The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, joins the neighborhood mate-traders.
Angie Loring is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
HOT BED MAID-a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Angie Loring glanced out the sliding glass doors and got the shock of her life. The slim young blonde stood there blushing, her mouth hanging open. She just didn't know that people did things like that.
Her new employers, Nicole and Brad Manning, appeared to be fucking in the swimming pool.
Angie finally got control of herself and backed away from the doors. She leaned against the wall and tried to think what to do. Mrs. Manning had ordered her to bring cocktails to the pool, but how could she do that when the Mannings had no clothes on?
Just two days ago Angie had been hired as the Mannings' maid. It was the first paying job she'd ever had, and she didn't know much about a maid's duties. In fact she was surprised that she'd been hired, since she had no experience at all. But the Mannings had seemed sure they wanted her.
"You'll do just fine for us, Angie," Nicole had said. "We'll train you. Some of our habits may take some getting used to, but you'll learn."
Angie wasn't so sure about that. She didn't think she could ever learn to serve naked people, let alone a couple making out right before her eyes. On the other hand, she needed this job desperately. She had to support herself now that Carl was dead.
Carl Loring, a man old enough to be Angie's father, had married her when she was only a teenager. He refused to let her work outside the home, and she'd become very dependent on him. Now he was dead of a sudden heart attack, and Angie had to learn to take care of herself.
She was still very young, in her early twenties, and she had no job skills at all. She'd grabbed the position with the Mannings because it paid well and it seemed like something she could learn to do. But now she'd come up against a situation she didn't know how to handle.
"Angie," Brad called, "where are our drinks?"
"Coming, Mr. Manning," Angie called back, hoping her voice didn't betray her nervousness.
She picked up her tray, which held two long-stemmed glasses and a pitcher of martinis, and walked out onto the patio. The Mannings were naked, all right, and they didn't seem a bit embarrassed about it. They stood in waist-deep water smiling at Angie as she carried the tray over to them and set it down. She couldn't help blushing.
She couldn't help peeking, either. She glanced at Nicole's ripe thrusting tits and felt a little envious. Nicole had such a fantastic body, tall and trim and curved in all the right places. In her late twenties, she was a real beauty, with rich dark hair that fell to her waist.
Then Angie sneaked a glance through the clear water at Brad's cock. She was ashamed of herself, but she just couldn't resist looking. The only cock she'd ever seen before was Carl's. But she really couldn't see much in the blur of water.
Brad was around thirty, magnificently built and very sexy. He had brown curly hair, electric blue eyes, and a devastating grin. He and Nicole looked like a movie star couple, Angie thought, and they were almost as rich as movie stars, thanks to Brad's job at the stock market.
"Thank you, Angie," said Brad, reaching for the martinis. "We won't want dinner for another couple hours. Why don't you take a break?"
"Yes, Angie," Nicole smiled, "relax for awhile. We'll call you when we want dinner started."
"Thank you, ma'am," Angie said.
She turned and fled for the house. Somehow she'd gotten through that extremely embarrassing encounter, but she didn't know how. Nicole hadn't been kidding her at the job interview.
Some of their habits would take some getting used to-like going around naked.
Angie had had a very strict upbringing. Her puritanical parents didn't allow their daughter to show any forbidden parts of her body. She always had to be fully dressed, and she was never allowed to own a bathing suit or a low-cut evening gown.
Not only that, her folks wouldn't talk about sex except to say that it was dirty and evil. She didn't even know where babies came from till she had a sex education course in school. She wasn't allowed to date, and she was still a virgin when she reached her senior year in high school.
Obviously the Mannings had been raised differently.
Angie couldn't resist another peek at them. She moved aside a lace curtain and peered out at the pool area. Sure enough, the attractive couple were standing in the pool and kissing, between sips of their martinis. They pressed their naked bodies together shamelessly.
Angie was blushing, but she went on watching. She didn't know what was the matter with her, but she seemed consumed with a wicked curiosity. She still had a lot to learn about sex and love-making, even though she'd been married for almost five years. She sensed that Nicole and Brad Manning knew everything there was to know.
They drained their glasses and got down to some serious petting. They kissed, running their tongues into each other's mouth, and Brad cupped Nicole's full tits and squeezed them. Nicole slipped her hand down under the water and did something with Brad's cock.
"Careful," he chuckled. "You'll give me a hard-on."
Angie almost squealed with surprise. She hadn't realized that the window was open and she could hear everything her employers said. She warned herself to stay very quiet. She'd hate to get caught spying, and she just couldn't afford to lose this job.
"But I want to give you a hard-on, honey," Nicole purred. "I feel so horny today."
Angie blushed even harder. Now they were using naughty words. Of course she'd never been allowed to swear when she was growing up, and there were still some words she didn't know the meaning of. But she certainly understood what Nicole was saying.
"You're always horny," Brad laughed.
"Any objections?" Nicole asked, giving him a shameless leer.
"None at all," he said, leering back. "Come on, let's get out of the water."
Angie's eyes got huge as she watched them leave the pool. Now she could see everything. She enviously studied Nicole's ripe curvy body and slightly wobbling tits. Angie knew she had a pretty nice body herself, but she felt like a skinny kid compared to Nicole.
Then she studied Brad's tall muscular body. His chest was thickly matted with dark hair, and he was built just the way a man should be, with broad shoulders and trim waist and hips. Her eyes fell to his dangling cock, and she just couldn't help gawking at it.
She didn't know cocks could be that big. Brad's long thick prick had started to swell, and it looked enormous to the spying maid. It wagged obscenely before him as he led Nicole to some spread-out beach towels on the grass.
The couple stretched out together and went back to their kissing and pawing. Nicole wantonly grabbed for her husband's cock, wrapped her fingers around it, and pumped it. Brad slid a hand between her thighs and rubbed her hot slick pussy. Nicole gurgled with delight.
"Mmmmmm, yesssss!" she sighed.
Now wild horses couldn't have dragged Angie away from the window. She knew it was wrong of her to spy, but she just had to do it. There was so much she wanted to learn, and already she'd learned something important. Sex could be pleasant.
Of course she'd heard people say that before, but she hadn't believed it. Watching Nicole and Brad, she began to wonder. They seemed to be having such a good time playing with each other. Soon they were both flushed and breathing hard.
"Mmmmmmmmm, I wanta go down on you, honey," Nicole gurgled.
"I wanta go down on you, too," Brad grinned.
"Then I guess there's only one solution," Nicole laughed. Angie didn't know what going down meant, but she soon found out. Nicole rolled to her hands and knees, then back up over Brad. It was the most kinky thing Angie had ever seen. Nicole kept going till her gleaming pink cunt was almost in Brad's face. Her head was poised right over his swelling cock.
"Oh, my gosh!" Angie gasped softly.
She'd just never seen or heard of anything like this. Brad stuck his tongue out and started licking Nicole's pussy. She dipped her head down, stuck out her tongue, and licked his cock. Angie almost fainted. The only sex she'd ever experienced was plain old fucking.
"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm!" Nicole sighed.
She was lashing her hot pink tongue all over Brad's cock, coating it with her hot spit. His prick reacted fast, springing up rigid and throbbing. The head swelled into a fat purple knob of flesh. He shivered and groaned. He really seemed to love what she was doing to him.
"Yeah, baby, that's great!" he rasped.
While Nicole went on tonguing his cock, he whipped his big wet tongue up and down her pussy, making her squeal and gurgle. Soon thick cream was pouring from her little fur-fringed cunt mouth, and Brad was gobbling it like it was candy. Angie just didn't know what to think about all this.
It looked so wicked, so depraved, and yet Nicole and Brad were having so much fun. The crazy things they were doing made them happy. Was there anything wrong with being happy? Angie felt so confused. All her puritanical training hadn't prepared her for this.
Now Nicole was play-nibbling the engorged head of Brad's cock, and he was drilling the stiff tip of his tongue against her taut throbbing clit. They were getting each other wildly aroused. As Angie watched, she felt a very strange sensation. Hot cream was leaking from her cunt.
She blushed hard. Was it possible that this outrageous scene was turning her on? She could remember creaming only once before in her life, but the circumstances had been very different. Now she watched Brad raking Nicole's clit with his stiff tongue, and she began to imagine how great it would feel. She creamed even harder, moistening her panties.
What's wrong with me? she wondered. Why am I getting so excited?
She didn't know, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from that wicked scene on the grass. Brad's tongue was flicking with lightning speed over Nicole's swollen clit, and she was nibbling and sucking the purple head of his cock like she was starved for it.
Thick cream began to ooze from Brad's piss hole, and Nicole sucked it up and gobbled it. They were gorging themselves on each other's hot cream. Angie had never heard of such a thing. She was sure her stern parents wouldn't approve, but she had to admit she found it kind of exciting.
"Mmmmmmm, honey, I can't take much more!" Nicole moaned, her voice hoarse with passion.
"Tell me what you want," Brad teased.
"I want you to fuck the living shit out of me!" Nicole panted.
Angie blushed again. She sure knew what fuck meant, but she'd never heard a woman use the word before. Nicole said it easily. Her voice was hoarse and eager as she begged her handsome husband to fuck her. Thick cream was pouring from her cunt and running down her inner thighs as Brad drove her to a fever pitch of lust with his expert tongue.
"Please, Brad!" she whined. "I'm going crazy!"
"Okay, if you insist," he chuckled.
She crawled forward, off his body, and remained on her hands and knees. Brad rolled to his knees behind her and grasped her trim hips. His cock was hugely swollen now, stiff and thick. He socked the engorged head into Nicole's moist cunt mouth, spreading her delicate pussy lips wide.
"Ooooooh, shit, yessssss!" Nicole wailed. "Stick it in me, baby, fuck me!"
Angie wondered just how hard she could blush. She couldn't believe she was actually watching someone fuck. They were doing it like dogs, too. She'd heard of that, but she'd never done it. Her husband Carl was an old-fashioned guy, and he only believed in the missionary position.
She watched breathlessly as Brad plowed his thick blue-veined prick into Nicole's slippery eager cunt. He pushed into her till only his big hairy balls were showing. Nicole threw back her head and wailed in bliss as she took his meat to her womb.
"Yes, yessss, fuck meeeeee!" she howled.
Brad snarled with lust and began hammering his rock-hard cock in and out of her squirting pussy. Angie watched, almost dizzy with a combination of shock and excitement. She was creaming again, really soaking her panties now, yet she still didn't understand what was turning her on.
This was wicked, evil, outrageous. Her parents had warned her against sex, telling her that only bad girls enjoyed it. But Nicole wasn't a bad girl. It just didn't make sense. Brad and Nicole were nice people, and they were having a ball fucking each other.
"Harder!" Nicole moaned. "Really give it to me, baby, fuck my brains out!"
"Ahhhhhh, Jesus, yeah!" Brad groaned.
Angie couldn't think straight. She stopped trying to make sense of the situation and just gawked at her employers as they fucked each other to a frenzy. Her pussy felt so hot and wet, and she caught herself rubbing her thighs together, giving herself little rushes of pleasure.
Nicole's luscious body was shaking with the impact of Brad's hard fucking, her ripe tits wobbling crazily. Her face was contorted with lust. She threw back her head and howled with hot pleasure as Brad fucked her over the edge, into a violent body-wracking orgasm.
"Unnnnnnhhhhh, shit, I'm cominggggg!" she howled. "Unnnnnnhhhh, unnnnnnn, fuck whaaaaahhhhh!"
"Awwwwwww, Jesus, awwwwwwwww!" Brad yelled.
He jetted his thick steaming load into her cunt, and some of it overflowed and ran down her legs. Angie watched the scene to the very end, unable to tear herself away. All her ideas about sex were challenged now that she'd seen how much fun it could be.
Finally Nicole gave a happy sigh and wriggled off her husband's dripping cock. She kissed him quickly, then glanced toward the house.
"Angie," she called, "time to start dinner."
CHAPTER TWO
Angie blushed again, harder than ever. Was Nicole aware that she'd been spying on them? No, she told herself, that was impossible. She straightened her maid's uniform and marched to the sliding door.
"Yes, ma'am," she said primly, "I'll start dinner right away."
Angie just couldn't get that scene off her mind. All evening, as she cooked and served dinner and cleaned up afterwards, she saw
Nicole and Brad licking each other, fucking each other, and heard their cries of pleasure and excitement. She'd never dreamed love-making could be like that.
Finally she brought the Mannings their after-dinner drinks and retired to her private room. She really loved that room. It was big, with a nice view, and it had its own private bathroom. It was one of the nicest things about her job. Of course the money was great, too.
Angie sure didn't want to lose the job, but she wondered if she could cope with the Mannings' outrageous sex practices. She was a very inhibited, puritanical person, and she found it hard to keep her cool with all this hanky-panky going on. She'd have to change her attitudes or lose her job.
She took off her uniform, put on her nightgown, and stretched out on the bed. She had some heavy thinking to do, but it was hard to get her mind off what she'd seen that afternoon. As hard as she tried, she couldn't escape the vision of Brad's blue-veined rock-hard cock pistoning in and out of Nicole's cunt.
Shame on you, Angie she thought.
She tried to read a book, but her mind kept wandering. She felt hungry, too. Then she laughed as she realized why. She'd been so dazed by watching the Mannings fuck that she'd forgotten to eat dinner.
She decided to slip downstairs and make herself a snack. She wouldn't have to disturb her bosses, because there was a special little stairway at the back of the house, just for servants. She wouldn't even have to bother getting dressed.
As Angie reached the bottom of the stairway, she could see down a short hall and into the living room. She just automatically looked, to make sure no one would see her-and then stopped short and held her breath. Nicole and Brad were at it again.
They were rolling around on the thick living room carpet, laughing and pulling off each other's clothes. They were like a couple of kids, Angie thought, wrestling and snickering. She stood and watched them as they stripped each other naked, throwing their clothes in every direction.
"Jesus, woman," Brad laughed, "don't you ever get enough?"
"Nope," Nicole giggled. "Do you?"
"Not so far," he admitted with a grin.
Nicole pushed him onto his back and grabbed his cock. She pumped it in her hot little fist, and Brad quickly got flushed with lust. Then she dipped her head down, stuck out her tongue, and lashed his swelling cock head, leaving it purple and shiny with her hot spit.
Angie forgot about being hungry. She knew it was wicked of her to spy, but she was curious and she had so much to learn, things that Brad and Nicole could teach her. She sat down on the bottom step, knowing she was safely hidden in the shadows.
She had a perfect view of the action. She watched Nicole lashing her hot little tongue around and around the swelling head of Brad's prick. Nicole had her raised ass in Angie's direction, and the spying maid could see her glistening pink slit and its delicate fringe of dark curls.
Thick pearly cream was oozing from Nicole's cunt and running down her inner thighs, testifying to her horniness. She gurgled hungrily as she tongued Brad's cock and lapped up his oozing cock cream. Angie wondered what it would be like to lick a man's cock and eat his juice.
She thought of her mother's stern teachings. Sex wasn't supposed to be fun. Only perverts enjoyed it. But that just didn't make sense to Angie any more. She saw how much fun and enjoyment Brad and Nicole were getting from their little romp, and she just couldn't believe it was wrong.
"Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!" Nicole gurgled.
