Becoming an adult is usually a process that starts when we are very young and continues until we die. We row and learn and experience life in haphazard steps-never completely knowing or understanding what life is all about.
For some people the growth process is warped by negative experiences early on in life. Such is the case with Dolly McGuire. Dolly is a young, immature girl, growing up isolated from many of life's experiences-seeing only one small sector of what life has to offer. She feels an insatiable curiosity about life-and yet is frustrated in her attempts at exploration.
Frustrated, that is, until she meets up with the colorful cast of characters in THE FAMILY MAID. They are only too happy to relieve her of that priceless commodity-her virginity mid innocence.
THE FAMILY MAID-a look at psychological growth in the life experience.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
When Jonathon Wintergreen returned to his Bellevue mansion after interviewing the job applicants, he found his daughter drinking whisky in the kitchen. His daughter had peculiar tastes, he thought. He didn't mind her drinking whisky, but he couldn't understand why she sat in the kitchen instead of the study or library, or why she chose to wear ragged jeans instead of her elegant clothes. But, he had given up trying to bridge the generation gap and he said, "Hello, Amanda. Is your mother home?" "Yeah," the girl said.
"Where is she?"
"In the bedroom. She's rubbing her cunt with a vibrator."
"Oh," said Jonathon.
These were very wealthy society people and they said things like that.
Amanda wrinkled her nose, sipping Scotch, and said, "I think she got horny 'cause you were interviewing sexy young girls, Father. She was pacing around, looking excited, anyhow. You know how she looks when she's horny. You could almost see the steam rising from her crotch." Amanda giggled. "Anyhow, she said she was going up to vibrate her twat and that I should send you up as soon as you got home."
She shrugged and took a healthy slug of whisky.
Jonathan grinned. This situation suited him because he had indeed got stimulated during the interviews and had intended to screw his wife when he got home. The fact that she was also randy was all to the good.
He went up the broad marble staircase and down the open walkway with the white pillars; he walked into the master bedroom. He was a tall, lean, elegant man, very, aristocratic in both appearance and bearing, but that effect was confounded at the moment, because his cock had got hard and was sticking out of the front of his trousers, ruining the line of his well cut clothing. Amanda had been absolutely correct. She was on the bed, her long, lean legs parted, leisurely pushing the; device up her pussy. The bed was a huge four poster, and the vibrator was a huge blunt instrument operated by batteries.
She took no notice of her husband.
Claire was as cool as Jonathon, except for her cunt, which was never cool, and she continued to rub her crotch with the humming dildo for a few minutes, not a bit abashed at having her husband find her doing this. He had given her the vibrator as a birthday present as a matter of fact, and her calm reaction to discovery was quite understandable.
Jonathon began to undress. He watched his wife as he removed his clothing.
Claire was a beautiful woman-tall and slim with long legs and small, firm tits capped by big, stiff nipples. Her hair was the color of amber. Her pubic hair was a shade darker and very abundant, a big, curly wedge on her cuntal mound, like a tropical forest through which a swampy pink river flowed.
She pushed the tip of the vibrator into bet cunt, sighing; pulled it slowly out, angled so that the humming shaft ran across her taut clit.
Jonathon could hear her cunt squish and suck as the phallic rod pushed up her.
He was naked now, and his big Cock stood out like a spike from his belly and, when she saw the state of his cock, Claire lost a bit of her cool.
"Oh! For me, darling?" she asked.
"Certainly," he said, slowly approaching the big bed, his cock like a pointer showing him the route.
Claire gave her pussy a final push pull and switched the buzzing tool off, then placed it on the nightstand.
"I've been waiting for you, dear," she said, showing him a dazzling smile with perfect teeth and a very sensual mouth.
"Waiting?" he said, cocking an eyebrow.
"Oh, that! I wasn't going to come, dearest. I was just using my lovely birthday present to keep my cunt simmering until you got home. It's most useful for that. I knew you'd be terribly excited, after seeing all those nubile young girls, you see. If you hadn't been, I might have been suspicious."
He stood beside the bed with his cock looming out over her flat belly, the big knob bouncing up and down as the thick stalk tensed.
"I hope you chose a luscious young creature, Jonathon," Claire said. "That's why I wanted you to choose, instead of choosing one myself-to surprise me."
"I think she will be to your taste," he said.
"Ummm. You can tell me about her, later. But now. . ."
She reached up and folded her delicate hand around the root of his cock. Her nails were long and painted the same amber shade as her hair. Her eyes were amber, too, and they flashed now as she stroked his dick.
Jonathon put his hands on his hips and pushed his loins out, letting her pump him for a few moments, although, in truth, his cock needed no manual stimulation. It was thundering and throbbing and all set to go.
Her hand pushed back to the root, pressing into his trim belly, then pulled lovingly up to the head, gathering his foreskin and curling in over the ledge of the knob. She pushed back again, and his cockhead flared. His prick was so taut and hard that it was vibrating in her fist. She almost thought that she could hear it hum, as if he were equipped with batteries in his balls.
Her thumb caressed the sensitive point where the fat stalk sprouted out into the great, bi valved crown.
"Ummm," she sighed. Her eyes had narrowed into amber slits of lust and her nipples stood up like, bullets.
Drawing him by the cock, she gently urged Jonathon onto the bed. He sank down, kneeling between her parted thighs. She released his prick and lay back, relaxed and ready. Her cunt was gapping open, the slit widened into an oval slot, and that pink slot flooded with cream.
Jonathon took his cock in hand and guided it to her cunt. She lifted her ass from the bed, angling her loins to meet his approach and wriggling her hips from side to side. He fitted the snout of his dick into her juicy slot and, tilting his wrist back and forth, worked the tip around in her pussy. As the fat knob caressed her slot and clit, Claire began to pant; Her belly humped up and down and her hips rolled pneumatically and her cunt seemed to be sucking on his cock, as if to drag him up that hot hole, desperate to have that aching void full of fat prick.
Jonathon fed her an inch of cockhead.
Her cunt lips clamped like a collar around his knob.
He pushed another inch up her and his cockhead disappeared in her cunt, The thick rod stood out between them like an iron bar bolting them together at the loins.
