex won out.  He reached out,
grabbed the back of her head, and slid himself in her mouth.  It was more
him thrusting between her lips than her sucking him off, but he didn't
care, and it hardly took any time at all before he came.  His semen spilled
out of the corners of his sister's mouth, and she spit the rest out onto
her carpet.

   She purred.  "Very nice," she said.

   Still not sure what he was supposed to think, Kilo stuffed himself back
into his pants and left.  Libby sat back against her bed.  "Wanna come back
out and play?" she asked.

   Rebecca smiled.  The mood was broken, but with this girl, she knew it
could come back quickly.  "Do you think it's safe?"

   "He won't tell."

   "But if he heard, won't they?"

   Libby shook her head.  "But even if they do, they won't come in.  Dad
would be afraid to find out that his little girl was a little slut, and Mom
would be afraid to find out that her lover was also her daughter's lover."

   "You know about that?"

   "I arranged it, didn't I?" Libby said with a smile.

   "I suppose -- but why?"

   "I figured it would be easier to get you to look at a woman your own age
and then divert your attention to me, rather than give you two hurdles to
jump at once."

   Rebecca sat beside her, embraced her, and gave her a soft kiss.  "Good
plan."

   "So did my stupid brother kill the mood?"

   The maid didn't answer.  Instead she asked.  "You really like cocks?"

   "No," the girl said with a laugh.  "I've been a lesbian all my life."

   Rebecca smiled.  "Well, let me show you the one thing I still appreciate
about cocks." She got on all fours and then lowered her mouth toward the
cum on the carpet, and licked it up.  She then turned towards Libby, pulled
her into a kiss, and shared the sticky goo with her in a slow, sloppy kiss.

   After they both eventually swallowed, Libby grinned.  "Fuck yeah, that's
hot."

   "Fuck yeah," Rebecca grinned, kissing her again, sucking on her upper
lip.  "I would do a man anytime if I got to share cum with you."

   "You really are a whore, aren't you?" Libby asked with a laugh, as the
older woman began to kiss her young tits, and they sank down to the floor.

   "I suppose I am," the auburn-haired woman agreed.

   The two didn't part for at least another hour.  At that point, Libby
just stayed in her room and went to bed.  Rebecca showered, changed into
fleece lounge wear, and returned to the family room, where Jeff and Elsa
were watching the news.  On her way she passed Kilo's room.  She peaked in
and saw him beating off a red, swollen cock, slathered in Vaseline.  She
chuckled and left him alone.

   "What'cha been up to?" Jeff asked.

   "Libby needed to talk," she said casually, sitting in one of the arm
chairs.  The couple sat together on the couch.  "She had a problem with a
girl at school."

   "She feeling better?"

   "She feels great," Rebecca said, chuckling at her own innuendo.

   When the news was over, the couple invited her to stay with them while
they watched a pay-per-view.  She agreed, but then regretted it.  Porn. 
Who rents a porn and invites their maid to stay?

   "Um, I should probably go," she said, as the opening credits rolled.

   "Relax, it's just for fun," Elsa assured her.

   Elsa remained in her chair and watched.  It looked like a standard
babysitter porn.  A young blonde in a kitchen, a man in a suit, some
fellatio, and then she was bent over a table, taking it from behind.  She
glanced at the other two.  Jeff was visibly hard, Elsa curled up against
him, rubbing her thighs together.

   Then the porn changed-up a little.  The wife came home.  Rebecca
anticipated a threesome with the man and the babysitter.  But, no, instead,
the wife kicked the husband out of the house, and then paid the babysitter
and kicked her out.  Not sure where this was going, the maid saw that Elsa
now had one hand tucked between tightly squeezed thighs and the other
resting on her husband's pants-stretching erection.

   Then she knew.

   The wife in the porno went upstairs, and pulled the household maid into
her bedroom.  The two began to make love.

   "I know about you and Elsa," Jeff said suddenly.

   Rebecca looked at him, scared.

   On the screen, the husband walked back in the house and then found his
wife dildoing the fuck out of their maid.

   "I wanted you to know that you're fired," Jeff went on, unzipping his
pants and exposing his heated erection to his wife's gentle fingers.