She licked up all the thick hot cream from Brad's cock head, then licked her lips, making them slippery. She opened her mouth wide and started sliding it down around his rigid prick, and she kept going till she got it all. Brad reddened and shivered.
"Shit, yes, suck it!" he gasped.
Angie gasped, too, though she managed to smother the sound. Here was another new thing, something she'd never heard of. Nicole had sucked Brad's stiff cock fully into her mouth and was caving in her cheeks sharply. She started sucking his meat fast and hungrily.
Angie realized that Nicole was suctioning the salty cream out of Brad's cock and gobbling it. She seemed starved for the stuff. Brad loved what she was doing, too. He dug his fingers into the thick carpet and panted and moaned with excitement, his handsome face flushed with lust.
"Shit, yeah, suck!" he growled.
What would it be like, Angie wondered. She tried to imagine having a man's throbbing hard prick in her mouth, sucking the cream out of it, and she felt a rush of naughty excitement. She had to admit she'd really love to try it. That was a switch, because up to now she'd vowed never to marry again.
After Carl, she didn't want anything more to do with men, at least not till now. It hadn't been a happy marriage, and she was glad to be free. Sure, she was sorry that Carl had died, but she wasn't sorry that the marriage was over.
She couldn't keep her mind on Carl, though, when she had such exciting things to watch. Nicole's dark hair was flying as she pistoned her wet lips up and down her husband's rigid cock and sucked up his juice. Brad was groaning steadily now, and he began fucking her mouth.
"Unnnnhhhh, shit, gonna come!" he panted.
"Ummmm-hmmmmm!" Nicole moaned.
Angie clapped a hand to her mouth to stifle a shocked gasp. It was clear that Nicole wanted Brad to come right in her mouth. She wanted to eat his load. She sucked even faster and louder on his nearly-bursting prick, trying to get him off. It didn't take her much longer.
"Unnnnhhhh, shit, eat my load!" Brad roared, jetting his sizzling come into her throat.
"Mmmmm, unnnnhhhhh!" Nicole moaned.
She let his load fill her mouth till it looked like her cheeks would explode. Hot spurts of jizz sizzled from the corners of her lips. Then she gulped down his thick load, and Brad flopped back with a happy groan. Nicole licked her lips to get the very last drops of his jism.
"Christ, you do that great!" Brad rasped.
"You're pretty good at giving head yourself," Nicole grinned.
"Is that a hint?" he said.
"It sure is," he laughed.
Now Nicole lay down on her back, bent her knees, and spread her legs wide. She wantonly exposed her luscious-looking pink slit to her husband's greedy gaze. Brad got up and knelt between her legs. He folded back the dark fur of her pussy and uncovered the small hooded lump of her clit.
"Right there?" he grinned.
"Yeah, right there," she said, her voice husky and eager.
Brad bent down low, stuck out his big wet tongue, and began lashing it over her clit. Nicole shrieked with pleasure and almost flew off the rug. Her pretty face twisted into a horny grimace, and she creamed all over Brad's tongue.
"Ooooooh, yessss, honey!" she moaned. "Lick my clit, lick it good!"
Angie was blushing and creaming at the same time. She'd never experienced oral sex herself, but it wasn't hard to imagine how great it would feel to have a man's big hot tongue whipping the most sensitive organ of her body. Suddenly her pussy was dripping with her molten cunt cream.
She found herself envying Nicole. Carl had never done any of these delicious things to her. There were so many wonderful ways of fucking, and she hadn't experienced any of them. Hell, she hadn't even known about them. She realized how much she'd missed out on in her marriage.
Sure, she wasn't supposed to like sex. Her parents had told her that over and over again. She wasn't supposed to like it, and she wasn't supposed to be interested in it. But it was just possible that her parents had been wrong.
"Unnnnhhh, honey, lick me all over!" Nicole wailed.
That sounded even more wickedly exciting to Angie, and she watched breathlessly as Brad whipped his big hot tongue up and down Nicole's hot cunt, lapping up her tangy cream. He tongued every inch of her swollen pussy, driving her wild with pleasure. She clawed the rug and drenched his tongue with spurting cream.
"Oooooooh, honey, it's so fuckin' good!" she moaned.
Angie had never heard a woman swear like that, but she'd always moved in very religious circles. She could understand why Nicole was swearing, though. If Angie herself had been that aroused, she wouldn't be watching her language. She'd just be wailing with bliss, like Nicole.
Now Brad zeroed in on her clit again, tickling it with the pointed tip of his tongue. He kept it up till Nicole was squealing with exquisite pleasure and thick cream was boiling from her pussy and gushing down her ass crack. Nicole seemed right on the verge of coming, and Brad made sure she got there.
He jammed his lips onto her clit and started sucking loudly on the throbbing nub. Again Nicole seemed ready to fly off the floor. She screwed her eyes shut and bared her teeth in a lusty snarl. She arched her body sharply, shoving her clit greedily against his sucking lips.
"Shit, yesss, suck meeeee!" she howled.
It occurred to Angie that even if she'd been upstairs in her room, she would have heard Nicole's loud cries of ecstasy. Nicole must have known that, but she obviously didn't care. She was so uninhibited, so horny, that she didn't mind if the new maid heard the sounds of her love-making.
"Faster!" Nicole groaned. "Suck the shit out of it, baby, make me come!"
Brad was making obscene sucking and slurping noises as he worked her clit with his kneading lips. Nicole went rigid for a second, and then her body began to rock and writhe with pleasure as a violent orgasm exploded from her clit. Brad couldn't keep his lips around her slick clit, and he rose to his knees and watched her come.
"Ohhhhhhh, fuck, you did it, ooooooooh!" Nicole howled.
Angie realized that her pussy was soaked with her steaming pussy cream. She also realized that it was time to get back to her room. Surely Brad and Nicole would go to bed now, and she didn't want to be caught in the upstairs hallway. She retreated silently up the servants' stairs.
In her room she found that she was shaking with desire. It had turned her on like crazy to watch the handsome young couple going down on each other. She had the crazy urge to suck and taste a cock. Most of all, she ached for a man to go down on her.
"Get hold of yourself, Angie!" she moaned. "You're acting crazy!"
It was true, she'd never had such outrageous thoughts before, and she'd never had such kinky desires. But then she hadn't know till today that there were such exciting ways of making love. Her eyes had been opened, and she knew all the delicious things she'd been missing. Sex didn't have to be the nasty thing her parents had described.
She got into bed and turned off the light, but she couldn't sleep. She didn't feel sleepy at all. She just felt incredibly aroused, and her pussy was on fire with need. She wondered what to do about it, and she blushed in the dark.
She'd heard about masturbation. In fact once she'd even seen it happen. The memory was so dirty and embarrassing that she'd blotted it out till this moment, but now it came back to her. It was in the sixth grade, and an older girl had tried to show Angie a special way to have fun.
The girl had taken Angie into some bushes near the playground and made her promise never to tell what happened. Then the girl had pulled down her panties and rubbed a finger between her legs. Angie had watched in horrified fascination as this girl gave herself a climax.
Of course nice little Angie would never do a thing like that. Her mother had warned her that she'd go to hell if she touched herself between the legs. But now, many years later, Angie wondered if maybe that bold girl had had a good idea. She sure could use some relief for her lust.
Blushing, she slid a hand between her thighs and touched the scorching wet flesh of her cunt. She started rubbing herself there, and it felt really good. She stroked the steaming engorged folds of her pussy and almost gurgled with pleasure. It might be naughty, but she just had to do it. She felt like she'd go crazy if she didn't get off.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm!" she sighed.
She kept rubbing her fever-hot pussy, and soon her fingers were soaked with her gushing cunt juice. She found that the faster she rubbed herself, the better it felt. Then she focused just on her clit, squeezing it between two fingers, and that felt even more exciting.
She rolled her clit between her thumb and index finger, and she thought of how Brad had sucked Nicole's clit. Maybe it had felt something like this, but she was sure it would be a lot more exciting to feel a man's wet tongue down there instead of her fingers.
Well, she only had her fingers for relief, so they'd just have to do. She rolled her throbbing clit faster and faster between her fingers, and she felt pleasure building in her pussy till she could hardly contain it. She was rocketing towards orgasm, and she was doing it all by herself.
Angie hadn't had many orgasms in her sexually depressed life, but she had a feeling she needed a lot more. She was still very young, perfectly healthy, and right now she was fantastically horny. Was it so wrong to give herself a climax, if she couldn't get one any other way?
She never had time to decide, because all of a sudden she was bringing herself off. She wasn't prepared for the bomb blast of pleasure, and she let out a hoarse wail of ecstasy.
"Ohhhhh, God, yesssss, ohhhhhh!" she cried.
Quickly she pressed her face into the pillow to muffle her cries, praying that her employers hadn't heard her. She kept rolling her squirting clit between her fingers 'til she'd milked out every last drop of sensation. Her lust was satisfied, but she couldn't help feeling ashamed.
"My God, what's happening to me?" she sighed. "I'm turning into a sex fiend!"
CHAPTER THREE
The next day was Monday, and Brad and Nicole went off to their high-powered jobs, leaving Angie alone in the house all day. The young maid was glad for the chance to be by herself and think. The last couple of days had been pretty confusing.
Angie's attitudes toward sex were changing, but it wasn't something that could happen overnight. She still had a lot of puritanical ideas, thanks to her parents, and she was still pretty shocked by Brad and Nicole's shameless behavior. Who was right-her parents or her employers?
Angie wasn't sure, but she envied all the fun Brad and Nicole had together. Her marriage hadn't been like that at all. As she cleaned the house that day, she thought back over her years with Carl, and the memory wasn't a pleasant one.
When she was a senior in high school, her parents still didn't allow her to date. Angie was an obedient daughter, but even she was about to rebel. Maybe her parents sensed that, because they finally announced that they would allow her to go out with a man-a man of their choice.
Angie was very excited, and she prepared carefully for her very first date. She really wasn't concerned about how the guy looked. He was a date, and that was all that mattered. She and her parents waited in the living room, and they gave her a little information about the man.
"His name is Carl Loring," her mother said, "and he's a very respectable businessman. He was widowed last year, and he's interested in getting married again. This could be your big chance, Angie."
Marriage? Angie was just setting out on her first date, and already her folks were talking about getting her married off to the guy. It was a surprise, but Angie thought she could get used to the idea. Marriage would get her out of this house and let her lead her own life.
Carl showed up right on time, and when she saw him, Angie almost groaned with disappointment. He was old enough to be her father!
Carl Loring was tall, well-built, and had dark hair going gray at the temples. He wasn't too bad-looking, but he seemed cold and grim. Angie reminded herself that at least her folks approved of him, and she decided to make the best of it.
Carl took her out to dinner, then to the movies, making sure the film was rated G. He never laid a hand on her, and when he took her home, he didn't even kiss her good night. He shook hands instead. It was quite a letdown, and Angie figured he didn't like her.
Then, the very next day, he returned to her house and asked her parents if he could marry her.
Angie was stunned. She hardly knew the man, and she wasn't all that wild about him. But she knew she wanted to get away from her stern parents and live a life of her own, and since she had no money for college, marriage seemed like the only way out. So she agreed to marry Carl.
She'd never forget her wedding night. Carl was still pretty much a stranger to her, since they got married only a month after meeting, but Angie was secretly looking forward to losing her virginity. She was wild to know what sex was like, and now she'd finally find out.
Their honeymoon was a weekend in the mountains. That was all the time Carl could take off from his business. They arrived at their lonely cabin just before dark, and Angie cooked dinner, but all she could think of was the big moment when she'd lose her cherry.
She could hardly wait. At last, she'd know what all the excitement was about. Her friends at school seemed to talk about nothing but boys and sex, sex and boys. A few of them even confessed to having gone all the way. They said it was just fantastic. Naturally, Angie could hardly wait to be let in on the big mystery.
But Carl didn't come on to her, didn't even touch her, and about nine o'clock he said coolly: "We should go to bed now. I want to get up early to fish."
"Yes, Carl," Angie said obediently.
She put on the new frilly nightgown she'd bought for the occasion and got into bed. Carl came out of the bathroom wearing pajamas and crawled in beside her. He turned out the light, which was a big disappointment to the curious girl. She wanted to see a man naked, but she was out of luck.
Then suddenly Carl turned into an animal. In the dark, he grabbed Angie, pulling her tight against him and kissing her. It was the first real kiss. At the wedding, he'd just given her a dry peck on the lips.
Angie had never been kissed before, but she knew this man meant business. He pressed his whole body against hers, and he crushed her mouth with his hot lips. Then he was sliding his tongue into her mouth, probing around, and his hands clutched her firm little ass and squeezed it.
Angie sizzled with excitement. Her healthy young body was starved for loving, and now at last she was getting it. She snaked her arms around Carl's neck and shivered lustily as he squeezed her ass and worked his tongue in her mouth. She felt molten cream gushing from her virgin cunt.
Now we're getting somewhere, she thought eagerly.
Carl kissed her for a long time, running his big hands all over her body, feeling every young ripe curve. Angie was dizzy with excitement. At that age, she still didn't know what the word horny meant, but she was displaying all the symptoms. Her pussy was soaked with her gushing cream.
Her body had been ready for sex since junior high, and she was overdue for fulfillment. She whimpered and shivered and moaned as Carl slid his hands under her long nightgown and touched her bare flesh. It felt so exciting to her, she wanted to squeal, but she knew her much-older husband didn't approve of girlish behavior.
He cupped her ripe high-riding tits and began molding them in his big hot hands. It was the most thrilling thing Angie had ever felt, and she creamed furiously. Her small red nipples were stiff with lust, poking against his palms, and her tits swelled up taut.
Then she felt something very strange. There was a big hard lump throbbing against her belly. It took the innocent girl a moment to figure out what it was. She finally realized it was her husband's cock, ballooning with desire. She just wished she could look at it. She'd never seen a cock in her life, and her curiosity was burning.
Well, if she couldn't see his cock, she could at least feel it. She reached down and touched his prick. It felt huge to her, and it was hot and hard as steel. His prick throbbed violently against her exploring fingers. She started feeling it all over, but Carl grabbed her hand away.
Angie could have howled with disappointment. Apparently, Carl didn't think it was proper for her to touch his cock. In the few weeks since she'd known him, she'd discovered why her parents approved of him. He was just as strictly religious, stern and puritanical as they were.
Angie struggled to control her disappointment. She wanted to feel Carl all over, the way he was feeling her. She wanted to explore his exciting masculine body. But he pushed her hands away whenever she touched him. He didn't want his young bride to display her lust.
Now he was sliding his hand between her thighs and touching the scorching wet flesh of her virgin pussy. Just his lightest touch felt wonderful to Angie, and she couldn't help creaming all over his hand. But he didn't linger long. Apparently, he just wanted to see if she was ready.
Satisfied that she was wet enough, Carl roughly rolled her onto her back, whisked her nightgown up to her waist, and moved on top of her. Angie guessed that this was the big moment, and she obediently spread her legs. Carl sank down between her hot silky thighs, and she felt something huge and hard pressing against her untried cunt mouth.
"Unnnhhh!" she gasped.
It felt like he was trying to shove a cannon ball into her cunt. The engorged thick head of his cock felt enormous to her, and it was stretching her delicate cunt lips till she feared they'd burst. She whimpered with pain and fright, but Carl kept pushing.