Her pussy caressed, his swollen cock knob with moist, velvet lips, as if her cunt were a mouth, sucking his cockhead. He held it at that angle for a few moments, savoring the pleasure of having his bloated knob inside her and anticipating the great pleasure to follow, when the full length of his long dick was buried to the hilt in her hot cunt.
She squirmed around on his cock, moaning and whimpering; her knees came up and her heels drummed a tattoo on his ass, urging him to feed the pork to her.
Jonathon braced his knees and slid his cock in to the root with one long, slithering thrust. Again he stopped moving, holding it at the full penetration and thrilling to the sensation of having every inch of his pecker sheathed in her clutching cunt while she, in turn, moaned with the joy of being stuffed full of fat dick.
Her heels locked behind his knees; her long legs flashed as she clamped her thighs over his flanks and pulled him tight, belly to belly with his cumfilled balls pressing against her upraised ass. She arched her back, fitting her slender body to his.
Jonathon began to fuck her then.
He fed the meat to her with slow, steady strokes, his ass drawing straight back and then twisting so that he corkscrewed his cock into her cunt, running the full length of the shaft across her clit en route to her hole.
Claire met him stroke for stroke.
As he banged the dick to her, she pushed her loins down to meet him, and her cunt took him like a scabbard sheathing a red hot sword. As he withdrew, she ground her pelvis with a rotating motion, as if his cock were a screw and her cunt were threaded.
His prick began to swell like a balloon inside her, expanding her slot around it, and her cunt made the adjustment, fitting snug to the contours of his prick so that there was slippery, fiery friction along every millimeter of his rod and knob. Her cunt muscles rippled, clutching his cock from root to head in a spasmodic series of contracting rings.
They began to fuck faster, increasing the pace together, until they were fairly flying. His belly slapped hers and his balls swung in like the clapper of a bell, spanking against her lean ass, tolling the chords of passion. She was panting heavily now. Her tits rose and fell, heaving, and he cupped them in his hands, squeezing the firm mounds and rubbing his thumbs across the vibrant nipples. His face went down to hers and their lips met, brushing lightly together at first and then parting as they began swapping tongues.
"Ohhh," she said. "Oooooh."
Jonathon was slamming into her savagely, and his dick acted like a piston as it pumped the cunt juice from her. Forced out by his fat cock, thick, creamy love juice flooded from her unfurled cunt lips and ran down into the crack of her ass and onto his balls as he whammed in to the hilt.
Already stimulated by the vibrator, Claire was rising rapidly to the peak.
And, excited by the girls he had interviewed, Jonathon was only a stroke or two behind her in their mutual climb towards the height of sensation.
She tightened her thighs around his flanks, signifying her impending climax. Her tongue flared in his mouth, then pulled back, dragging his with it, into her own mouth.
"I'm coming. . ." she whimpered, speaking the words onto his tongue so that he felt them as well as heard them.
He felt her cunt start to melt like a candle around his iron hard, incandescent wick.
Jonathon rammed his cock into her furiously, trying desperately to catch up, to come simultaneously. His cock surged and flared as it sped up her hole, hissing in the hot lubrication, and his balls were swelling like balloons with their burden.
Long waves of passion coursed across the randy woman's belly and broke like a stormy sea on the shores of her satiation. She was coming in sequence, reaching a peak, ebbing for a split second, then coming to a new, higher peak. The frequency was growing shorter and the waves higher with each moment, until the highpoints merged together and she was vibrating wildly in a long, sustained orgasm.
Suddenly, Jonathon felt his cock ignite.
He cried out and his balls exploded, sending the hot cum rushing up his shaft in a great flood that burst out like molten lava deep within her loins.
He poured the pecker to her with wild abandon, shooting a second hot jet into her cunt and yet a third, hosing her burning hole with a flood of thick, foamy cum.
As she felt her pussy fill with hot spunk, Claire went absolutely wild! She had been coming steadily; now she surged to a new peak, inspired by the catalyst of his cum as she felt it splash heavily into her cunt. She clawed at his neck and shoulders; she bit his tongue; her heels slammed against his ass. Her whole long, lithe body was jerking as if charged with electricity.
"Come! Come! Come!" she cried. "Fill me with that hot, thick cum . . . fill my cunt with cream!"
And that is just what Jonathon was doing as he poured load after load of steaming cum into her burning cunt.
They clung together, panting and whimpering.
Jonathon was drained, his balls collapsed and his pecker emptied; he held himself rigid while his randy wife worked her cunt on his pecker, grinding out the final spasms of her seething climax against him.
"That was lovely," she said, with a contented smile.
Jonathon collapsed upon her, gasping for breath.
"Now, tell me about the new maid," said the oversexed wife.
Jonathon lay on his back.
His cock had softened somewhat, but not all the way, for he was a man of considerable potency. It had bent from a bat into a loop, curling up from his belly and twitching, as if ready to go either way -to harden again or soften completely-depending on the circumstances.
Claire lay on her side, snuggling up to him. She trailed her fingertips down his flat stomach and folded her hand softly around his semi hard prick. She began to stroke him lazily.
His cock twitched, hardening through a series of short, sharp jolts. The knob expanded and the rod fattened. But there was no immediacy now. Their mutual orgasms had taken the heat off and now they could savor the slow, leisurely build up that would lead to another fuck.
"Is she pretty?" Claire asked.
"Ummmmmm . ."
She felt his cock swell in her hand as he thought of this pretty young maid; it thrilled her. Jealousy had no part in their marriage but one-it inspired lust.
He said, "She's eighteen, blonde, nice, plump tits and a sweet face. An innocent sort, possibly even a virgin."
"Oh, my!"
Claire's amber eyes widened "I thought you might like a virgin," he said. "Oh, yes! How thoughtful of you, darling." "And her name is Dolly McGuire."
"Dolly! My God! How very droll!"
She pushed pulled on his prick. It was fully erect now, standing rampant from his belly and through her fist. She skimmed it lightly, brushing along the shaft and fingering the flaring slab of purple meat at the tip. "She'll look adorable in the little French maid costume," Jonathon said.