   "I'm sorry, hon," Elsa said, looking at her maid with what appeared to
be sincere regret.

   In the film, the man was receiving a blowjob from his wife, who was
beating eaten from behind by the maid.

   "You can stay the night," Jeff said, grunting as his wife took the tip
of his cock into her mouth.  "But you've gotta leave in the morning."

   The TV showed the wife and the maid double-licking the man's cock until
it exploded in their faces and then each took as much in their mouths as
they could and then swapped cum before falling together into a 69.  The man
took advantage of their passion by taking the maid's ass.

   "And," Jeff said, staring at the screen while reaching down to pull up
his wife's skirt as she went slowly up and down on his cock with her tight
lips, "if you want to have a little goodbye party, you're welcome to."

   So that was the idea.  Rebecca watched as Elsa mouthed her husband.  Her
skirt had been hiked up to her waist.  She was wearing pantyhose, and the
maid could see her pussy lips pressing against the nylon fabric.  Elsa
pulled off her husband and looked over her shoulder, saliva pouring out of
her mouth.  "Please, Becky," she asked, "one last time."

   She smiled and then went back to her husband's cock.  He humped against
her mouth and winked at Rebecca.  "There's plenty of both of us to go
around," he said.

   "No thanks," the auburn-haired maid said tightly, rising and leaving.

   "Your loss, bitch," Jeff laughed.  It wasn't sexy when he said it.

   "Bye, Becky, I'll miss you."

   Stirred by anger, Rebecca felt like she no longer had any reason to
restrain herself.  She rushed to Libby's room, found the girl asleep,
clutching the maid's jeans like a stuffed animal.  The thirty-six year-old
woke the teen with a kiss on the lips and stared into her eyes.  "I have to
go in the morning," she said.  "I've been fired."

   "Want to say a proper goodbye?" Libby asked.

   "Have anything in mind?"

   "Wanna wake up together in bed in the morning?"

   "Yes."

   "Wanna have a little fun before then."

   "Hell yes."

   Libby smiled and pulled the older woman down into a kiss.  "Whore."

   Rebecca smiled and returned the kiss.  "Slut."

   They made love until the middle of the night, and eventually drifted off
to sleep.  They were awoken by a furious Jeff, who found them naked in bed,
their bodies entangled around one of his daughter's teddy bears.

   Naturally, this catastrophe meant not only Rebecca's loss of employment
at their household, but the end of her career as a Happy Housemaid.  For
the first few weeks she flitted around between relatives, and then she
ended up at Diane's house.  It was the first time they'd seen each other
since Rebecca's lesbian epiphany.  The tension between the two was even
stronger than before.

   "So how'd you lose your job?" Diane asked at breakfast.  Her husband and
son were gone.  The two women were at the kitchen table finishing their
coffee in their robes.  "Must've been dramatic, because you still seem
pretty shaken up."

   "It was a bunch of personal BS," Rebecca said.

   "Personal covers a lot of stuff," Diane pointed out.  "Personality
conflict.  Theft accusations.  Sexual stuff." Seeing a slight reaction. 
"Ah, sexual stuff."

   Rebecca sighed.  "OK, yeah."

   "You do dad?"

   "No!"

   "You do son?"

   Rebecca grimaced.  "Yeah."

   "More than once, I see."

   "Yeah."

   "And that's not all is it..." Diane's eyes widened.  "Did you do mom?"

   Rebecca stared into her coffee and did answer.

   "And daughter?"

   Rebecca still said nothing, looked at nothing.

   "Wow..." Diane sounded impressed.  "You really have broadened your
horizons."

   "I'm sorry," Rebecca said softly, quietly.

   "What?"

   "I'm sorry."

   "Sorry for what?"

   Rebecca slowly lifted her eyes and made reluctant eye contact, the
corner of her mouth turned down.  "You know."

   Diane shook her head.  "No, I don't know."

   The auburn-haired woman licked her lips.  "It should have been you."

   "What?"

   "You should have been my first."

   Thump.  Thump.

   Rebecca went on.  "It was just the flush of crazy sex for them, breaking
the rules with the hot maid." Thump.  Thump.  Direct eye contact.  "I
should have waited for you."

   "You didn't need to wait." Thump.  Thump.