"Quiet!" he whispered hoarsely. "It always hurts a woman the first time! You'll be all right!"
It was practically the only time he spoke to her during the whole wedding night. Angie had an old-fashioned view of marriage, thanks to her parents, and she believed the husband was the boss. She felt she had to do everything Carl asked and not question him or complain.
So she tried to stifle her sobs of fright as he steadily worked his huge steel-hard cock into her tiny tender cunt. She was sure that immense pole of cock meat would break her in half, and she felt crammed breathless with it. Carl pushed until he seemed to come up against some kind of barrier.
"Try not to scream!" he growled.
He drew back, then lunged deep into her, breaking through her cherry. The pain was so sharp that she thought she'd faint, but she obeyed her husband, clamping her jaw shut and stifling her terrified moans. Carl fucked his cock all the way into her, butting up against her womb. Her virginity was gone. Why didn't she find that exciting?
Carl lay on top of her, panting and catching his breath, while Angie wondered if all her girlfriends had been lying to her. They'd giggled and whispered about fucking their dates and how great it felt. They talked about the fantastic thrill of making out. But Angie felt none of those things.
She just felt an enormous hard column of cock meat cramming her bruised little pussy, scaring her. Finally, Carl was breathing normally again, and he cupped her ass and began fucking his big hard boner in and out of her cunt. Angie assumed they were fucking now.
At first it just felt uncomfortable, but after a while she started to like it. His stiff prick was rubbing up and down her clit, and she started getting little stabs of pleasure from that. It made her cream again, and the way was slicker and easier for his steadily pistoning cock.
"Mmmmm!" Angie gurgled.
Yes, this could get to feeling pretty good. She creamed some more, and the ache in her crammed cunt went away. She felt mounting excitement as her new husband worked his thick cock deep into her juicy little cunt. Now she was getting little jolts of pleasure from both her cunt and her clit.
She relaxed under him and arched her body a little, rubbing her clit greedily against his fucking cock shaft. The more hot friction she got on her clit, the better it felt. She was beginning to love the deep pistoning action of his cock, and she found herself wanting his prick as deep as she could get it.
"Mmmmm, darling, yessss!" she moaned.
"Ssshhh!" Carl hissed.
Angie bit her hp. She should have guessed that her stern older husband wouldn't approve of her showing any pleasure. He believed as her parents did, that nice girls didn't enjoy sex. So if she got lusty and excited, that meant she was a bad girl. She was just supposed to he there and endure the fucking, not like it.
Angie found that very hard to do. She could see how she could come to really love fucking. She was liking it a lot already. She knew she'd like it even more if she could let herself go, writhe and moan and gurgle. She had a crazy urge to grab Carl's ass and knead it.
She wanted to run her hands over his big hard body, squeeze his balls, stick her tongue in his mouth-but she sensed that he wouldn't approve. She did her best to stay still and quiet, but the longer he fucked her, the more aroused she got.
Was Carl enjoying it, or was he just doing his husbandly duty? It was hard to tell. He fucked her in a slow steady motion, and he did it for a long time. But finally he seemed to show some excitement. He began breathing loudly and harshly, and he fucked into her steadily faster.
Angie really liked that. The faster he pistoned his long stiff cock in her eager young cunt, the more excited she got and the more pleasure she felt. Her hips started moving of their own accord, jerking to his rhythm. Her instincts made her fuck right back at him.
"Lie still!" Carl barked.
Angie could have cried with frustration. What was so wrong with her own natural instincts? Why couldn't she let go and be herself? She felt wild with excitement, and she wanted to show it with her body and her voice, but Carl obviously didn't think that was decent.
He got over his anger and acted excited again, fucking into her fast and hard. Her slim body shuddered with the impact, but Angie loved his roughness. Without realizing it, she'd been horny for years. Her natural healthy sex drive had been thwarted when her parents refused to let her date.
Now all that stored-up lust was coming out as she creamed all over her husband's deep-driving cock. She could just manage to keep still and quiet, but she couldn't do anything about her helpless creaming. The molten juice flooded her cunt and drenched Carl's fucking prick. She felt the pleasure building in her cunt till she wanted to wail.
Then something totally unexpected happened. Angie felt a delicious hard explosion of pleasure deep in her cunt, and it rattled through every bone in her body. Dizzily, she realized that she was having her first climax.
"Ohhhhh, God, ohhhhh, whaaahhhhh!" she howled.
"Awwww, Lord, awwwwww!" Carl groaned.
Angie felt her cunt being flooded with his jetting jism, and she sobbed with ecstasy. She had a long hard come, and she felt really happy. But the moment he finished coming, Carl rolled off her, turned his back and went to sleep. He didn't even give her a good-night kiss.
That was the whole story of their sex life, those long silent fucks in the dark. Carl was always on top, and he never let Angie express her excitement. Usually she managed to have an orgasm, but she learned to be quiet when she came. The whole experience left her feeling empty and unfulfilled.
Now that Carl was dead and she was working for the Mannings, she understood why she'd felt empty. She saw what she'd been missing. Sex was supposed to be fun, for chrissake! A woman was supposed to moan, writhe, and show her pleasure. Angie realized what she'd been missing, and she regretted all those wasted years-with Carl.
More and more, she was thinking that Carl and her parents had been just plain wrong. She didn't see anything shameful about her body or her natural sexual urges. She didn't see anything wrong in a woman loving sex. How could it be wrong, when it felt so good?
Angie was still puzzling over these things when Brad and Nicole got home from work.
"God, I'm bushed," Nicole sighed. "Mondays are a bitch. Angie, will you come to my room and give me a massage?"
CHAPTER FOUR
"Yes, ma'am," Angie said. She followed Nicole upstairs to the master bedroom.
She felt confident about this part of her job. Carl had taught her to give a good massage. He had a bad back, and he'd trained Angie to work on it. It was just too bad that those massages never led to sex, but Carl didn't make the connection.
Nicole, as usual, showed no embarrassment about her body. She stripped and left her clothes lying on the floor, then walked naked to her king-size bed. Angie glanced at her gorgeous ripe body and thought how sexy she looked. No wonder Brad couldn't keep his hands off her.
Nicole stretched out on her belly and gave a weary sigh. The woman definitely paid a price for being rich. She and Brad both worked hard at their jobs, and they were very ambitious, but it took a lot out of them.
Angie knelt on the bed and began the massage. Nicole immediately gurgled with relief.
"Mmmmm, that feels so good," she sighed. "How'd you learn to do that?"
"My husband taught me," Angie said. "He had back problems."
"Do you miss him a lot?" Nicole asked.
Angie thought about it, then said: "No, not really. He was a lot older than me, and we had very different opinions about things."
"Too bad," Nicole said, a note of mischief creeping into her voice, "but I hope that didn't interfere with your sex life."
"What sex life?" Angie sighed.
It just popped out, and she was sorry the moment she said it. She didn't usually discuss her personal life with other people. But Nicole had heard it, and she turned her head and shot Angie a grin.
"Come on, Angie, out with it," she said. "Was it really bad? Was he too old to do it?" Angie blushed hard.
"He wasn't too old," she said. "He just didn't believe a woman should enjoy it. He didn't like it if I seemed to be having fun."
"My God!" Nicole groaned. "He was a relic of the Victorian Age! You poor thing! I hope you're making up for lost time!"
"What do you mean?" Angie asked.
Nicole stared at her.
"Honey," she said, "you should be out fucking up a storm. You should be making up for lost time. You're young and gorgeous, and you could have just about any guy you want."
Angie blushed even harder.
"I don't believe in sex outside of marriage," she said primly.
Nicole looked like she was trying not to laugh.
"Angie," she said, "you're more uptight than I am. I think you're the one who needs a massage. Take off your clothes."
"Do what?" Angie gasped.
"Come on, I'm your boss, and I'm telling you to strip," Nicole ordered.
Red-faced, Angie obeyed. She'd never been naked in front of anybody but Carl, and even that was in the dark. She quickly flopped onto her belly, hiding her firm small tits and natural blonde cunt bush. Nicole knelt beside her and started massaging her.
"Just relax, honey," she purred. "You've got a lot of inhibitions to work through."
Right away, Angie could tell that Nicole didn't know a damned thing about massage. She was just running her hands over Angie's body, exploring it, sort of petting her. Even so, it felt pleasant and soothing, and soon Angie was totally relaxed.
"Mmmmmm, that's nice," she sighed.
"You need this," Nicole said softly. "You need somebody to touch you."
Then her hands slipped under Angie's sides and onto her silky warm tits. Angie gasped, shocked. Nicole cupped her tits and began molding and squeezing them. It felt nice, Angie had to admit. She'd always wished that Carl would play with her tits more often.
And why should she feel uptight? This was another woman touching her, not a man. Surely Nicole wasn't coming on to her. Angie began to relax again. Nicole was right. She had far too many inhibitions.
Nicole rubbed her thumbs over Angie's hot little nipples and teased them into stiffness. Angie felt a spark of arousal, then reminded herself that she was being touched by a woman, not a man. Still, it felt so nice to have her tits teased into swollen tautness.
"Roll over, honey," Nicole said.
Angie did it without thinking. Then Nicole was suddenly straddling her, their dark and blonde cunt bushes touching. Nicole cupped Angie's tits again and molded them sensuously. Angie felt the pressure of Nicole's pussy mound on hers, and to her shock, she began to cream lustily.
"Nicole, I think we better stop this," she panted.
"Why?" Nicole asked slyly. "Are you enjoying it too much?"
Angie blushed furiously. It was as if Nicole had read her mind. Did the pretty young wife know that she was creaming with desire? Angie felt so embarrassed, she didn't know what to say. Then Nicole bent down very low, stuck out her tongue, and started licking Angie's lust-stiffened nipples.
"Nicole!" Angie gasped.
Nicole didn't respond. She just whisked her hot juicy tongue over Angie's sensitive stiff nipples, coating them with her hot spit. Angie felt molten cream squirting from her cunt. She was getting turned on to another woman! How could that be happening?
"Mmmmm, you've got such cute tits," Nicole grinned.
"They're not as big as yours," Angie said.
"Big isn't everything," Nicole said. "Brad would love to get his hands on these."
Angie was speechless with shock. Nicole just had to be the most uninhibited person she'd ever met. She went on tongue-lashing her nipples for a while, then scooted backward and began kissing and tonguing her way down Angie's sleek hot body.
"What are you doing?" Angie squeaked. "Teaching you something," Nicole said mysteriously.
Angie couldn't imagine what that meant. She only knew she was getting incredibly excited as Nicole licked and kissed her way right into her cunt bush. Then Nicole eased her legs wide apart and nosed between them.
"Ohhhh, God, ohhh!" Angie groaned.
There was the most delicious sensation radiating from her swollen cunt. Something hot and wet was tickling and lashing down there, giving her long hot rushes of pleasure. It was a brand-new sensation for the repressed young widow.
Dizzily, she looked down and saw that Nicole was licking her pussy. Nicole did it eagerly and expertly, lashing her slick tongue all over, not missing an inch of that juicy hot flesh. Angie was getting her very first head job, and she had to admit it felt fantastic.
But from another woman? That was outrageous! Angie struggled with her emotions, torn between pleasure and shock. She couldn't stop creaming, and Nicole was gobbling up her tangy pussy juice and eating it. The scene was just so kinky, Angie was speechless.
Then Nicole moved in to concentrate on the most sensitive spot of all, the engorged and pulsating nub of Angie's clit. Her pointed tongue tip teased and rimmed the moist pink button, and Angie shuddered with pleasure. She soaked Nicole's tongue with an uncontrollable flood of cunt cream.
"Ooooh, my God, unnnhhh!" she sobbed.
She couldn't help it-she loved what Nicole was doing to her. She never wanted the wonderful sensations to stop. She gave up fighting and protesting and just lay back limp with her legs eagerly parted. She gurgled and moaned in ecstasy as Nicole skillfully went down on her.
"Yesss, ohhh, yesssss!" she sobbed.
She'd worry about feeling guilty later. Right now, she just had to have this incredible pleasure. God knows, she'd gotten little enough pleasure out of her sex life with Carl. It seemed like all her young life she'd been thirsting for sexual release and never finding it-till now.
She let her legs fall wide open, completely exposing her cream-soaked pink cunt to Nicole's greedily whipping tongue. Nicole scooped up more musky pussy cream and gobbled it, then went back to tonguing her clit. She raked the stiff tip of her tongue over the super-sensitive button, driving Angie insane with pleasure.
Angie couldn't think straight. She couldn't think of anything but how badly she needed this hot loving and how urgently she needed to come. She just let her horny instincts take over, and she arched her body to shove her throbbing clit harder against Nicole's lashing tongue.
"I need to come!" she sobbed, both shy and desperate.
"I'll make you come, baby," Nicole answered huskily. "I'll make you come better than any man ever did. You just relax and go with it."
She jammed her lips around Angie's cream-soaked clit and began sucking it hard. Angie screamed with bliss and almost flew off the bed. She drenched Nicole's face with helpless spurts of sizzling cunt cream. The pleasure was intense, the most powerful pleasure she'd ever experienced.
"Ooooh, God, yessss!" she shrieked.
Nicole's sucking was obscenely loud, echoing through the room and punctuated by Angie's shrill cries of pleasure. Angie kept her eyes closed tight, wanting to blot out everything else. She'd never had a more exciting sexual experience, and she wanted to enjoy it to the hilt.
Unfortunately, it didn't last long. It felt too damned good, and she was too damned horny. Sharp stabs of pleasure ripped from her clit to her pussy, pleasure so intense that she couldn't keep from coming. In less than a minute of Nicole's expert clit-sucking, Angie was in orbit.
"Unnnhhh, God, yesssss, whaaahhhhh!" she howled.
Nicole cupped her ass tight and held her writhing pelvis still so she could go on sucking. She sucked Angie steadily through the body-blasting climax, milking out every last drop of sensation and leaving the young blonde dazed and drained with release. Angie flopped down on the bed and panted to catch her breath.
Nicole had made good on her boast. She'd made Angie come harder than Carl ever had. Of course, Carl hadn't been the world's hottest lover, but even so, Angie was shocked that another woman could make her come like that. She opened her eyes, looked at Nicole, and blushed hard.
"I-I don't know what came over me," she said. "I feel so ashamed of myself."
"Oh, bullshit," Nicole laughed. "What's wrong with two people making each other feel good? Don't be so serious, Angie. You're human, just like the rest of us. You need sex."
"Yes," Angie agreed bashfully, "but I never thought I'd do it with another woman."
"Hey, women can do great things for each other," Nicole grinned. "They know more about some things than men do. Let me show you something else."
She dived for Angie's pussy again, going belly-down and wriggling between her legs. Angie sobbed with pleasure as her hot little tongue lashed the swollen folds of her cunt gash. God help her, she just couldn't resist that kinky pleasure. Even though she'd just come long and hard, she was greedy for more.
"Mmmmm, shit, yesss!" she gurgled.
Now she was using dirty words. She'd never done that before, at least not out loud. Nicole was driving her crazy with that stiff little tongue of hers. Now it was rimming the small wet mouth of her cunt, teasing and probing. Nicole darted her tongue in and out of Angie's cunt, penetrating her lightly, just enough to make her crave more. .