He reached across his broad chest and began to finger his wife's taut nipples. They shot out, stiffening further. He leaned down and took them in his mouth, alternating between the tingling nuggets as he sucked them.
She cupped his balls, as if weighing them in her hand to see if they were full enough to need emptying again.
"I can't wait to see her," she sighed.
"She'll be here tomorrow morning."
"Have you explained her duties?"
"Not all of them. I thought you might like to do that, yourself-the interesting ones."
He laughed suddenly, and said, "She's really not experienced as a proper maid, you see; she's more of a cleaning woman trying to rise up in the world of service. Lower glass, of course. She said-she actually said- "I don't do windows."
They both laughed at the charlady like phrase.
Claire said, "So, she doesn't do windows? I certainly hope she does cunts!"
Jonathon chuckled.
Claire didn't care if the windows were grimy, but she liked her pussy to be well polished.
Jonathon's cock was about ready to slip up her cunt again, and he rolled onto his side, facing her. His cock pressed into her lean belly; indenting the firm flesh; the head snuggled into her deep belly button. She wriggled against it luxuriously.
He said, "Amanda was drinking Scotch in the kitchen."
"Yes, she has good taste in whisky, thank God." "Well, yes. She . . . er . . . she told me that you were vibrating your cunt, dear."
"Yes. I told her I intended to."
"So I gathered... don't you think.. ."
"Why, you old prude!" Claire said, laughing.
He grinned sheepishly.
Claire said, "I had my first fuck when I was fourteen, I think, and sucked my first dick the same memorable night-although the dick I sucked was not the same dick that fucked me, as I think about it. Anyway, I'm sure Amanda is getting plenty of cock and has been for same time..although some of the young men she fancies would not appeal to me. . . and would make me shudder, to tell you the truth. But that's just a phrase, dear. She's spoiled, of course; she's had everything she ever wanted. This is just a reaction to being a spoiled little rich girl."
"I expect so."
"And she's jaded, too."
"My God. . . jaded already!"
"I'm afraid so. I wouldn't be surprised if she was getting tired of cock. I think she may be dabbling in cunts at the moment... another phase, of course."
Claire could feel his cock swelling as she spoke that way about their daughter.
The swelling thrilled her; she wriggled against it, rolling her slender torso around on his fat stalk.
"I suppose most girls give other girls a try, at one time or another," Jonathon was saying. "Nothing wrong with that, as long as they don't become lesbians. I mean, as long as they handle it the way you do, darling."
"Ummm," she said, squirming happily to him.
"But at her age . . . what happens when she grows tired of cunt? There are only so many things. I mean ... do you suppose she'll start fucking dogs?"
"That would be exciting," Claire said.
Claire was totally devoid of morals; Jonathon was slightly less liberal but, nevertheless, his dick surged as he thought about his sexy daughter fucking a German shepherd.
Claire loved to excite her husband with words as well as action. Now, she clung to him, starting to pant a little, and she said, "Maybe she will want to give incest a try."
Jonathon's cock thundered against her belly.
"I wouldn't fuck my daughter," he said, rather weakly.
"I would," said sexy Claire.
His cock was threatening to explode.
"I'll bet she has a sweet pussy, Claire said, running her tongue across her sensual lower lip.
That was too much for Jonathon. He rolled his willing wife onto her back and mounted her, slamming his great cock up her cunt without the slightest delicacy. He began to fuck her like a madman.
Claire happily writhed under his furious thrusts. His eyes, she noticed, were closed. She wondered if he were pretending that she was his daughter.
It thrilled her to the core and she got every bit as excited as Jonathon. Together, they fucked up a storm.
Chapter Two
Dolly McGuire sat on the couch in her tiny downtown apartment, anxiously watching her boyfriend and almost fianc� as he paced angrily around the room.
She had just told him that her new job would be as a live in maid, which meant that she would not be able to entertain him except on her day off. He didn't like that arrangement one bit. Dolly had been working as a part time maid-really a glorified charlady-for the past year, doing the homes of the Newport semi rich on a daily basis. But she had jumped at the chance to move up in her profession; to work for the truly wealthy, who could afford a full time maid-not to mention the butler and the chauffeur.
And Mister Wintergreen had been such a handsome man, so elegant and charming-although she hadn't mentioned that to her boyfriend, who was a lout.
Dolly had short, curly blonde hair and a cute scattering of freckles across her upturned nose. She had dimples. Her tits were large and round and upright, and her legs were lush and smooth. Her wide hips flared from, her narrow waist very sensually. She was a sexy young girl.
She was also, as Wintergreen had guessed, a virgin.
Her virginity was usually the reason that her boyfriend, whose name was Duke, got angry. He had been trying to fuck her for almost a year now and, although he was progressing slowly toward that goal, she had not let him go all the way. He was, therefore, in a constant bad temper-angry and frustrated and surly.
Now, that attitude was compounded by the fact that in the future his seduction attempts would be limited to one or two days a week. He figured that if it had taken him almost a year of nightly attempts to reach the heavy petting stage, now that he had to progress by weekly increments he would be seventy four years old before he managed to get his dick in her cunt and, by then, he might well be senile and impotent.
It was no wonder the young man was annoyed.
"It's a good job," she said, placatingly.
"The hell with that. It might be good for you, but what about me? I'll be lonely. What if you meet some rich guy up there on Bellevue? Huh?"
"Rich young men don't want servants," she said.
She didn't say that merely to appease Duke; she actually thought it was true. Although she knew she was pretty and sexy-her looking glass told her that-she was not a very confident girl, and it never dawned on her that she could ever have a boyfriend who was not, like Duke, a lout.
She was, after all, only a maid.
Duke paced to the window and looked out. It was snowing. Big, soft flakes drifted down. He could see the high masts of sailing yachts in the harbor. Slit, he thought.
"What if I get so lonely I find another girl?" he said, sticking his abundant jaw out at her. "Hah? What then?"
Dolly sighed.
"I'll be sad," she said.
"Some other girl who lets me fuck her, maybe! That would serve you right!"
"I suppose so."
"How come you're such a cock teaser, Dolly?"