   "I know." Thump thump.  Thump thump.

   "I've been yours for a long time, hon."

   Thump thump.  Thump thump.  Rebecca noticed that the other woman's robe
hung a little open at her chest, exposing some cleavage.  "I wish I could
take it back."

   Diane smiled.  "Hon, I wish I could take my first time back."

   "I thought you liked it?"

   "Yeah, but it wasn't you." Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump.

   "Do you have plans for today?"

   "What do you have in mind?"

   "Right now," Rebecca said, "I would kind of like to reach over and peel
that robe off you and dive into your luscious body."

   Diane cocked an eyebrow.  "You *have* broadened your horizons." She
smiled.  "How about instead we go our separate ways, get dressed, and then
go on a morning date, have some lunch, and then come back here for desert?"

   Rebecca sighed.  "I suppose that would be a better way to start." She
returned the smile finally.  "Okay, it's a date."

   They went to their rooms.  Rebecca stripped down and brushed out her
hair when suddenly she felt a pair of hands on her hips.  She gasped, but
did not turn around.  The touch was gentle, comfortable.  But exciting at
the same time.

   "I decided I couldn't wait," Diane said behind her.  Her hands slid
forward, pulling her friend back into her.  Rebecca could feel the other
woman's pussy, slightly warm, slightly damp, against her ass.  She could
feel her breasts against her back, soft mounds of flesh with pointy tips
pressing into her delicate skin.  And then Diane wrapped her arms around
the other woman's stomach, embracing her and cover the back of her neck in
soft, warm kisses.  "I've been waiting for this for a long time," she said.

   Rebecca said nothing, just melted back into her friends arms, finding
the enveloping softness of Diane more sensual, more loving than either of
the two women she had been with at this point, sexy and gorgeous as they
might have been.

   Diane kissed along her shoulders, her arms still crossed over Rebecca's
stomach.  "I made myself a pledge," she said kissing the other's upper arm.
"Whenever times are tough with David, I tell myself, stick with it." She
was kissing the other woman's neck, the side of her throat.  The kisses
were slower, wetter, than before.  "I'll only leave David, I tell myself,
for Rebecca."

   The auburn-haired woman sighed and rolled her head back, accepting her
long-time friend's kissed lower on her throat.  "Neither of us has a job,"
she said with some regret in her voice.  She drew Diane's hands up to her
breasts.  The blonde's touch was light, a little reverent and a little
curious.

   Diane laughed a little and turned her friend around to kiss her on the
mouth.  Their breasts played against each other at an angle as their lips
and tongues danced gently and their hands caressed each other's hips and
backsides.

   "Is that a yes or a no?" Diane asked, sucking a little on her friends
earlobes.

   "What was the question?" Rebecca asked, her hands stroking up and down
on her friend's perfect ass checks with increasing rapidity.

   Diane dipped her mouth down and kissed her friend's chest, then slid
around her body, kissing between her shoulder blades, down her spine,
sucking on her lumbar curve.  "The question," she said, running her tongue
in random patterns around her friend's tight, rough ass, then settling in
for one long, hard kiss that left a love mark, "is if I divorce David, will
you go with me to someplace where we can get married?"

   Rebecca gasped loudly as her friend's mouth continued to make wet love
to her ass cheeks, and her friend's fingers to reach between her legs
around to the front to caress her dampening pussy.  "Say again?" she asked,
trembling.

   "Will you marry me?" Diane asked more simply, slithering between her
friends legs until she was sitting between them, looking up at her
delicious cunt.  She finished her question by straining upward and
engulfing Rebecca's pussy lips in her mouth.

   "Oh yes, god yes, Diane," Rebecca said, shaking.  "I'll marry you."

   Diane slithered her way the rest of the way through the other woman's
legs, then stood up, embracing her again and kissing her lips.  "I've been
in love with you for a long time," she said.

   Rebecca, tears in the corners of her eyes, returned the kiss.  "I think
I've been in love with you too, just afraid to admit it to myself."

   "You're not afraid anymore?"

   As her answer, Rebecca smiled, and sunk to her knees.  She placed a few
kisses on her friend's pussy and then lay a hand on Diane's abdomen.  She
looked up and asked.  "Wanna squirt?"



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