Angie clawed the bed and screwed her eyes shut, lost in pleasure again. Right now, she didn't care what her parents might think or what Carl had thought. She was feeling the hottest pleasure of her life, and she didn't want it to stop. She wanted Nicole's darting tongue as deep as she could get it.
Soon she got what she craved. Nicole made her tongue as long and rigid as she could, then fucked it deep into Angie's steamy little pussy. Angie arched her body to take it, moaning and creaming uncontrollably. She sobbed with bliss as the wet meat crammed her cunt.
"Unnnhhh, shit, yesss!" she howled.
Nicole slid her hands under Angie's hot little ass and gripped it firmly. She started fucking Angie with her tongue, slamming the wet hot slab of meat deep and hard in her starved pussy hole. Angie sobbed in ecstasy and creamed all over Nicole's face.
"I can't help it!" she whimpered. "I love it!"
"Mmmmm, mmmmm!" Nicole gurgled, pistoning her tongue even faster.
Angie couldn't believe how great it felt to be tongue-fucked. It was better than any fucking Carl had ever given her with his cock. Of course, Carl hadn't exactly gone out of his way to make her enjoy it, but she was still astonished that a woman's small darting tongue could make her feel this great.
"Oooh, harder!" she wept. "Faster! I need to get off so bad, Nicole!"
Nicole gave her what she wanted, tongue-fucking her very fast and hard. Her tongue made a lewd sucking noise as it reamed out her pussy cream, and Nicole was growling lustily. She really seemed to get off on what she was doing. Her lusty greed just fed Angie's wild excitement.
"Ooohhh, ohhh, I'm gonna come!" she sobbed.
Nicole suddenly grabbed Angie's hand and dragged it down between her legs. She knelt there, tonguing Angie's cunt like it was candy, and she worked Angie's middle finger into her own cream-drenched scorching pussy. Angie knew what she wanted. She finger-fucked Nicole hard and fast.
"Unnnhhh, unnnhhhhh!" Nicole groaned.
Angie felt wicked excitement as the other woman's hot wet cunt clamped and throbbed around her deep-driving finger. Nicole fucked her tongue steadily in Angie's squirting pussy, and Angie imitated her hard rhythm with her jerking finger.
They brought each other off at the same second. Nicole gave a muffled groan, shuddered, and soaked Angie's finger with a big blast of sizzling cunt cream. Angie climaxed hard around Nicole's throbbing tongue.
"Ohhh, shit, yesss, whaaahhhhh!" she howled.
Carl had never given her a climax like this. Angie could see how she'd easily get hooked on this kind of kinky pleasure. But she wasn't totally sold yet. She still felt embarrassed about making it with another woman.
Nicole seemed to sense that. She kissed Angie lightly on the cheek and said: "You take a rest before you start dinner, honey. Think about things. Think about how much fun you and I can have, and we'll discuss it later."
CHAPTER FIVE
Twenty-four hours passed, and Angie still hadn't decided if it was right or wrong to have fun with Nicole. She knew she wanted to do it again, yet it didn't fit in with the beliefs she'd had all her life.
One thing she couldn't deny, though-Nicole had awakened all her repressed desires. Angie was ready for sex, real sex. She was ready to enjoy it with the right person, to try all the things Carl would never let her do. The question was, who was the right person?
Angie was still wondering when the Mannings got home from work. Nicole smiled at her but didn't say anything about getting together. Angie felt both disappointed and relieved. Her body craved more touching and loving, but she knew she needed more time to think.
That evening, she retired to her room as usual, leaving the rest of the house to her employers. She tried to read, but she couldn't concentrate. She switched on the little color TV set the Mannings had provided for her, but she only watched one show before she started feeling restless.
She knew what the problem was. She wasn't interested in reading or TV. What she wanted was sex. Her pussy was hot, swollen and wet. She couldn't get her mind off all the delicious and exciting things she'd done with Nicole last night. Hell, she felt so horny, she'd even have welcomed one of Carl's silent fucks in the dark.
But Carl was dead, and she had no one else to turn to for relief. She couldn't very well barge into the Mannings' bedroom and ask Brad if she could borrow his wife for a night of lovemaking. The only way to relieve her nagging lust was to masturbate.
Angie switched off the TV, got into her nightgown, and stretched out on the bed. She was blushing, and she knew why. She could still hear her mother's stern voice warning her about playing with herself. She didn't believe her mother anymore, but the voice was still there.
She slid a hand up under her nightgown and touched the sizzling puffed flesh of her cunt. It felt so nice to rub the swollen cunt flesh. She closed her eyes and stroked her needy pussy slit, feeling soothing rushes of pleasure. It was nice to know that she could get off all by herself.
Of course, it wasn't nearly as exciting as having a partner, but it would just have to do. She wouldn't be able to sleep till she eased the hot ache in her pussy. In fact, she was so eager that she decided to take a short cut. She grasped her clit between thumb and forefinger and began kneading it, knowing she could get off very fast that way.
"Mmmmmm, God, yes!" she sighed.
Then there was a knock at her door.
Angie blushed furiously and whipped her cream-soaked hand away from her pussy. She pulled down her nightgown, got off the bed, and padded barefoot to the door, her heart pounding. It scared her to know that she'd almost been caught playing with herself.
She opened the door, and there was Brad, smiling at her. He was so handsome, she thought. She was attracted to his tall strong body, his brown curly hair, and those sexy blue eyes. Quickly, she reminded herself that he didn't belong to her. He was Nicole's husband.
"Hi, Angie," he grinned. "May I come in for a minute?"
"Of course, Mr. Manning," Angie said.
"Call me Brad," he laughed.
He brushed by her and closed the door behind him. Angie wondered what in the world he wanted at this time of night. Usually, he and Nicole would be downstairs watching the tube or, as she'd recently discovered, making out on the rug. She waited nervously for him to speak.
"I just wanted to ask how you're doing," he said at last. "How do you like your job?"
"Oh, I like it a lot, sir-I mean, Brad," Angie said. "I love my room, and I like you and Mrs.
Manning very much."
"Good," Brad said, "but aren't you a little lonely?"
Angie reddened and said: "Well, sure, I get lonely sometimes, but I keep pretty busy, too."
"Well, I want you to be perfectly happy in this job," Brad said. "And if you're lonely, I can do something about it."
"What do you mean, Brad?" Angie asked.
He walked up to her and put his hands on her shoulders.
"I mean, you're a normal, healthy young woman," he said gently. "And you're not meant to be alone. Above all, you need a man in your life. I'd be glad to help out."
Angie still didn't understand what he was getting to-until he leaned down and kissed her. She wasn't expecting it, and he took her off guard. His strong arms slipped around her, almost lifting her off her feet, and his big hot tongue slid into her mouth, exploring sensuously.
Angie was so ashamed of her response. She felt a dizzying rush of lust that turned her knees to rubber. She slumped against Brad, and he slid his hands down to cup her ass through her nightgown and pull her even tighter against him. Their bodies were pressed hard together.
"Unnnhhh!" Angie moaned.
It was half desire and half protest. She was creaming like crazy for this man, yet she felt it was totally wrong to get it on with another woman's husband. She especially didn't want to hurt Nicole. Nicole had been so nice to her, especially last night.
She pushed weakly at Brad's shoulders, but she couldn't break his powerful hold. As he worked his tongue in her mouth, his hands strayed over her body, and she wished desperately that she'd worn something under her nightgown. He could feel every curve, every contour.
Finally, he let her breathe again, and she struggled to wriggle out of his embrace.
"Please, Brad!" she cried. "Let me go!"
"Why?" he asked with a calm smile.
"Are you kidding?" Angie sputtered. "You're married, for one thing. And I like Nicole so much. I don't want to do anything to hurt her."
"She won't know a thing about it," Brad said. "She's very tired tonight, and she's taken a sleeping pill and gone to bed. Nothing could wake her up before morning. So just relax and enjoy. I'm sure you need this."
Angie was sure, too. She desperately needed a man to make love to her. She was so starved for sex, she even missed Carl. But she couldn't justify fucking with Nicole's husband, even though he excited hell out of her. She might be putting her puritanical ideas behind her, but she still had a conscience. Using all her strength, she finally managed to get loose from Brad's powerful hands.
"No, Brad," she said shakily. "I can't do it. It's wrong."
He didn't seem upset, but he wasn't leaving, either. He smiled and said: "You're really an old-fashioned girl, Angie. I like that. But I think I can change your mind."
He scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed. Angie blushed furiously. He set her down and grabbed the hem of her long nightgown, whisking the garment up to her waist. Her blush deepened as he gazed hungrily at her naturally golden cunt bush, curvy little hips, and tiny firm waist.
"Beautiful," he murmured.
Angie tried to pull down her nightgown, but Brad was too quick and too strong for her. He threw himself down on her legs and held her nightgown up. He buried his face in her soft warm cunt bush, and she shivered with lust as she felt his hot breath on her swelling pussy mound.
She knew she was close to losing control of herself. Her desires had been all bottled up, years of them, till Nicole let them loose. Now, Angie couldn't bottle them up again. She felt a sizzling spurt of juice from her cock-starved cunt. Brad was so sexy, so attractive, and he obviously wanted her. It was going to be so hard to resist him.
Holding her nightgown up with one hand, he slid the other hand between her thighs. Angie moaned and tried to lock her thighs shut, but she wasn't fast enough. She felt Brad's stiff index finger moving between the slick wet folds of her pussy, and she shivered with pleasure.
"See?" Brad said soothingly. "You're all hot and wet, honey. You need this. I can make it real good for you."
"I-I know that, Brad!" Angie moaned. "But that still doesn't make it right! You belong to Nicole!"
"Angie," Brad said. "Nobody belongs to anybody."
He slid his stiff finger back and forth over her needy hot cunt, and she tried not to wail with excitement. She wondered if he was right. She'd always felt she belonged to Carl, because she was his wife, yet Carl had done so little to ease the hot urges of her healthy young body.
Maybe she hadn't belonged to him after all, because they weren't right for each other. She sensed that Brad was right for her, as far as sex was concerned. She could really have a fantastic time with the guy. Already, he was working her to a fever pitch of excitement just by using his finger on her pussy.
He worked the finger faster, stimulating the engorged folds of her hungry pussy. She blushed hotly because she couldn't stop her horny creaming. She soaked his finger again and again with helpless spurts of molten cunt juice. She couldn't hide her lust from him.
"Relax!" he whispered. "Let me get you off this way!"
Angie was very tempted. Dizzily, she told herself that it was no big deal if Brad made her come with his finger. It wasn't as if they were going all the way. Fucking really would be cheating on Nicole, but maybe this was all right.
Her tense body began to relax as Brad kept up his expert finger play over her famished cunt. He moved his finger onto her clit, the most sensitive spot of all, and massaged the little button till Angie was squirming and whimpering with pleasure. She felt sizzling cream overflowing her cunt and running down her ass crack.
"Ohhhhh, God!" she moaned.
"Yes, it feels good," Brad said gently. "Go with it."
He took her cut between his thumb and forefinger and began kneading it. Angie had been doing exactly the same thing to herself when he interrupted her, but somehow it felt a thousand times more exciting when a man did it to her. She closed her eyes and felt herself sailing toward orgasm.
"Unnnhhh, my God, ooooh!" she moaned.
Brad firmed his grip on her juicy throbbing clit and worked it even faster between his fingers. Angie clawed the bed and bared her teeth in a lusty snarl. She couldn't have stopped that oncoming orgasm even if she'd wanted to.
She arched her body, greedily shoving her clit even farther between Brad's kneading fingers. The orgasm began in the base of her clit and thundered out to sear through her whole body. She couldn't stifle her wail of relief.
"Ahhh, yesss, whaaahhhhh!" she cried.
She felt Brad rolling her squirting clit between his fingers as she came, making her climax as long and as powerfully as he could. She kept coming and coming, soaking his hand with thick boiling pussy cream, whining with hot pleasure. Then she fell back, panting and blushing.
"I shouldn't have let you do that!" she moaned. "It just isn't right!"
"Bull," Brad laughed. "You're way overdue for this, Angie. You'll feel a lot better when I'm finished with you."
Finished? She'd thought he was finished already. He'd gotten what he wanted. He'd proved that she was horny, and he'd made her come in spite of her protests. He couldn't have humiliated her any more than that.
But now he was pushing his face between her thighs, and she felt his hot breath teasing her hungry pussy. Then she felt something even more exciting, his big wet tongue licking and teasing her engorged pussy folds. She sizzled with pleasure and creamed all over his face.
"Ohhh, God, Brad, noooo!" she wailed.
She meant it, but her hoarse voice told him how excited she was. She knew it was wrong to let a married man go down on her, but she loved it. Brad tongue-lashed her cunt faster and harder, and she just couldn't go on fighting him. She needed this too much.
Sobbing and whimpering with pleasure, Angie let her legs fall wide open. She was tired of fighting something she needed so badly. Brad raked his big stiff tongue back and forth over her tangy-tasting cunt, licking up her cream. She fed him a steady river of the stuff, unable to stop.
His expert tongue was everywhere, lashing the juicing mouth of her cunt, tickling her clit, even teasing the puckered mouth of her shitter. Angie was going crazy with excitement. This was real loving, a million times better than anything her stern old husband had given her.
This was the way it really ought to be between a man and a woman-except that this man belonged to somebody else. Angie was so sorry about Nicole, but she couldn't control her lust any longer. She needed everything Brad had to offer, and she was going to take it. She sobbed in ecstasy as he jammed his lips around her throbbing clit and began sucking her off.
"Oooh, shit, yesssss!" she wailed.
There she was swearing again, but she just couldn't help it. Brad was a fantastic pussy-sucker, and her body was shaking with arousal. The obscene wet sounds of his sucking echoed through the room, along with her shrill cries of bliss. She closed her eyes tight and forgot everything else.
"Unnnhhh, shit, it's so good!" she gurgled. "Don't stop, honey, suck meeee!"
Brad cupped her writhing little ass and held her pelvis still as he sucked her off. His lips were firm and hot and wet around her super-sensitive clit, and he sucked her fast, never breaking the exciting rhythm. Angie dug her nails into the bed and arched her body, keeping her greedy clit tightly jammed between his lips.
She felt the pleasure building in her belly till she just couldn't contain it a second longer. One more hot loud suck from Brad, and she was in orbit, her body wracked by a long violent orgasm. She drenched his face with her thickly spurting come-juice. She'd never come so hard before.
"Unnnnnh, God, you did it, I'm comingggg!" she howled. "Unnnhhh, shit! Whaaahhhh!"
She soaked his face again and again with her boiling pussy cream, and she whimpered in ecstasy as the delicious orgasm went on and on. Carl had never made her come like this but, damn him, he could have. If he'd paid any attention at all to her needs, he could have made her very happy in bed.
Carl didn't know the secret of pleasing a woman, but Brad did. He went on sucking Angie's throbbing clit till she'd gotten every last sizzle of sensation out of her climax. Then he gently laid her down, stood up, and began taking off his clothes. Angie watched him breathlessly.
"Now I'm going to give you what you really need, Angie," he said.
CHAPTER SIX
Angie was still dizzy and shaken from her long orgasm, and at first she didn't understand what Brad was saying. She watched in a daze as he stripped, ogling his hard male body. As he skinned out of his shorts, his steel-hard cock snapped free and wagged lewdly before him.