She sighed again, but this change in his conversation did not displease her. He always called her a cock teaser and wheedled for pussy, so now he was back to his normal self. That was better, than having him go on about her new job.
"I told you, Duke . . . not until I'm married." "Well, I ain't gonna marry no bitch unless I can fuck her, and that's that."
"But you can fuck me, darling-after we're married."
He took a deep, exasperated breath.
"But we got to try it first!" he shouted. It seemed a logical enough argument to him; he wondered why she was so dumb that she couldn't understand things.
"I mean . . . what if it don't fit?"
He was thrusting his jaw out at her. It was a huge jaw; it looked like the prow of a tugboat cutting through the waves. He wasn't a bad looking young man, though, in a loutish fashion; he had oily black hair, but it was curly, and he was big and strong. He worked on the docks.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"What if my cock is too big for your cunt? Hah? What if we got married and then we find out, too late, that my dick don't fit you? Then we got to get a divorce. It don't make no sense, Dolly. It's stupid. We got to try it on for size.
"Oh, that's silly. Of course it will fit."
"How would you know for sure?"
"Well... she blushed, because she really was a modest and demure young maid. "I've seen it," she said.
"Don't mean anything."
"And I've touched it .. .I know it will fit. Cents are made to stretch, you know; they're pliable."
"Yeah, but maybe yours is different. How do you know? It's sure as hell a tight one; I can hardly get three fingers up it and my dick's bigger'n that."
"It's not so big," she said, trying to be reasonable. Then, she realized be might take that the wrong way.
Which, of course, he did.
"Not big!" he howled. "It's huge! It's a great big dick and make no mistake about it." He glared at her, his face darkening with anger at what he took as an insult. Then, he squinted suspiciously.
"Say! How do you know it's big or not? How many other dicks have you been playing with?"
"None, dear. I just meant . . . I think it will fit my cunt very well... just right.. ."
Duke's cock, the subject of this discussion seemed to want to take part; it was rowing in a great lump in the front of his trousers, writhing and expanding.
Duke's passion was inflamed by her words-at least she had been thinking about suck things as how well his cock would stuff her. That was something; there was hope yet.
"Yeah! I'll bet. Let's try it and see, huh?"
"Oh, Duke," she said, exasperated at his constant efforts at getting her cherry.
But she liked him and she didn't want him to be really angry, especially since this was the last time she would see him for a whole week. He might actually find another girl, she thought; she didn't want that to happen.
She knew how to placate Duke.
She shifted so that the hem of her skirt rode up a bit, showing a length of ivory thigh.
"Come sit beside me, Duke," she said.
He looked as if he might decline the offer, but his cock had a say in the matter and it seemed to be dragging the rest of him across the room-as if his dick were a lump of iron and her pussy were a powerful magnet. He gravitated, crotch first, toward the sexy young maiden. He was slightly bow legged, but that, at the moment, was a good thing, for his balls were so bloated that they needed plenty of space to expand between his thighs.
He sat beside her, snarling.
"You can kiss me, Duke," she said.
"Can I fuck you?" "No."
"Then I don't wanna kiss you."
But then he saw that he was cutting off his nose to spite his face-or, more to the point, a handjob to spite her maidenhead. He relented.
He slid his arm along the back of the couch first, only gradually curling it down over her shoulder. Although they had been petting heavily for some time now, Duke continued to work through the evolutionary stages on each occasion, like an embryo forming in the womb. This may have been due to a certain regard for her modesty and chastity, or it may have been due to lack of imagination in that it was the only approach he knew. Whatever, each time they settled down to a bout of necking, he began as shyly as he had on their first date long before.
This suited Dolly, who always felt slightly guilty about heavy petting and was reassured that Duke felt the need to proceed with seductive slowness..
With his left hand on her left shoulder, Duke turned her face to his and they kissed. She kept her lips closed, at first, and they ground theft lips together. His big, lantern jaw worked as if he were gnawing, grinding from side to side. After a long enough period so as not to appear too eager, Dolly parted her lips. Duke's tongue shot straight into her mouth like an uncoiling spring. She ignored it for another definite, calculated period of time, satisfying propriety; then she let her own tongue twine with it. Their tongues twisted together like mating reptiles.
Dolly sighed. Despite her virginity, she was a highly sexed girl, and as they French kissed she could feel her crotch dampen.
She squirmed.
His tongue flashed around in her mouth and she sucked on it and lashed her own tongue against it, while his cock grew huge and her cunt grew creamy.
With their lips still parted together, Duke moved on to the next . stage of their standardized lovemaking.
His hand moved down from her shoulder and, as if by accident, came to rest on her left tit. He just let his hand dangle there for a few moments; then he cupped it around that pert mound, squeezing gently.
Her nipple exploded against his palm.
"Ummm," she said, enjoying it immensely. It was a good thing that someone had invented heavy petting, she thought. If it hadn't been for that maidenhead saving technique, she would have lost her cherry long before. Because the minute a boy touched her tit, bet cunt started to seethe.
It was seething now, and she wriggled against Duke as he felt her up, massaging her nicely rounded mound. He took the whole fat sphere in his hand and then slowly closed his hand, so that his fingers slid up and he pulled at her erect nipple.
"I like that," she whispered.
Duke groaned. Dolly didn't normally say anything when they were necking-as if she wanted to ignore what they were doing, enjoying it but unwilling to admit it to him, or even herself. Now, her words inspired him.
Maybe he could get her pussy today!
Still lashing her mouth with his tongue, he brought his right hand across his broad chest and began to work on her other boob and nipple, managing and kneading and pulling.
Dolly put her arm around his shoulders.
The first stage was complete; the formal pattern followed. Now Duke began to unbutton her blouse, working down from the top, one button at a time and pausing between, as if awaiting her protests. On their first date, the protest had come after the first button; now she didn't protest at all, but still he went through the methodical simulation of shyness. When her blouse was open, he reached in and started feeling her bare tits. She wore no bra. Duke liked that, although he didn't like to think that other men could see the outline of her nipples when he wasn't with her. He pulled on those naked nipples, and they expanded and tingled.