Angie stared at his cock. It seemed huge to her, massive and thick and long. Of course Angie hadn't had much experience with cocks. Carl's cock was the only one she'd seen before this, and she'd gotten just a peek at it before he turned out the lights to fuck.
Still she was fascinated with Brad's rigid blue-veined prick. Carl had never let her look at his cock or even touch it, so this was a real luxury. Brad didn't seem to mind at all. He stood there smiling and letting her stare. Then she realized what she was doing, and she blushed hotly and lowered her eyes.
"Hey, don't be embarrassed," Brad said, sliding onto the bed beside her. "It's okay to look."
"I-I wasn't raised that way," Angie said. "And my husband didn't think it was right. He wouldn't let me see it or touch it."
"What?" Brad exclaimed with a snort of laughter. "I don't believe it!"
"Carl and I were raised the same way," Angie said. "We were taught not to enjoy sex. I know that sounds silly."
"Silly, hell," Brad said, "it's insane. So Carl wouldn't let you see him naked? What about the other way around? Did he look at you?"
"Oh, no," Angie said. "He insisted that I wear a long nightgown to bed, and he didn't want me to change clothes in front of him."
"The guy was nuts!" Brad exclaimed. "Jesus, who could resist looking at you?"
He pulled off Angie's nightgown and flung it off the bed. He eased her down on her back and ogled her slim young body. His eyes traveled hungrily over her golden cunt bush and pert high-riding tits. Angie was blushing, yet she was thrilled to see that this attractive man obviously liked her body.
"Poor old Carl," he said. "He was a lot older than you, wasn't he?"
"Yes," Angie said. "He was very old-fashioned."
"Well, it was too late for you to save Carl," Brad said, "but it's not too late for me to save you."
"What do you mean, save me?" Angie asked.
"I mean, teach you to enjoy sex," Brad said simply. "Isn't it about time you learned?"
Angie could have told him that she was learning already, and that she'd started last night with his wife. But of course she wouldn't mention that. The situation was awkward enough already. Both Brad and Nicole seemed to want her for their lover. It was getting to be quite a juggling act for the inexperienced young maid.
Now Brad was running his hands up and down her sleek hot body, making her squirm with desire. She couldn't believe how horny he made her feel. He'd gotten her off twice already, with his finger and his lips, and still she was hot for more. She eyed his rigid thick cock again and blushed.
Brad suddenly dipped his head between her thighs and began tongue-lashing her clit. Angie wailed with pleasure and almost flew off the bed. If only Carl had done that to her, she'd have been a very happy wife. She wondered if anything could feel more delicious.
"Ooooooh, yessss!" she gurgled.
Brad tongued her clit fast, making her cream like crazy. Her pussy grew swollen and wet and scorching hot, and she began jerking her hips in a helpless fucking motion. Then suddenly he stopped and raised his head, leaving her writhing with unsatisfied desire.
"Oh, please, Brad," she sobbed.
"Please what?" he coaxed.
"Please get me off again," Angie begged, blushing but frantic with need. "I have to get off."
"Sure, honey, I'd love to get you off," he said, "but we're going to do it another way this time."
He slid up on top of her, and she felt his massive hard boner throbbing against her mound. He used his knees to work her legs wide apart, then sank down between them. Angie pushed at his shoulders and tried to wriggle free, but he was too strong and heavy for her.
"Oh, no, Brad!" she cried. "That's going too far!"
"You need it," he said. "You can't deny that."
No, she couldn't deny it. She needed to be fucked very badly, but she still didn't believe in doing it with another woman's husband. She struggled, but in vain. She felt the hard thick head of Brady's cock spreading her tender cunt lips and moving into her famished pussy.
"Nooooooo!" she wailed.
That was her last sound of protest. Brad paid no attention to it, steadily working his throbbing cock deeper into her seething slick cunt. Angie found herself arching her body to take it. She wanted it as deep as she could get it.
She knew it was wrong, but she had to have it. Whimpering with lust and creaming all over his cock, she arched her body till her ass left the bed, taking his meat clear to her womb. She loved the feeling of being crammed with rock-hard cock. She'd loved it even with Carl.
Brad slid his hands under her ass and cupped the hot firm globes. He began fucking her slowly, deeply and sensuously. Angie couldn't control her natural lusty instincts any longer. She jerked her hips to his rhythm, meeting each downward thrust with an upward thrust of her hips.
She couldn't stop creaming, and she couldn't control the horny pumping of her hips. She clawed Brad's broad shoulders and licked and nibbled his neck. Her tits went taut against his chest, the stiff nipples digging in. Her whole body was overwhelmed with lust.
Brad was right. She needed this. She loved it. But still she felt ashamed of herself, and she couldn't bear to let him know how horny she was. She lay still and silent, except for the helpless pumping of her hips. She acted the meek frigid little wife, just as she'd done with Carl.
But Carl had wanted her to act that way, and Brad didn't.
"Come on, Angie!" he panted. "Show some life! You know you like me to fuck you! I can feel you creaming all over my cock. Don't hide it, baby, be honest about it."
"I can't," Angie whimpered. "I just wasn't brought up that way, Brad."
"I'll see what I can do about that!" he growled.
He firmed his grip on her hot little ass and began fucking into her harder and harder. His stiff cock ground up and down over her clit, giving her hard blasts of pleasure. It felt so damned good to have a thick cock pistoning in her cunt again. Angie was about to explode with excitement.
And wasn't Brad right after all? What was so shameful about showing her real feelings? What was wrong with being horny and loving sex? In spite of all the things Carl and her folks had taught her, Angie couldn't believe that fucking was sinful. It just felt too damned good.
"Come on, baby, go with it!" Brad panted.
He hammered his steel-hard cock into her so hard that her slim body shuddered with the impact. She clawed hard at his shoulders and sobbed with pleasure. That hot friction between her clit and his shaft was driving her fast towards orgasm, and she couldn't hide her excitement much longer.
She screwed her eyes shut and forgot everything but the delicious sensations she was getting from Brad's deep-pounding cock. She couldn't think about anything else now. She'd never been fucked so well, and she'd never loved it so much. She began tightening her greedy pussy around his thick cock, seeking even more thrilling friction.
"Unnnnhhh, ooooooh!" she wailed.
"Yeah, I'm gonna make you come," Brad rasped.
Angie told herself to keep quiet when she came, just like she'd always done with Carl. She didn't want him to know how insanely aroused she was. But as the powerful orgasm ripped through her body, she forgot all about modesty and pride. She threw back her head and wailed.
"Ahhhhhh, shit, I'm cominggggg!" she screamed. "Oooooh, unnnnnhhhhh!"
Brad fucked into her as hard and fast as he could, taking her through that body-wracking climax, giving her all the hot sensation she could handle. Angie went out of her mind with ecstasy, writhing and bucking and clawing. Her voice was hoarse with pleasure.
"Oooooh, God, fuck meeeee!" she howled.
Brad helped her to get every last drop of sensation out of her long hard orgasm. He breathed raggedly as he fucked her through it, but when she finally went limp he collapsed on top of her, panting. She felt his cock still hard and throbbing inside her, and she was surprised.
"You didn't come," she said.
"Hell, no," Brad chuckled. "I'm just getting started."
"Carl always came when I did," she said, adding bitterly, "not that he could tell when I was coming. He didn't like to know about it. Nice girls don't come, you know."
"Honey," Brad said, "Carl had some pretty weird hang-ups. But he's gone now, and you can forget about him. You can start enjoying your body, the way you were meant to."
He rose, pulling his dripping cock out of her cunt, and then flipped her over onto her hands and knees. Angie gasped when she felt him grasp her hips and press the slick head of his cock against her cunt mouth. It seemed wickedly exciting to be doing it in the doggy position.
"I never did it this way before," she said. "Carl said the only decent way was with the man on top."
"Forget Carl," Brad said firmly. "He didn't know shit about fucking. I'm gonna teach you how it's really done."
He began easing his throbbing thick boner into her greedy wet twat, and Angie dug her nails into the bed and whimpered with excitement. She'd come so many times with this man, but she still wanted more from him. It was like she'd never really fucked before. Brad was right-Carl didn't know shit. And Angie found herself eager to learn from Brad.
"Yes, yesssss!" she moaned. "Stick it in me, fuck me!"
"Good girl!" Brad panted. "You're learning!"
Angie was learning and loving it. She felt free for the first time, free from all her silly training, her ridiculous hang-ups about sex. Now she knew there was nothing shameful about her body and her natural instincts. It was okay to be horny and okay to show it.
Brad pushed his cock into her womb and began fucking her in slow easy strokes, just the way he'd started out before. The guy was a regular fucking machine, tireless and patient. He brought her along slowly, till she was jerking her hips to his thrusts and soaking his cock with scorching cream.
"Unnnnnnhhh, yesssss, so damned good!" Angie gurgled.
Once he'd worked her out of her shyness and gotten her hotly aroused, Brad fucked her faster. Her body quivered with the impact, and she had to claw the bed to keep upright. But she loved his harder fucking. The faster and harder he did it to her, the more she enjoyed it.
"Yes, yes, fuck it to me!" she groaned. "Keep fucking me real hard, Brad!"
"You're doing great, baby," he panted.
Angie moaned blissfully with each deep thrust of his cock, and she creamed steadily. His deep-plowing dick forced out the thick juice, and it ran down her legs. She just wished the wonderful sensations would never end. She felt like she could fuck all night and still want more.
"Oooooh, Brad, I never knew it could be this good!" she sobbed.
"I'll make it even better," he promised.
Angie didn't see how that was possible. She'd never felt anything better in her life. But as Brad fucked into her harder and harder, she felt even more intense pleasure. Her pretty face twisted into a horny grimace, and she creamed in huge sizzling floods.
"God, I can't believe this!" she panted. "But I'm gonna come again!"
"Terrific," Brad chuckled.
He made sure she got there. She gasped as he reached around her and squeezed her clit. All it took was that one expert squeeze, and she was flying. A powerful climax ripped through her body, and her cunt went into pleasure spasms around his jackhammering cock.
"Ahhhhhh, you did it, aaahhhhhh!" she howled. "I'm cominggggg, aaahhhhhh!"
Still Brad didn't come with her. He fucked her hard through her orgasm, then pulled out and flipped her onto her back again. He grabbed her legs and draped them up over his powerful shoulders, then sank his cock into her steaming depths. He was fucking her as hard as ever.
Angie gurgled and sobbed with delight. She seemed to have an endless thirst for orgasms tonight. She'd lost count of how many times she'd come, but she kept wanting more. She fucked back at Brad and sizzled thick cream aound his deep-driving prick.
"Oooooh, yesssss, shit, ooooooh!" she wailed.
There'd be no hiding anything from this man, not after tonight. He knew how urgently horny she was, and he was unleashing desires that even Nicole hadn't explored. Between the two of them, they'd turned their shy inhibited maid into a regular sex fiend. She just couldn't get enough.
"Look at me, Angie," Brad ordered hoarsely.
She looked him right in the eyes as he fucked her, and to her amazement she didn't feel embarrassed at all. She got off on it. Grimacing with lust and pleasure, she held his gaze as he fucked into her like a pile driver and brought her to the brink of yet another hard orgasm.
"You love this, don't you, Angie?" Brad rasped. "You love to fuck me?"
"Yes, yessss, I love it," Angie sobbed. "Ohhhhh, shit, Brad, I'm cominggggg! Oooooh, whaaaaahhhhhhh!"
"Awwwwww, Christ, aaaagggghhhhh!" Brad roared.
This time, at last, he was coming along with her, boiling his thick heavy load into her sucking little pussy. They rocked and writhed together for a long delicious time, and Angie felt deliciously well fucked, satisfied at last.
As Brad pulled out of her, she looked shy but grateful.
"Good night," he said gently. "Don't worry about a thing. You have nothing to feel bad about."
"But Nicole-"
"Sssshhhhh," Brad said. "I promise you, you don't have to worry about Nicole."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Angie had plenty to think about the next day after the Mannings left for work. She'd gotten herself into a crazy situation, with both husband and wife wanting her for a lover. What was she going to do about it?
One thing was for sure, she couldn't let Nicole or Brad know that they were competing against each other. She didn't want to do anything to hurt their marriage. She liked them both very much, and they seemed like such a happy couple, so hotly attracted to each other.
That was the real puzzle, how Nicole and Brad could lust for each other and for the maid at the same time.
Angie didn't think she'd ever figure it out. All she could do was keep cool, be careful, and try to keep her two lovers from finding out about each other. She knew she wasn't going to give them up. She needed both of them too much.
She was surprised when Nicole came home alone that evening.
"Brad has to go to a dinner," Nicole explained. "He won't be home till late." Then she grinned and said, "Does that give you any ideas, Angie?"
Angie blushed but managed to smile. It certainly did give her some ideas. She made a small candlelit dinner for herself and Nicole, and Nicole played footsie with her under the table. Angie still thought it was pretty kinky for two women to make out, but she found herself getting wildly aroused. By the time dinner was over, she was seething with desire.
Maybe it was wrong, but she was going to go with her instincts. She was tired of fighting her own hot-blooded nature. She and Nicole wanted each other, and if nobody else knew about it, who were they hurting?
"Let me help you clean up," Nicole said.
"You shouldn't do that," Angie protested. "I'm your maid, after all."
"But you're also my friend," Nicole said.
They carried the dishes into the kitchen and got them into the dishwasher as fast as they could. Then Nicole backed Angie up against the counter and kissed her. There couldn't be any doubt about her intentions. She slid her tongue into Angie's mouth and probed around.
Angie creamed right through her panties. When they finally came up for air, Nicole took her hand and led her upstairs, and Angie didn't make a word of protest. They went into Angie's room and quickly took off their clothes. Naked, they tumbled onto the bed and grabbed for each other.
Nicole's body was so soft and pleasant to touch. She wasn't hard and hairy like a man. Angie liked men's bodies, too, but this was a thrilling change. She ran her hands all over
Nicole, and Nicole caressed her everywhere. They exchanged deep steamy tongue-kisses.
"I've been thinking about this for two days now," Nicole said huskily. "You really turn me on, Angie."
"You turn me on, too," Angie admitted shyly. "I don't know why. I never imagined doing anything like this."
"You're free now," Nicole said. "You can do anything you want, anything that feels good."
That was true. Angie's stern parents were all the way across the country, and her prudish husband was dead. She could start a brand-new life and make up her own mind about things like sex. She could start obeying her own desires instead of following someone else's rules.
She liked the idea a lot, and she relaxed totally as she and Nicole touched each other. Nicole cupped her small high tits and squeezed them lustily, and Angie got the nerve to do that same thing to Nicole. She ran her hands over Nicole's ripe full tits and found that she loved to touch them.
"Mmmmmm, yes, honey, keep doing that!"
Nicole gurgled.
Angie squeezed the big hot melons and felt Nicole's large nipples going rigid with arousal. They throbbed and poked into her palms. She followed a crazy urge, stuck out her tongue, and began licking her nipples. Nicole gurgled with delight and did the same thing to Angie, whipping her hot wet tongue over her tender nipples.
"This is fun," Nicole giggled. "It sure makes an interesting change of pace, doesn't it?"
"I can't believe I'm doing it," Angie said.
"I bet you'll believe this," Nicole said.
She started kissing and licking her way down Angie's slim smooth body, nosing into her blonde pussy fur. Angie wasn't so uptight this time, and she eagerly bent her legs and opened them wide. Nicole rolled between them and brought her face within an inch of Angie's steaming pink slit.
"Ooooooh, God!" Angie squealed.
Nicole was licking her pussy, and it felt fantastic. Being a woman herself, Nicole knew just where to lick, what places were most sensitive. Her naughty little tongue was all over the place, teasing and exploring, but she kept returning to the best spot of all, Angie's stiff and throbbing clit. , Angie closed her eyes and lay there gurgling with delight. Brad had gone down on her, too, and he was an expert, but it felt just as exciting when his wife did it to her. Maybe it was even more exciting, because it was forbidden. Angie creamed helplessly, and Nicole gobbled the tangy juice.
"Unnnnhhhh, Nicole, I just love that!" she sobbed. "Please keep doing it, get me off!"
Nicole made a hungry gurgling noise, letting Angie know that she was famished for her pussy. She used the pointed tip of her tongue to rim and tease Angie's pulsating clit, and Angie whimpered and writhed. She just couldn't stop her heavy creaming.
It felt fantastically good to have her clit tongued, but then Nicole did something even more exciting. She caught Angie's slick button between her lips, jammed her mouth down around it, and started sucking. Angie wailed and arched her body up to get all the delicious friction she could.
"Unnnnhhh, yesssss!" she moaned. "Suck me, baby, suck me till I come!"
She could barely recognize her own voice. The voice was husky with lust, uninhibited. She kept her eyes tightly closed as Nicole noisily sucked her clit and brought her steadily towards the orgasm she craved. The love-starved young widow was in heaven, hot pleasure spasms ripping through her body.
"Oooooh, shit, just a little more!" she moaned.
Nicole was so damned good at it. She knew just how hard and how fast to suck her friend's clit. She gradually increased her speed and force, driving Angie wild with excitement. Angie soaked her tongue, then her whole face, with her uncontrollably spurting cunt juices. Then her body was rattled by a sudden and powerful climax.
"Unnnnhhh, you did it, ooooooooh!" she shrieked. "I'm comingggg, unnnnhhhhh!"
She heard a lusty groan from Nicole. The woman was hotly aroused as she sucked her friend off. Angie kicked and clawed the bed, bucked and writhed. But Nicole managed to keep her lips on target, sucking her hard through the long orgasm. At last Angie flopped back with a happy sigh.
"Oh, Nicole, that was fantastic!" she panted.
"Do it to me now," Nicole leered.
Angie reddened. Somehow it had never occurred to her that she'd be asked to do the kinky things Nicole did. But now that she thought about it, it was only fair. Nicole rolled onto her back, bent her legs, and spread them wide, showing Angie her luscious-looking pink pussy.
The moment Angie saw that juicy flesh, she drooled. She knew she really wanted to go down on Nicole. She dived for the beautiful dark-haired young woman, sliding between her legs and bringing her face an inch from her seething cunt. She stuck out her tongue and began whipping the swollen flesh.
"Ahhhhh, shit, yesssss!" Nicole hissed.
Angie felt lusty and powerful. It thrilled her to know that she could drive this sophisticated woman wild with her tongue. She lashed the wet meat all over Nicole's hot pussy, lapping up her musky cream. Nicole was the one clawing the bed now, her pretty face contorted with lust.
"Yes, yes, that's great, honey!" she moaned. "Keep doing it, get me off!"
Angie didn't need any prompting now. She was really into it, lashing her greedy tongue into every steamy fold of Nicole's tasty cunt. She coated every inch of it with her hot spit. Then she went for the best place of all.
She folded back the dark fur of Nicole's pussy bush and completely exposed her small hooded clit. She attacked it with the stiff tip of her tongue, rimming it swiftly, and Nicole soaked her tongue with a huge flood of sizzling cunt juice. She whimpered and moaned and writhed.
Angie caught Nicole's clit between her lips and began to suck her off. For one wild second she imagined that Carl could see her doing this. He could watch her going down on another woman. Poor old Carl, she thought, he'd just shit. It amused the hell out of her.
There were lots of things she'd like to do to Carl if he was still alive. She'd like to tie him up and make him watch as she and Nicole got it on. Then they could take turns sucking his cock. He'd protest that it was evil and wicked, but they'd keep at it till he shot his load. That would really blow him right into the twentieth century. Angie couldn't help giggling.
"What's so funny?" Nicole panted.
"I was thinking about my husband Carl," Angie said, "and how shocked he'd be if he could see me now."
Nicole giggled, too, and said, "Angie, you're getting a really dirty mind. I love it."
But there was something she loved even more, and Angie gave it to her, jamming her mouth onto her clit again and sucking it like crazy. Nicole soaked her face with hot spurts of cream and she kept arching her body higher, shoving her throbbing clit harder between her lips.
"Ooooooh, suck real hard now, honey!" she sobbed. "I'm almost there!"
Angie gave her what she needed, sucking furiously on her juicy clit, and a second later Nicole stiffened. She remained rigid for a second, then let out a piercing wail and began to convulse. Her molten cunt cream jetted into Angie's face, and her clit seemed to explode.
"Ahhhhhh, shit, you did it, I'm cominggggg!" she howled. "Ahhhhhh, yessssss, unnnnnhhhhh!"
Angie wasn't quite as skilled a clit-sucker as Nicole, and she couldn't keep the wildly throbbing slippery button between her lips as Nicole bucked and writhed. She raised her head and watched her beautiful new friend coming. It thrilled her to know that she'd done all that with her lips and tongue.
"Shit," Nicole panted, "I really got off. That was great, Angie."
"Thanks," Angie said, "but I guess I could use more practice."
"No problem," Nicole leered. "We have time. We can practice right now."
"When's Brad coming home?" Angie asked worriedly.
"Not for hours," Nicole assured her. "Come on, let's do sixty-nine."
Angie nodded eagerly. She'd never done it, of course, but she'd seen Brad and Nicole do it when she spied on them. She let Nicole position her on her back. Then Nicole crouched over her in the opposite direction, pushing her hot pink pussy almost into her face.
"Ready?" Nicole chuckled.
"Mmmmm, I sure am," Angie gurgled.
She seemed to have lost all her inhibitions with this woman. She grasped Nicole's hips and pulled her a little closer, so her tongue could reach that inviting juicy flesh. She began to lick her fever-hot slit, gurgling hungrily as she tasted the tangy thick cream. Nicole shivered with excitement.
"Yeah, that's great, baby," she panted. "You're really learning fast."
Then she dipped her head down low and began licking Angie's cunt. Angie wailed with pleasure and fed her hot bursts of musky cream. The two young women went at each other loudly and greedily with their darting, whipping tongues. They were snarling and gurgling like animals.
It was the wildest sex Angie had ever had, and she was loving every second of it. Her parents would die of shock if they could see her now. They'd wonder how they'd raised their daughter to be a prude, only to have her turn out like this, greedily gobbling another woman's pussy.
Well, Angie didn't care what they thought, not any more. And she no longer believed any of Carl's bullshit about nice women not enjoying sex. Now she believed in her own instincts, and her body was telling her that this was fantastic fun. She gobbled Nicole's tasty thick cream as fast as she could lick it up.
"Mmmmmm, uuummmmmmm!" she moaned.
"Oh, yeah!" Nicole panted. "Isn't this fun? What do we need with a man?"
"Right," Angie giggled.
Then she gave a long hoarse wail as Nicole thrust her stiff tongue into her cunt. Nicole pushed the wet meat into her as deep as she could, then started jerking it up and down, fucking her with that hot little tongue. Angie felt like she was going insane with pleasure.
"Oooooooh, shit, yesssss!" she cried.
She did the same thing for Nicole. She stiffened her slick tongue and thrust it deep and hard into her friend's hot little cunt. She pistoned it in and out, and she heard Nicole's muffled moan of ecstasy. The two young women tongue-fucked each other loudly and greedily.
Angie knew she'd broken free of her prudish ideas now. She'd never have been able to do this if she hadn't. But she felt no guilt, no shame, as she hammered her tongue in Nicole's tangy wet slit and took the delicious deep thrusts of Nicole's hungry tongue.
It all felt right and good to her. They went at each other faster and faster, and Angie felt a huge orgasm building in her cunt. Nicole's steaming box began to tighten around her plowing tongue, and she knew the other woman was rocketing towards climax, too.
They got each other off at almost the same second. Angie groaned in ecstasy as the powerful orgasm ripped through her body, and then she felt Nicole's cunt clamping tight around her tongue. They writhed and rocked together, still tongue-fucking each other like crazy. Their hot mutual orgasm spun on and on.
"Mmmmmm, uuuummmmmm!" Angie moaned.
"Mmmmm, unnnnnnhhhhh!" Nicole cried.
Angie had lost track of time by the time they rolled apart. They flopped down on the bed and opened their eyes. That was when they saw Brad leaning in the open doorway, watching them.
Angie froze in shock.
"Good evening, ladies," Brad drawled. "Having a good time?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Angie waited for the shit to hit the fan. She'd really screwed up, she thought. Now Brad and Nicole would know about each other, and she'd be out of a job. She wished she could make up some excuse for what she'd done, but Brad had caught them in the act.
"Oh, hi, honey," Nicole said, perfectly calm.
Angie stared at her. How could she keep her cool in a situation like this? Nicole was smiling at Brad, and to Angie's astonishment, he smiled back at her. They didn't seem shocked or angry with each other.
"That was naughty of you, Nicole," Brad grinned. "You didn't invite me to this party. You waited till you knew I was going to be out."
Nicole just laughed. "I thought you were going to be out a lot longer than this," she said.
"Obviously," Brad said. "But the meeting was over early, and I decided to come home. Things are a lot more interesting around here than they are at work."
"You're right," Brad said. "But you beat me to her. Score one for you, honey."
Angie couldn't believe this conversation. Brad had just caught his wife making love to another woman, and he'd as much as admitted that he wanted Angie, too. Yet nobody was upset or angry. The Mannings were treating the whole thing like a joke.
"Excuse me," Angie said weakly. "Am I fired?"
They stared at her, then burst into laughter. "Why would we fire you, Angie?" Brad exclaimed. "Obviously we both want you very much."
Angie blushed furiously. She just didn't know how to handle this situation. She was in way over her head, playing with sexual sophisticates. She decided just to keep quiet and let the Mannings work it out. At least they seemed to know what they were talking about.
"Angie," Nicole smiled, "you don't understand our scene. I told you it would take some getting used to. But don't worry. We don't want to fire you. There's no problem here at all."
"Right," Brad said, "not as long as I get my share of the fun.
He started taking off his clothes. A few minutes earlier Angie had felt like she'd lost the last of her inhibitions, but she realized that wasn't true. She gawked and blushed as Brad stripped naked and came to join them on the bed. She just didn't understand what was going on.
"My turn," Brad leered at her. He grabbed her and started kissing and caressing her. As their naked bodies pressed together, Angie felt a helpless rush of lust. But she couldn't relax and go with it. The man was coming on to her right in front of his wife. Angie glanced anxiously at Nicole.
Nicole hadn't stalked angrily out of the room like a normal wife would. She'd just scooted over a little to make room for Brad, and she was watching very intently, her eyes bright with excitement. She didn't look the least bit jealous, only aroused.
"Nicole," Angie stammered, "I-uh-don't understand what's going on here."
"You sure are innocent, honey," Nicole chuckled. "Brad and I are going to share you. We don't want to fight over you. Everything's cool."
The hell it is, Angie thought.
It might be cool for them, but not for her Brad's hungry kisses and caresses were arousing her wildly, yet she couldn't handle this outrageous scene. Apparently she was supposed to get it on with the wife, then the husband, and everything would be okay with everybody.
It just blew her away. Her body was responding to Brad's deep steamy tongue-kisses and knowing hands, but her mind was in turmoil. Then Brad slid a hand between her thighs and started working a stiff finger over her starved pussy, and she couldn't suppress a whimper of pleasure. She blushed as she spurted hot pussy cream all over his fingers.
"Yeah, good, honey," Brad rasped. "Relax, go with it."
"But-but, I feel so strange about this!" Angie sighed.
"We don't," Nicole grinned. "This is the most fun we've had in a long time. Don't spoil it for us, Angie."
Angie got the message, even though she found it hard to believe. They actually wanted to share her and to watch each other doing it. She'd never met anybody like the Mannings before, but she'd do her best to play along with their kinky games.
Soon she found that that wasn't hard to do. Brad was expertly massaging her hot slit, and she felt lust overpowering her. She'd gotten off really good with Nicole, but it seemed like one orgasm wasn't enough for her. She wanted more. She wanted lots.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm!" she gurgled.
"Yes, baby, let Brad turn you on," Nicole said, her voice hoarse with excitement.
Brad ran one hand between Angie's legs, deliciously arousing her cunt, and with the other he squeezed and molded her tender tits. Her tits swelled and her nipples went rigid with desire. She was creaming steadily now, drenching his hand with sizzling cream. Soon her hips were jerking in a helpless fucking motion, telling Brad and Nicole just how horny she was.
"I think she's ready, Brad," Nicole panted.
"Don't be a back seat driver, honey," Brad replied.
"Sorry," Nicole laughed. "I'm just getting so turned on, that's all."
Turned on? Angie could hardly believe her ears. She tried to imagine herself watching as her handsome husband made love to another woman. It was impossible. But to each his own. If this aroused Nicole, fine. It sure as hell was arousing Angie.
Now Brad was sliding down her sleek body and nosing between her hot thighs. She felt his breath tickling her cunt, and she forgot about modesty. She opened her legs wide, bending her knees, and let him go at her exposed pussy. His tongue flashed out, and she felt a violent stab of pleasure.
"Oooooh, yesssss, lick meeeeee!" she howled.
She lay there shaking with bliss as Brad expertly lashed his big hot tongue up and down her boiling cunt. Nothing could feel better than this, she thought. She clawed the bed and creamed furiously, and Brad licked up her tangy juice and gobbled it. The man was as hungry for pussy juice as his wife was. They both gave super head.
Dizzily Angie wondered who was the more exciting lover, husband or wife. She couldn't make up her mind. Both Brad and Nicole could drive her wild with their tongues and lips. She craved both of them and couldn't give up either one of them. So maybe their bizarre solution was the best one for everybody.
"Mmmmmmnim, unnnnhhh, Brad, I can't take much more!" she whimpered. "You're getting me so hot!"
"I told you, honey, she's ready," Nicole panted.
"You two quit ganging up on me," Brad chuckled. "I'll be the judge of when she's ready."
Angie could have told him that she'd never been more horny in her life, but she was content to let him call the shots.
Whatever he did to her felt terrific, and she wasn't choosy. She just lay there moaning with ecstasy as he whipped his big hot tongue over her starved pussy.
Her creaming was thick and uncontrollable, and she was jerking her hips in that helpless fucking motion again. She craved to feel his tongue shooting deep into her cunt, cramming her, but she didn't get it. Brad was just teasing her, working her lust to the boiling point. He seemed set on driving her out of her mind with need.
"Ohhhhh, dammit, Brad, I have to come!" she sobbed.
"See what you did?" Nicole grinned. "You made Angie swear."
But Brad wasn't paying attention to their words. He was gobbling hot musky cunt juice as fast as he could get it, gorging himself on it. The guy was an incredible pussy-freak. Not that Angie was complaining. She loved getting head from Brad-and from his wife.