Dolly had started to pant, her hot breath wafting into his mouth; little whimpers escaped her. He cupped her heavy tits and pushed them together, deepening the cleavage. His mouth slid from hers. She shuddered. He lowered his face and began to suck on her tits, taking as much of the big globes as he could into his mouth, his lips unpeeling and then drawing up with his mouth just as he had with his hands, until he was lip pulling her nipples.
This was a long evolutionary stage; he sucked her nipples for some time while she clung to him, gasping. His tongue traced around her mounds, dipped up the ravine between them, circled to the top and flashed across the hot tips.
Dolly was so bob she was glowing.
Duke put his hand on her knee. After a moment, he began to move up her lush thigh, stroking and petting and squeezing. His hand went under her skirt, Her thighs parted.
Duke gasped at this. Usually he had to pry her legs apart to get at her cunt. It took no great effort-they parted easily enough at his slightest pressure-but still, she had opened them of her own accord, this time.
Things looked promising. They felt promising, too.
His hand glided up to her crotch and he cupped her cunt mound. Her panties, were swampy with cunt juice. Her hips shifted, working her crotch against his hand, and he rubbed and stroked and petted her steamy pussy while he continued to suck on her tits.
He slipped his fingers into the leg hole of her panties. Her sodden crack was gaping open and his fingers slid into the juicy slot. He rubbed her clit and felt it explode; he pushed two fingers up her hole and she wriggled on them. He began push pulling in and out with a slow fucking motion, and the girl heaved and arched her back, offering him her tits and her cunt.
Duke grunted with animal pleasure. He began to pull her panties down. Sometimes she objected to this letting blat finger fuck her inside then but wanting them to remain on, as if they were a barrier against losing her virginity, or perhaps, a symbol of that virginity. But now she offered no resistance. She helped him, in fact, hiking her taut ass and hips up sate could drag the panties down. He pulled them from her feet. The crotchband was sodden, he noticed, with satisfactions. Maybe today, just maybe...
Dolly had in fact, decided to let him go further than ever before, because she felt sorry for him- sorry for his long enduring frustration and sorry because she would not be seeing him very often in the future. But she still had no intention of losing her cherry. When he removed her panties, the girl opened her legs wide. He pulled her skirt up to the waist and his lips pulled from her nipples as he gazed down at her crotch.
Dolly tilted her pelvis so that he could look directly between her legs. She could almost feel the heat of his gaze, like laser beams, as he regarded her creamy slot and throbbing clit.
Her hand was behind his neck. She pushed gently, hinting rather than urging.
She was willing to let him eat her cunt today; mare than willing-she thought it would be a wonderful idea.
But Duke didn't understand. Duke was not imaginative and he had never sucked a pussy. He would have gladly done so, had she made her desires clear, but she was too timid to do more than give his head that gentle push.
He began finger fuck ing her again, steadily shoveling two fingers up her cunt with a flick of the wrist and, as her cunt loosened, working a third finger in. He never tried to get all four fingers up her. He'd once heard a joke about that ...
Now as he fingered her twat with one hand, he fumbled with his belt and zipper with the other.
Dolly had never taken his pecker out herself, and he'd given up urging her to do so. He folded back I the flaps of his fly and, reaching in, hauled his big prick out. His cock was of an average length but remarkably thick-a true bludgeon. It was the only cock Dolly had ever really seen. She'd necked with other men and felt a few dicks, but Duke's was the only one she had a chance to look at consistently or was obliged to milk. She had grown fond of the fat tool and found that jacking him off was no hardship.
Duke started to reach for her hand, supposing that, as usual, he would have to pull her hand down to his dick before she agreed to fondle him.
But the girl surprised and delighted him this time. She reached down of her own accord and folded her hand around his thick root. His pecker, jumped like a bucking bronco. She began to stroke it up and down.
They sat flank to flank, kissing again; he was finger fucking her and she wad pulling his cock. They moved slowly, neither in any haste to terminate the scene by orgasm.
Her hand had become much more nimble and talented than when she had first started jerking Duke off. She massaged his rod, and on the upstroke her thumb swept across the surface of his meaty cockhead. That head flared like a hooded cobra, the cleft gaping open as if ready to spit venom..
Duke writhed in passion. His mind was as hot is his cock. She hadn't demanded his handkerchief! That was a good sign. The first few times she'd pulled him off, she had insisted that he get his hanky out first and shoot directly into it, so that none of his spunk got on her. Later, she was willing to wait and mop her hand and forearm-and his belly-after his juicy climax. But now she said nothing about a handkerchief at all, and it elevated his hopes that at last he might be putting his cum in a place where no post ejaculatory clean up was necessary-namely, her steamy, swampy, juicy pussy!
Her fist skimmed down to his hilt, the heel of her hand pressed to his spunk laden balls, then skimmed up and pulled at the slab of his crown. Her grip tightened. She skinned him back so that his peckerhead flared tautly out.
Duke pushed her down onto the couch.
She didn't struggle!
He hovered over her, his cock looming above her belly and his hand frantically shoving three fingers in and out of her gash while she continued to stroke his prick.
"Let me put it in," he rasped.
"No," she said.
"Just for a second?"
She shook her head.
"Well . . . let me rub the head against your cunt, then. Please? I won't put it in . . . just the tip."
"I don't trust you, Duke."
He grated his teeth with frustration.
She was looking up at him, looking almost frightened-not frightened of Duke, but of her own desires.
She said, "You can rub it on my belly."
Well, that was something.
She drew her hand away. Duke wrapped his own broad hand around his shaft and began rubbing the smoking knob against her belly and belly button. He rolled it from side to side, then humped, pushing the lower surface along her silken flesh. I He moved higher; he pulled her dress higher. She didn't stop him. He touched the tip of his cock to her stiff nipple, watching her face. Her face contorted with lust. Duke whined and moved his cock around on her tit, then in between, stroking up her snug cleavage.
He moved back down, hard dick running over the curve of her belly like a travois.
His cockhead rustled in her pubic thicket.
"Oh, Duke . . ." she sighed.