But more and more she was craving something else. She wanted to take Brad's big hard cock again. It had been such a thrill to be fucked by him, by a man who wanted his woman hot and loud and lusty. She'd never had that experience with Carl, and she ached to repeat it.
Finally, in his own good time, Brad decided she was ready. His face was drenched with her gushing cunt juice, and she was writhing with need. He rose to his knees and draped her legs up over his shoulders. He pushed the engorged head of his cock against her squirting cuntal opening.
"Oh, yes, Brad, stick it in me!" Angie squealed. "Fuck me, I need it so bad!"
"Yes, do it to her, honey!" Nicole hissed.
Nicole was on her knees now, practically bending over the couple, her eyes hot with horny excitement. She panted as she watched Brad slowly but steadily working his thick blue-veined prick into Angie's slick cunt. She seemed just as aroused as Angie was.
"Unnnnhhhh, God, yesssss!" Angie moaned.
Brad wasn't going into her fast enough. She wanted his whole hard cock in her cunt, throbbing against every inch of it. But the slow penetration had a wild thrill of its own. She was practically coming by the time he finally touched bottom.
Nicole seemed to be practically coming, too. She was panting as she watched her husband's thick cock disappear into the maid's fur-fringed pussy hole. Now Angie realized why Brad had chosen that position to fuck her in. It would give Nicole a good view of everything.
He was fucking the maid but trying to turn on his wife. The whole scene continued to be incredibly kinky. Angie would have felt embarrassed if she hadn't been so horny for his cock. She really couldn't worry about having an audience. She just ached to be fucked.
"Come on, Brad, move it!" she groaned.
Brad leered down at her, then started fucking her with maddening slowness. Angie craved some hard fucking, but she knew she'd have to be patient. Brad was still showing off for his wife. He wanted to give Nicole maximum thrills, and to do that, he couldn't rush things.
He slid his rock-hard prick slowly and deeply into Angie's cunt, forcing out her thick hot cream. He pushed till he hit her womb and made her sob with pleasure. Then he slowly drew back for another stroke. Nicole leaned right over them to watch.
Brad leered at her and said, "What do you think, honey? Is our plan working?"
"Mmmmmm, God, is it ever," Nicole said hoarsely. "This is even more exciting than I dreamed."
Plan? What plan were they talking about? Angie wanted to know, but she figured she'd have to wait. Nobody wanted a long discussion right now. Angie was far more interested in getting off. She jerked her hips impatiently, trying to spur Brad into faster action.
"Oooooooh, do it to me!" she moaned. "Fuck me good and hard, Brad!"
Brad just grinned. Nobody was telling him what to do. He speeded up a little, but not enough to give Angie the rough pounding she craved. Still it felt damned good. She whimpered and creamed and clawed the bed as she enjoyed the deep shoves of his throbbing boner.
"Isn't Brad a terrific fuck, honey?" Nicole asked her hoarsely.
"Yes!" Angie whimpered. "But I wish he'd do it harder!"
Brad and Nicole laughed.
"Have you noticed that Angie isn't so bashful now?" Brad said.
"Yeah, and I love it,' Nicole chuckled.
Angie wished they'd quit talking and just let her get on with it. She jerked her hips faster now, frantic for some hard action. Brad very slowly increased his speed, still providing kinky entertainment for his panting wife. Nicole was rubbing her thighs together, her pussy hot with desire.
"Unnnnnhhhh, please, harder!" Angie sobbed.
Brad cupped her hot little ass, holding it off the bed, and plunged his steel-stiff cock to her womb. He was fucking her almost as fast as she wanted it now, and she was going out of her mind with excitement. Her pearly cunt juice squirted out around his prick.
"Yes, yes, you big bastard!" she whined. "Do it hard, fuck the living shit out of me!"
Angie was astonished to hear those wild dirty words from her own mouth. She was insanely aroused, though, and she didn't care what she said. Brad was hammering his stiff cock steadily into her fever-hot pussy, driving her crazy with pleasure, and she had no time to be modest. She ached to come around his deeply pistoning cock.
"Unnnnnnhhh, fuck it to meeeee!" she howled.
"Oooooooh, shit, oooooh!" Nicole squealed.
Angie stared at her. Nicole sounded like she was being fucked, too, and in a way she was. Unable to stand her hot arousal any longer, the lovely brunette had started masturbating. She was working her middle finger in her cunt, plowing it stiffly and swiftly in the slick tunnel.
Brad watched her, too, and his eyes gleamed with insane arousal. He was fucking another woman and making his wife so horny that she had to beat off. He snorted with lust and fucked Angie even harder. Nicole watched his jackhammering cock and matched the pace with her jerking finger.
"Do it to her, fuck her good!" she rasped.
"Oh, shit, girls!" Brad groaned. "I'm afraid I can't hold out much longer!"
Luckily for Angie, she didn't need much more time. She was moaning to the hard deep thrusts of Brad's cock, and she was lustily watching Nicole finger-fuck herself. The excitement was making her dizzy with need. She tightened her hungry twat around Brad's big prick, knowing the hot friction would take her over the edge.
"Ohhhhhhh, fuck, yessssss, I'm com-innnggggg!" the young widow screamed.
Nicole plunged her stiff finger as deep as she could into her dripping cunt and wailed, "Ahhhhhh, shit, whaahhhhhh!"
"Awwwwwww, Christ, aaaggghhhh!" Brad roared.
They were all coming at the same time. Nicole lost her balance and tumbled onto Angie, and they writhed together as Brad emptied his steaming load into Angie's hotly sucking pussy. It was a long delicious minute before the trio rolled apart and caught their breath.
"You two are nuts!" Angie laughed.
"Yeah, but we're fun," Nicole giggled.
"Yeah, you're fun," Angie said. "But I want the whole story now. Tell me about this plan of yours."
CHAPTER NINE
"Nicole and I have been married eight years now," Brad began. "And we still love each other, but we've found that our sex life is getting a little repetitious."
"There's only so many things you can do," Nicole grinned.
"I bet you two have done them all,' Angie laughed. "But go on, Brad."
"Well, we talked about what we could do to liven things up," he said, "and Nicole happened to mention that she's always had a secret letch for girls. She prefers men, of course-"
"Naturally," Nicole giggled.
"But she wanted to try getting it on with women, too," Brad said. "And that idea really turned me on. Also, I thought a triangle would be fun. So what it boiled down to was, we needed a woman to share."
"So you decided to hire a maid," Angie said. "How come you chose me?"
"We both were attracted to you," Nicole said. "You were the youngest and prettiest woman to apply for the job."
"But I didn't have any experience," Angie said.
"That fit in with our plan, too," Brad smiled. "We wanted somebody innocent, somebody we could train."
"So we hired you and then set you up," Nicole said.
"Set me up? How?" Angie asked.
"Honey, it wasn't an accident that we fucked in the swimming pool the other day," Nicole said. "Or that we got it on in the living room. We knew you'd be watching."
"You rats," Angie laughed.
"And then you both seduced me," Angie said. "Very clever. It worked."
"Well, that was our plan," Brad said. "And we just hope you'll go for it. How about it, Angie, will you stay on with us?"
It didn't take Angie long to make up her mind. Some of the things the Mannings did still shocked her, but each time she'd overcome her shock and had fantastic fun. She really did love her job, and it was opening up whole new worlds of excitement. "Yes," she said, "I'll stay."
"Good," Nicole purred. "Now that we've let you in on the whole thing, we can really share you."
She crawled past Brad and stretched out beside Angie. She pulled her into a hot embrace and kissed her, snaking her slick little tongue into her mouth. Angie shivered with arousal. She kissed Nicole back, sliding her tongue into her mouth, and they eagerly caressed each other. They could hear Brad's loud excited breathing.
Angie knew what was coming next. Nicole wanted to fuck her in front of Brad. But this time the young maid was prepared. She knew what the game was, and she was eager to join in. She wantonly rubbed her body against Nicole's and jerked her tongue in her mouth.
Then she slid a hand between Nicole's thighs and started massaging the slick hot flesh of her cunt. Nicole shivered and sighed with arousal, creaming hotly onto Angie's stroking fingers. Her big ripe tits were taut and swollen, her nipples stiff and tingling.
"Mmmmmm, Angie, you sure have changed!" she panted.
"I hope you like it," Angie chuckled.
"Honey, you're just what we dreamed of," Nicole said.
Before, Nicole had always led the way when they made love, but today Angie did it. She kissed and licked her way down the hot silky flesh of Nicole's body and nosed into her soft fragrant bush. She eased her legs apart and sank down between them, her hot breath tickling her friend's steamy pussy.
"Ooooooh, yeah, go down on me, Angie!" Nicole moaned. "God, I'm so horny after watching you and Brad!"
Angie knew how hot that was. She'd gotten aroused out of her mind when she spied on Nicole and Brad. Watching others make love was a deliriously wicked and exciting experience. But now she didn't have to spy any more. When the Mannings had fun, she could be right in the middle of it.
She folded back the dark fur of Nicole's cunt and uncovered her glistening pink pussy. She shot out her tongue and raked it stiffly over her clit, and Nicole gave a shrill squeal of pleasure. Thick cream spurted from her cunt, and Angie greedily licked it up and gobbled it.
"Mmmmm, mmmmm!" she moaned.
"Ohhhhh, shit, yessssss!" Nicole hissed.
"Jesus, you girls are turning me on," Brad said hoarsely.
They stared at him. They'd almost forgotten he was there as they got engrossed in each other. But Brad was there, all right, and he was flushed with lusty excitement, his cock beginning to swell again.
"God, he's got a dirty mind, doesn't he?" Nicole laughed.
"Really," Angie giggled. "Brad, you should be ashamed of yourself."
"You two are full of shit," Brad grinned. "You know damned well you're driving me crazy. How about letting me in on the fun?"
Without waiting for an answer, he crawled between them and slipped his arms around them both. He kissed Nicole, driving his big hot tongue deep into her mouth, then turned and did the same thing to Angie. His big prick mushroomed into a long thick column of steel.
"Hey, this is wild!" he exclaimed.
The women weren't so sure. They'd been doing pretty well for each other before Brad got between them, and now all they were getting was kisses. They were exciting kisses, for sure, but Nicole and Angie were fired up and ready for more heavy action. They writhed with impatience.
"Honey, we want to do more than neck," Nicole said.
"Yeah, we're so horny!" Angie moaned.
"Shit!" Brad groaned. "If only I had two cocks!"
"Well, your tongue works pretty good," Nicole said. "Does that give you any ideas."
"Yeah," he grinned, "it gives me a great idea.
Angie, why don't you play with my cock?"
"Yes, Mr. Manning," Angie laughed.
She scooted down and knelt between his legs. His handsome cock was standing straight up, bulging with blue veins and leaking a thick river of cream. She trembled with excitement. One thing she hadn't gotten to do yet was go down on a guy, and this was her big chance.
She grasped the thick hairy base of Brad's cock, bent low, and stuck out her tongue. She began licking his meat. She was clumsy at first, because she'd never done this before, but she recalled the way Nicole had done it, and she soon had a good steady rhythm going.
"Hey, all right!" Brad panted.
"Good going, Angie," Nicole said.
The young couple seemed content for now just to he there and watch Angie lick Brad's cock. Once in a while Nicole gave her some instructions, while Brad just sighed and breathed hard. Angie eagerly tongued every inch of his cock and left it gleaming with her hot spit.
She found that she loved the special salty taste of his cream, and she gobbled it as fast as she could get it. She rolled it in her mouth, savoring it, then gulped it down and went for more. Soon she'd cleaned the massive purple head of his prick, but she was still hungry.
"Suck it," Nicole suggested. "That'll really get him going."
Angie started easing her mouth down around Brad's rigidly standing boner. It stretched her lips till she thought they'd burst, but she was eager to suck it. She kept going till she choked on it. She drew back coughing as the thick hard head butted into her throat.
"Don't try to take so much," Nicole laughed. "Not many women can get a whole cock in their mouth."
"She can swallow it as far as I'm concerned!" Brad groaned.
But Angie took Nicole's advice and plunged just a little more than half of Brad's huge cock into her steamy mouth. That was just right. It crammed her mouth, throbbing and drooling, and she could suck it freely. She drew in her cheeks and went to work.
"Awwwwwww, shit, yeah!" Brad rasped.
Angie knew she was going to adore cock-sucking. It gave her a wicked thrill to have her mouth full of that throbbing hot meat. Brad began feeding her more salty cream, too, and she gobbled it with a hungry gurgling noise. Her head bobbed faster and faster.
"A natural talent," Brad said hoarsely.
"Yeah, we sure made a good choice," Nicole agreed. "But what are you gonna do to amuse me, honey?"
"I've been thinking about that," Brad leered, "and I've decided that you should sit on my face."
"How crude," Nicole sniffed. "But I'll do it."
"I knew you'd made the sacrifice," he chuckled.
Nicole straddled him, facing Angie so she could watch everything the young maid was doing. She crouched right over Brad's head, her wet pink pussy inches from his tongue. He grasped her hips and drew her even lower, till his greedy tongue could reach her tangy pussy folds. His tongue shot out, and Nicole wailed with delight.
"Ooooooh, baby, yessssss, lick meeeeeee!" she cried.
Angie glanced up and watched as Brad whisked his big hot tongue back and forth over Nicole's rosy cream-drenched cunt. Nicole's eyes rolled, and her pretty face twisted into a horny grimace. She creamed all over Brad's lashing tongue, and he gobbled up her juice.
"Unnnnhhh, honey, this is fantastic!" she moaned.
Angie agreed. It was pretty fantastic to be a part of a fucking trio. She'd never dreamed of herself getting into a scene like this, but she was loving every second of it. She sucked harder and faster on Brad's throbbing cock, and she shivered with excitement.
"Shit, incredible!" he panted. "Our plan is working out great, Nicole!"
Nicole just gurgled. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure as Brad expertly tongued her famished pussy. He raked stiffly over the engorged folds and gobbled her dripping juices. She fed him a steady flood of the hot pearly cream, her lust at the boiling point.
"Baby, that's so fuckin' good!" she sighed.
Angie kept sucking noisily and hungrily on Brad's big hard cock, suctioning the hot cream out of his piss hole and gobbling it. But her eyes were on his whipping red tongue as it lashed relentlessly over Nicole's hot pussy. Angie creamed and squirmed with need. Nicole noticed.
"Brad!" she panted. "This is fun, but it's not gonna get Angie off!"
"Hmmmm, you're right!" Brad panted back. "I'll have to revise my plan!"
But Angie surprised them both as she popped her wet lips off Brad's cock and said, "Wait, I've got an idea."
She didn't know what had put that naughty notion in her mind, but she knew it would work. There was a way for all three of them to get off with each other. Nicole and Brad grinned at her, wondering what their innocent, inexperienced maid would come up with.
"Nicole, you lie on your back," Angie instructed.
Nicole grinned and obeyed, climbing off Brad and stretching out on her back. Angie crawled to her and bent and spread her legs. She nosed between them, stuck out her tongue, and began lashing it over Nicole's tangy-tasting pussy.
Nicole wailed with pleasure.
"Ooooooh, yesssss!" she cried. "Lick me, Angie! Shit, you do that as good as Brad does!"