Duke was vibrating with the sensation. He lowered his haunches and his cock slid along her vulva like a lever over a fulcrum. The underside of his stalk was in her cunt! He could feel the wet lips of her cunt clutching at his shaft. He began to hump. His cock wasn't in her, but it was running up at right angles so that it passed through her slot and across her clit like a log floating back and forth in quicksand.
Dolly was staring down in fascination. She saw the bloated wedge of his cockhead come rising from her crotch, dipping down, rising again. It was coated with a film of cunt juice from its repeated passage through her gaping hole. Dolly saw his dick framed in the converging contours of her round tits and rising from her plump bushy cunt mound.
A heavy drop of preliminary spunk oozed from his cleft and ran sluggishly down the sloping side of the purple slab.
Dolly gasped with pure lust.
Duke could have fucked her then. The girl was so hot that she could have offered no resistance at all.
But Duke had gotten carried away. It felt so wonderful to run his big dick up and down her crack that he started to do it faster and faster, plowing up with his bloated balls squeezing into her crotch, then ducking down so that his smoking cockhead dipped into the shallows of her pussy.
Her cunt was flaming.
"Duke . . ." she gasped. She didn't know what she intended to say-maybe she was going to tell him that he could put it up her hole; maybe she was going to beg him to-but she said only, "Duke," repeating it. And he grunted, lost in what he was doing. He pushed his cock up and the knob slipped through her slot like a big spoon, stirring her carnal cauldron, ran across her burning love bud and slid up into her pubic wedge.
He growled with the surging sensation. And then, as his peckerhead ran onto her belly, he shot.
His quicksilver cum jetted from his knob and skimmed over her belly and sped all the way up to splash on the heaving mounds of her tits. A trickle ran into her cleavage. She had gone wild, thrashing and writhing with passion. Duke pulled his dick back into her crotch and pushed up again, and a second great geyser burst from his knob, angled upwards this time. The creamy wad flipped through the air, turning ponderously over, and fell back on her belly and tits in a thick cascade.. Creamy drops bounced from her belly and thick rivulets ran down her sides.
She tucked her loins in, shifting, as if she were trying to get her cunt sheathed over his dick before he finished shooting but, in his frenzy, Duke noted none of this. His peckerhead plowed through her slot and hosed her belly a third time.
Dolly was awash with cum.
She was panting and heaving and thrashing; her legs were wide open and her ass was humping up and down and her cunt was steaming. But Duke was finished. His balls had been emptied in those transverse spurts and, although the girl was coated with thick scum, not a drop had gotten into her cunt.
And Duke, grinning sheepishly, sat up.
He figured she would be annoyed that he had come all over her like that, for he knew her as a fastidious girl.
He averted his gaze, afraid to see the way she was glaring at him-which was why he didn't see the pleading look on her face as she dashed her randy crotch up and down.
Duke was fuck ing his spent cock back in his fly, concentrating on the act to avoid looking at her. Which was why he didn't see her sigh with frustration, or see her hand creep down across her cum coated belly and dip into her crotch. Her fingers strummed the taut bud of her clit once, twice, three times-it was enough. Her body was wracked by the spasms of orgasm as she rubbed herself off.
By the time Duke worked up the nerve to look at her, Dolly was no longer squirming with need.
He said, "Err . . . sorry I got you dirty."
"That's okay," she said, surprising him. Her whole nubile torso, from tit to crotch, glistened with a film of cum.
"Boy! It's a good thing I came as soon as I did. I almost slapped it to you, there."
"Yes," she said-in a small voice. "A good thing."
Duke felt great. This was the furthest she had ever let him go. His cock had not been in her cunt but it had been rubbing around the outside, and that was good progress. In another few weeks, he might get in her!
Dolly didn't feel so great. She wasn't sure if she was glad that she was still a virgin or not. She knew that she had certainly wanted him to fuck her, as she seethed with passion; now that she had cooled, she found it hard to believe how great her desire had been. But she did know that if she ever let Duke go that far again, she was not going to stop him-stop him, hell! She could grab him, by the balls and drag his prick up her cunt whether he liked it or not.
So either they would go back to handjobs while sitting up vertical, or she would lie down and get screwed, and that was that.
On the whole, Dolly thought she would prefer to get fucked. In fact, if Duke's dick had still been hard, she might have even suggested that they fuck right then. But he had already tucked the tool away.
Well, she would see him next week, on her day off. If everything went as she supposed, she thought that she would lose her cherry then.
But that was a week away, and a cherry is a tiny thing, easy to misplace.
Chapter Three
But if a cherry is an insignificant thing amidst the elegant trappings of a mansion, easy to lose in the winding corridors and high vaulted rooms, it is also a rare thing and hard to find.
When Claire Wintergreen looked at the fresh faced young maid, she knew right away that the girl was a virgin-or very close to one. Claire smiled and licked her lips.
"I hope I'm suitable, Ma'am," Dolly said, nervously.
"I'm sure you will Work out just famously, dear," Claire told her. "And I hope you will enjoy working here.
"Oh, I'm certain I will."
Claire showed Dolly her quarters. Dolly was impressed. The maid's room was almost as large and much more elegantly appointed than her apartment in town.
"You may have visitors, if you care to," Claire said.
"Oh. I don't . ."
"You must have . . . admirers?" "Gee. I have a boyfriend."
"Ahhh?"
"But he's a lout."
"Oh. Well, as long as he keeps to the servants' quarters. But never mind. Now I'm anxious to see how you look in uniform.
Claire showed Dolly where the uniforms were kept. Dolly expected the woman to leave, but Claire waited right there. Well, it didn't make any difference, Dolly thought, although she thought it strange that a rich woman would remain in the room while a common maid changed into uniform.
Dolly took her blouse off.
As usual, she wore no bra. Claire stared at her heavy, round tits, and Dolly was embarrassed.
Probably rich people always wear bras, she thought; she probably thinks I'm too poor to buy one.
She removed her skirt. As she bent to step out of it, her plump titties hung down like ripe fruit, ready to be plucked-succulent, fleshy fruit, ready to be eaten.
Dolly wore only her panties, and Claire's eyes were devouring the girl's nubile, curvaceous young body.
Dolly started to down the uniform.
"Oh, please . . . wear the French silk underwear," Claire said.
Dolly figured the rich woman didn't want common cotton panties worn in her presence. She slipped them off. Claire's eyes glowed as she looked at the young girl's bushy twat. Her long nailed fingers clenched, as if they wanted to touch something.
Dolly put the black silk panties on.
"Lovely," Claire said.
The panties were transparent, the black material serving only to shade her flesh, not conceal it.
"Gee, they're so smooth," Dolly said. She had never worn silk panties before.
"Are they?" Claire said.
Stepping closer, she stroked the silk where it was molded like a second skin to Dolly's pert ass.
"Oh, yes.. smooth," the woman said. Dolly thought: Golly! If she wasn't a married woman with a daughter, I'd think she was a dyke or something! But that couldn't be, not a married woman.
Dolly put the black bra on. It was cut low so that it did not cover the nipples at all, merely held her breasts up higher and deepened the cleavage.
"You're splendidly sexy," Claire said.
Her fingertips stroked down the upper slopes of Dolly's big tits, brushing the nipples. Dolly blushed, ashamed that her nipples had stiffened. The rich were, a lot more familiar than she'd thought they would be.
In confusion, she started sorting out the uniform, the lace blouse and short black skirt and the little lace cap. There were stockings and a garter belt, too-she had to put them on first. She felt very nervous and Claire wasn't helping by standing so close and looking so excited . . . looking, in fact, exactly the way a lesbian would have looked.
Dolly put the garter belt on and, sitting on the edge of the bed, began to draw the silk stockings up her shapely thighs. She had to raise her leg to do this, and she knew that her mistress was looking at her cunt. It was visible through the sheer panties, like the negative of a cunt. To her horror, Dolly realized that the crotchband of the panties was damp.
She sure hoped that Mrs. Wintergreen didn't notice that!
Claire was saying something about stockings being so much more sexy than pantyhose, but Dolly didn't pay much attention; she was trying to get dressed as quickly as she could. It wasn't unpleasant to have a woman stare at her body, especially a beautiful, wealthy woman like Mrs. Wintergreen, but it made her nervous. She was fumbling with the fastenings of the suspenders. This was partly because she was so nervous and partly because-a child of her age-she had never before worn anything but sexless pantyhose which, Claire was saying, make a woman's crotch look like the crotch of a latex doll.
"Let me help you, dear," Claire said.
"Oh, I can."
But the elegant woman had gracefully knelt beside the bed; she began to fix the suspenders to the tops of the stockings, her hands moving on Dolly's naked thighs.
She leaned closer, as if to see what she was doing. Her head was between Dolly's knees. Dolly just knew that her mistress would notice how damp the crotch of the panties had become. And she'd only had them on for a few seconds. She didn't understand, herself, why her cunt should be dripping. It wasn't as if there were an attractive man in the room.
But Claire, if she noticed, did not embarrass the maid by mentioning the creamy state of her crotch. Her hands seemed to be moving higher than necessary to attach the stockings.
Then the door opened.
"Oh! I guess I'm interrupting something, huh?"
said Amanda, the daughter of the house-although she sure didn't look it, Dolly thought, in her scruffy jeans and tee shirt.
Claire shot her daughter an annoyed glance.
"Sorry, Mom. I didn't think you'd be getting down to so soon," Amanda said, with the hint of a saucy grin.
"I'm simply helping Dolly dress."
"Oh. Sure."
Dolly didn't understand the undercurrents that she felt in the conversational exchange. She couldn't figure them out to save her life; she just sat there, feeling confused and helpless.
"What was it, Amanda?" Claire said. Her hands were still on Dolly's thighs but not moving now, as if she couldn't fasten the garterbelt and talk at the same time-or wanted privacy to concentrate on what she was doing.
"I wondered if I could borrow your dildo, Morn."
Dolly gasped. No, she couldn't have heard that right.
"What's wrong with yours?" Claire asked.
"The batteries are dead."
Claire made a clicking, chastising sound with her tongue. She said "You're simply fucking yourself too much with that thing, dear; altogether too much."
"Aw, Mom . . . I only do it two or three times a day. It's just that I linger over it."
"Well, you can use mine for now. It's in the dresser drawer in the master bedroom. Mind, you wash it before you put it back."
"I always lick it clean," Amanda said.
She went out, giggling.
Dolly was stricken. She gaped at Claire, her mouth open and her eyes glazed.
Claire said, "Yes?" Then she said, "Oh, don't be shocked by our style of speech, dear Dolly. The truly wealthy have no inhibitions about such things.
"But . . your daughter .. . I mean . ."
"Most girls have a dildo or vibrator in this liberal, enlightened age," Claire explained.
"Gee, I don't," mumbled Dolly.
"The thing is, common people keep it a secret, while the aristocracy admits to it. It's quite simple."
"The rich sure are different."
"Yes. Dear F. Scott said that, didn't he?"
Dolly didn't know who F. Scott was.
"But do you mean to say that you haven't a dildo of your own, Dolly?" Claire said, as if she were surprised.
Claire had, in fact, been wondering what line to take with this innocent, simple minded but oh so sexy young girl. Not wanting to scare her by being too direct, Claire had intended just to stroke her a bit, under the guise of helping her dress, and then play it by ear. She figured it might take a week or two before she got around to making love to her. But now she saw, a line of seduction that hadn't occurred to her before.
One had to use the imagination when one had dealings with the commoners, she realized.
And her fiery, lusty imagination was working overtime at the moment, as she knelt there with her face so tantalizingly close to Dolly's crotch.
"Oh, no. I never use anything like that," Dolly hastened to tell her mistress.
"But whatever do you do then, dear? Surely you can't just rub yourself off with your hands day and night?"
"Err . . ." That was all Dolly could think of to say; it didn't require a great deal of thought. She said it again. "Err." Claire suddenly looked shocked.
"Surely you don't let your gentleman friend . ."
"Oh, no!" Dolly squealed.
"But I don't understand. What do you do, then?"
Dolly, who masturbated with a certain regularity, blushed and averted her gaze. She said, "I don't do much, really."
"You aren't frigid?"
Something in Claire's tone made Dolly believe that it would not be advisable to feign frigidity.