"Mmmmmmm, rnmmmm!" Angie moaned, gobbling her friend's hot cream.
"Hey, wait a second," Brad said. "We're right back to where we started. You two are getting it on, and I'm left out."
"Oh, no, you're not, Brad," Angie said with a leer. "I want you to get behind me and fuck me."
The Mannings stared at her, then laughed appreciatively.
"Angie, you're incredible," Nicole said. "I think you're even kinkier than we are."
"Now, don't exaggerate, honey," Brad said. "I would have come up with this idea sooner or later."
"Well, let's not talk about it," Angie said. "Let's do it."
"Right," Brad laughed.
He knelt behind her, grasped her slim hips, and fucked the big fat head of his cock into her juicy cunt mouth. Angie threw back her head and whimpered in ecstasy as he pushed into her.
On one long greedy thrust he crammed her horny cunt and butted up against her womb.
"Oh, God, Brad, fuck me!" she groaned. "Fuck the living shit out of me!"
Now it was time for Angie to prove that her crazy idea would work. Her slim body shuddered with the impact of Brad's deep hard fucking, but she still had to keep her tongue on target. She nosed into Nicole's gushing cunt and raked her tongue over the swollen folds.
"God, yessss!" Nicole gurgled.
But Angie had something even more exciting in mind for her beautiful friend. She made her tongue long and stiff, then plowed it deep and hard into Nicole's squirting cunt. Nicole screamed with pleasure and arched her body to take the wet meat. Angie tongue-fucked her furiously.
"Oooooooh, shit, oooooh!" Nicole wailed.
Brad was insanely aroused as he watched the slim blonde maid tongue-fucking his moaning wife. He fucked faster and faster into Angie's hot slick cunt, and she loved the hot friction. It was driving her fast towards orgasm, and she had a hunch that her friends weren't far behind her.
There was no more talking as the horny trio went at each other with pistoning cock and tongue. Brad fucked deep into Angie's slippery smoldering pussy hole, and she imitated his hard rhythm as she worked her stiff tongue into Nicole's fever-hot pussy. She felt Nicole's cunt tightening around her slamming tongue, and then her friend was convulsing and wailing as a gigantic orgasm ripped through her.
"Unnnnnhhh, shit, unnnnggghhhhh!" Nicole howled.
"Awwwwwww, Jesus, take my load, awwwwwwwww!" Brad roared.
"Mmmmmm, unnnnnhhhhhh!" Angie cried.
They were all coming together, rocked by a long mutual climax. Angie's crazy idea had worked even better than she'd dreamed. Nicole and Brad could literally share her in bed. She loved the experience. She'd never dreamed that sex could be this thrilling.
No, she wouldn't quit this job, and she wouldn't be prudish or modest again. She loved her new life with the Mannings. She was up for any crazy adventures they might have in mind. And who knows, she might even lead the way.
CHAPTER TEN
On Saturday morning the Mannings usually slept in late.
When she heard them stirring, Angie marched into the room wearing her short-skirted maid's uniform and carrying a big silver tray.
"Good morning, sir and madam," she said formally. "Your breakfast is served."
She set the tray down on a bedside table, leaning over to do it, her cute little ass pointed towards Brad and Nicole. She made sure they saw that she wasn't wearing panties. She set out their small folding tables on the bed and began to serve breakfast.
She moved a lot, so they could see her braless tits bouncing. She'd left her uniform unbuttoned in front, and now and then they got a glimpse of firm naked tit. As she served them, Nicole and Brad were grinning from ear to ear. But Angie never cracked a smile.
"I'll be back shortly to remove the dishes," she announced in a prim business-like voice.
"Fine, Angie," Brad managed to say, "but when you return, will you change out of that uniform? We'd like you to wear something more interesting."
"Of course, sir," Angie said.
She left the room and went to her own room, where she stripped naked. She waited a few minutes and then returned to the master bedroom, where the Mannings were just finishing their breakfast. She still didn't smile.
Stark naked, she primly cleared the bed, stacking the dishes on the silver tray and putting away the folding tables. By now Nicole and Brad could barely contain themselves. Brad kicked back the covers to reveal that they, too, weren't wearing a stitch of clothing.
"Why don't you join us, Angie?" he leered.
"I beg your pardon, sir?" Angie said coolly. "Are you suggesting that I participate in some kind of filthy orgy? I'm shocked."
"Nobody mentioned a filthy orgy, Angie," Nicole said, trying to play along with her. "What we'd like to do is get you into our bed and fuck and suck you."
"Oh," Angie said. "That's different."
She slid into bed beside Brad. Nicole was on the other side of him. Brad stopped grinning and got flushed with excitement. His eyes glazed over with lust as he glanced at the two gorgeous naked girls beside him.
"Oh, yeah!" he breathed. "Let's get it on!"
"Men," Angie sniffed. "All they think about is sex."
"Right," Nicole said. "Just ignore him. What do you want to do today, Angie? Go shopping?"
"Sounds good," Angie said. "We could hit a couple of malls."
They went on chatting like good little housewives while Brad panted and ogled them. His cock twitched, swelled and rose into a rigid thick column of blue-veined meat. It began to drool, the hot sticky cream running down the engorged shaft. The women stared.
"Oh, look at that," Nicole sighed. "Disgusting."
"Shame on you, Brad," Angie scolded. "This shows where your mind's at!"
She reached out and wrapped her fingers around his cock. Brad groaned and shivered. Then Nicole grabbed his dick, too, and the two young women ran their fists up and down his swollen prick. They rubbed his hot cream all over his cock. Brad looked like he was going to come right then and there.
"We'll have to do something about this," Nicole frowned.
"Yes, it's so embarrassing to look at," Angie agreed. "Let's make it go away."
She leaned down, stuck out her tongue, and whisked it over the sensitive purple head of Brad's cock. He gave a lusty shudder and fed her more thick hot cream. While she licked his cock, Nicole pumped it. Brad glanced from one woman to the other, his eyes hot and excited as they both came onto him at the same time.
"You girls are gonna make me come!" he groaned.
"No shit," Nicole giggled.
Angie tongue-whipped and play-nibbled the fat hard head of his stiff cock, licking up his tasty cream. Brad slumped back against the pillows and breathed harshly. Soon Angie raised her head and nodded at Nicole, who took over. Now it was Nicole's greedy hot tongue that lashed Brad's prick.
"Oh, shit!" he groaned. "Oh, fuck!"
His cock bucked violently and leaked more steaming juice. Nicole tongued it up and gobbled it. Then she licked her lips to make them slippery and slid them down the granite column of his cock. She drew in her cheeks and began sucking his prick nosily.
"Unnnnhhhh, Jesus, yeah!" he cried.
Angie didn't like being left out of the action, so she cupped and massaged his big hairy balls while Nicole sucked his cock. Brad's eyes rolled crazily, and his nostrils flared. He bared his teeth in a horny grimace. The guy was going out of his mind with excitement.
"You-you girls are animals!" he groaned.
"And you hate it, right?" Angie chuckled.
Brad just gave a big sappy grin. He was having the time of his life as the two beautiful women, one blonde and one brunette, played with his cock and balls. Nicole was sucking loudly on his prick, gobbling his cream, while Angie squeezed his balls sac. Obviously he couldn't hold out for long.
Angie caught herself drooling as she watched Nicole suck up his delicious cream.
"Nicole," she panted, "let me have a turn, please."
Luckily Nicole wasn't selfish. She raised her head and let Brad's rigid spit-soaked cock escape from her mouth. Angie dived for it, grasping the base and stuffing the rest into her steamy eager mouth. She sucked loudly and greedily on his meat, just as Nicole had done.
"Ohhhhh, shit, gonna shoot pretty soon!" he groaned.
Angie hoped it wouldn't be too soon. She was gorging herself on his salty cock cream. She'd gone so many years without this wild pleasure, and she was making up for lost time. She suctioned the molten juice greedily from his piss hole and gobbled it as fast as she could get it.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmmmm!" she moaned.
"Give me another turn, Angie!" Nicole panted.
Angie hated to quit, but there was only one cock for the two of them, and she had to play fair. She drew back and let Brad's drenched cock snap from her lips. Nicole was on it in a split second, cramming it into her mouth and sucking ravenously. Brad got red-faced with pleasure.
"Shit!" he growled. "I wish this would never stop! But I just can't hold out!"
He wasn't kidding. He spun out of control and began to fuck Nicole's mouth, slamming his engorged cock over her slick tongue. Nicole responded by sucking even harder and faster on his cock, and his eyes rolled back in his head and closed tight as he began to come.
"Eat it, unnnnhhhhh, awwwwww!" he yelled.
Nicole sucked up a big mouthful of his jetting come, then drew back and let Angie have the rest. Angie plunged her mouth down around his squirting prick and drained it, sucking furiously. Brad gasped and flopped back against the pillows, sucked dry.
"Holy shit!" he panted. "That was a first!"
"Glad you enjoyed it, honey," Nicole grinned.
Then she and Angie looked at each other. It had been terrific fun sucking Brad off together, but he was exhausted and they were still wildly aroused. Luckily they had each other. They could get their own special kind of satisfaction.
"Brad, darling, move over," Nicole said.
Brad rolled to one side of the bed, still catching his breath, and the two pretty women dived for each other, kissing and pawing. They rubbed their curvy hot bodies together and darted their tongues into each other's mouth. Both were creaming like crazy.
"Sixty-nine!" Angie panted.
"Perfect!" Nicole moaned.
This time Angie was on the bottom. She lay on her back with her knees bent and spread, and Nicole backed up over her. Angie ogled her friend's luscious-looking pink pussy and felt
Nicole's hot breath on her lusty pussy. They lunged for each other at the same moment.
"Mmmmmm!" Angie moaned.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah!" Nicole panted.
They began whipping their naughty hot tongues over each other's cunt. Brad had caught his breath now, and they had his full attention. He crawled as close as he could to watch them, his eyes gleaming with lusty excitement. But the two horny girls hardly noticed him.
They were engrossed in each other, giving and getting hot pleasure. Angie snaked her tongue stiffly into each steaming fold of Nicole's pussy, and Nicole returned the favor, her hot little tongue everywhere at once. They creamed into each other's face and gobbled tangy juice.
Then Angie carried the game a step farther, making her tongue stiff and sliding it deep into Nicole's boiling velvety box. Nicole moaned hoarsely and soaked her face with sizzling cream. Angie started tongue-fucking her greedily and loudly, thrusting her tongue as deep as she could.
"Ohhhhh, shit, yesssss!" Nicole sobbed. "You do that so fuckin' good, baby!"
Then she did the same for Angie. Angie whimpered in ecstasy as she felt Nicole's stiff little tongue plunging deep into her needy cunt. She arched her body to take it. She loved having her cunt crammed with that throbbing wet meat.
The girls tongue-fucked each other hard and fast, their heads bobbing furiously. Brad lay on his belly and watched them right at bed level, his eyes darting from one jerking tongue to the other. They could hear his loud harsh breathing, and they knew he was insanely aroused, but they didn't have time to tend to his needs.
No, all that mattered right now was getting each other off. They tongue-fucked each other with lightning speed, soaking each other's face with boiling spurts of cunt juice. They seemed to have a special talent for getting each other off at the same moment, and they did it again. Both gave muffled howls of bliss as they came.
"Unnnnhhhhh, mmmmmmmm!" Nicole moaned.
"Ahhhhhhh, unnnngggghhhhh!" Angie cried.
"Oh, Jesus!" Brad rasped.
He watched the maid and his wife tongue each other through a long body-wracking orgasm. Finally they rolled apart and lay on their backs, panting for breath. Brad rose to his knees and grinned, proudly displaying a brand-new hard-on.
"Look what I've got for you, girls," he said. Nicole quickly caught Angie's eye and winked.
"Forget it, Brad," she yawned. "We're finished."
"Yeah, I just couldn't take any more," Angie sighed.
Brad's face fell, but his cock didn't. It hugged his belly stiffly, leaking thick globs of hot cream. The blue veins stood out on his swollen shaft. He was ready for some serious fucking, but all he got from the women was yawns.
"Shit," he said. "This isn't fair. You two had all the fun."
"Bull," Nicole said. "We sucked you off."
"What more do you want, Brad?" Angie complained.
Brad thought it over, then crawled between Angie's legs and nosed into her come-soaked cunt. She gasped with delight when she felt his expert hot tongue tickling and teasing her ever-ready pussy. In seconds she was creaming all over his lapping tongue, and her lust had boiled back in full force.
"Ooooooh, God, yessssss!" she squealed.
Brad abruptly pulled away and dived for Nicole, sliding belly-down between her legs. She gasped, reddened and moaned as he began noisily tonguing her pussy. Pearly cream spurted from her cunt mouth, and Brad gobbled up the musky juice like it was candy.
"Unnnhhhhh, honey, yessssss!" she wailed.
Brad left her and went back to Angie. He kept darting back and forth between the moaning women, licking their pussies and driving them wild. Just as Angie thought she was going to come, Brad would pull away and go down on Nicole. It was delicious and maddening.
"Okay, Brad!" Nicole moaned at last. "Quit fooling around! Be serious!"
"Get us off," Angie begged hoarsely.
"Oh, I thought you girls had finished," Brad said teasingly.
"Get him, Angie!" Nicole cried.
Brad let out a surprised yelp as the two girls jumped on him and wrestled him onto his back. Facing each other, they held him down, greedily eyeing his big stiff-standing prick. Angie held his shoulders, Nicole his legs.
"Which end do you want, Angie?" Nicole leered.
"This one will do just fine," Angie grinned.
Nicole slid forward, straddling Brad with her dripping cunt rubbing his hard cock head. Angie moved over his head, her sizzling slit an inch from his mouth.
"Rape, rape!" Brad shouted.
"Brad, just shut up and do your job," Nicole said.
Brad stopped kidding around and went to work, cramming his rock-hard cock into his wife's slick cunt and thrusting his big stiff tongue into the maid's steaming cunt. Angie and Nicole threw back their heads and howled with pleasure.
"Oh, God, Brad, fuck meeeeeeee!" Nicole wailed.
"Shit, yes, fuck me with your tongue, Brad!" Angie moaned. Brad really outdid himself, going at both women with hard deep thrusts. They bounced' up and down the. thick skewers of his tongue and cock. They were dizzy with pleasure, but that didn't keep them from exchanging grins.
"Mmmmmm, I'm really glad I work for you guys!" Angie panted.
"You're perfect for the job, Angie," Nicole laughed.
It was funny, but it was true. Just weeks ago Angie had been a total prude. She would have been shocked if anyone had suggested taking part in an orgy. Now she knew that that wasn't the real Angie. There'd been a hot-blooded young woman hidden inside her, aching to get out. Only Nicole and Brad had been able to release her.
Now Angie sobbed in ecstasy as Brad's deep-plowing tongue took her over the edge, into a long dizzying climax. She watched Nicole come at almost the same moment. Then Brad gave a muffled groan and sizzled his thick load into his wife's greedily sucking pussy.
"Ohhhhhhh, God, whaaahhhhhh!" Angie wailed.
She could never go back to her old ways now.
She was committed to Brad and Nicole, to whatever wild sexual adventures they might lead her into. She'd never felt more happy or more alive. It was a strange way to find freedom, but she didn't regret it one bit.