"Oh, no," she said. "I have a normal, healthy sex drive."
"I simply must get to the bottom of this. You'd better tell me just what your gentleman friend does to you."
"Lout friend," Dolly corrected her.
"Yes, quite."
Dolly would have gladly lied but she didn't know in which direction to stretch the truth. Which would satisfy this remarkable woman more purity or wantonness? Dolly had no idea and felt at a loss. Claire was waiting for an answer; Dolly decided that she had better stick to the exact truth. That would place her on some level between the extremes-sandwiched between prudery and depravity but leaning, in this liberal age, towards the former.
"Well, we neck and pet," she said.
She figured that was sufficient definition, but Claire, looking interested, said, "Yes?"
The rich probably don't use words like that, Dolly thought.
She said, "I'm a virgin, but my boyfriend and I well. . . we touch each other." She blushed deeply.
"I see," Claire said, without any hint of her feelings concerning this admission. Then she said, "I think we had better get to the bottom of this. After all, you are to be my maid and live in my home; I have every right to know what sort of girl I employ. I'm sure you agree."
"Oh, yes, Ma'am."
"Now . . .you touch each other . . . where?" "Oh, dear," Dolly said, flustered.
"I can see that you are bashful," Claire said.
"Perhaps we can figure things out without using words which you find hard to say and blush when you hear them. Let me see. Does your loutish friend touch you . . here?"
And reaching up, Claire cupped Dolly's fat tit, squeezing gently; Dolly gulped. But she saw that the woman was right. She was far less embarrassed at having her tit touched than she would have been if she'd had to verbally express it. For some reason which she could not fathom, it even felt rather nice.
Dolly nodded shyly.
Claire said, "Yes, I can tell that your tits are used to being caressed from the way that your nipple stiffens against my hand when I rub, like this Claire rubbed Dolly's tit, and Dolly's nipple shot out like a launched rocket.
Holding her hand cupped to Dolly's mound, Claire slipped her other hand up the maid's inner thigh. Her fingertips brushed Dolly's cunt, along the damp silk crotchband of the French panties.
Dolly held her breath..
"And here?"
Biting her lip, Dolly nodded. Claire rubbed her cunt.
"Yes . . . it gets very juicy when I touch it," she said. "I can tell your crumpet is accustomed to being fondled. I suppose your friend puts his hand inside your panties, too . . . like this?"
She slipped her fingers inside the black silk sheath and they ran up Dolly's gash.
"Ooooh," Dolly said.
Why do I feel so sexy? the girl wondered. It's not as if a man were touching me-or even a lesbian or an affectionate girlfriend. It's just a nonverbal examination. So why is my cunt starting to cream? I hope Mrs. Wintergreen doesn't get the wrong idea about me! How terribly embarrassing that would be!
Claire was stroking her clit, and Dolly was trying not to squirm in reaction.
"Does he make you come, dear?"
"S sometimes," the confused girl admitted.
"And I suppose you jerk him off?"
"Yes," she said, in a tiny little voice.
"Well, that's very handy," said Claire. "I can find no fault with that. But. . . how do I know you're telling me the truth? How do I know you are a virgin?"
"Oh, I am!"
"Well, I'd better make sure of that . . just so I know what sort of girl I'm harboring. You don't mind?"
Dolly had no idea how the woman would find out if she was cherry, but she shook her head.
Claire pulled the French panties down.
"Spread your legs, dear," she said.
Dolly, flaming with embarrassment-and something else opened her lush thighs. Claire leaned closer to her crotch. She gently spread Dolly's cunt lips open, gazing at the foam streaked, darker inner flesh.
"Your cunt looks maidenly," she said; she was gazing rapturously into Dolly's open gash.
"I didn't know . . . it was so easy . . . to tell," Dolly said.
"There is one certain test," Claire said. She smiled mysteriously. Her eyes were smoldering jade, and she was leaning so close that her heated breath wafted up Dolly's open pussy.
"What's that, Ma'am?" Dolly asked, nervously. "Taste," said Claire.
"Taste?"
"Of course. A virgin cunt tastes differently than a cunt that has been drenched in semen."
"I . . never knew that."
"Most people don't."
Dolly was squirming now; she couldn't help herself. And she was mortified. Whatever would the mistress think? She would surely get the wrong idea when she saw that Dolly's cunt was creaming and here clit was starting to stiffen. And Dolly couldn't understand it, herself. She tried to figure it out, though. It must have made me think of Duke.
That was it. She had wished that Duke would taste her cunt the day before, and now some connection had been made in her awareness-that explained it. Dolly had never had a mouth on her cunt and, naturally, the idea was stimulating. But she wished that it had been Mister Wintergreen who gave her the examination for virginity.
No, she didn't. Whatever was she thinking of? That would be sexual, he being a man; with his wife, it was simply a test of her purity.
Claire said, "You have no objections to allowing me to make this investigation?"
Dolly said, "I... guess not. I am... I am a virgin, I have nothing to hide."
Claire smiled. She opened Dolly's cunt lips wide and, leaning in, ran her hot tongue up the girl's sodden gash. She repeated the tongue stroke.
Dolly gurgled with the sensation, wriggling her hips and pushing her belly out. Claire paused fat a moment, her head tilted to one side, as if she were judging the virginal flavor on her tastebuds. She licked again, along stroke with her tongue cupped as it ran up the girl's flooded slot and across her tingling clit.
Again Claire paused, gazing speculatively up at Dolly's face. She smiled happily when she saw the maid's expression. She dipped her face back to the girl's crotch, and this time she pushed her stiffened tongue right up Dolly's hole, wriggling it around in the swampy tunnel. She began to tongue fuck steadily up Dolly's twat, while her lips parted and commenced to suck on the girl's cunt lips and clit. Dolly lost all control.
Her lush body rippled and she worked her cunt against Claire's face luxuriously. Claire, very satisfied at this situation, sucked and tongued with relish.
Her lips pulled on Dolly's parted slit and her tongue slithered in and out, like a churn whipping the heavy cream within that hot bowl. Cunt juice ran onto her tongue and lips and she slurped it merrily up and sucked for more. Her hands cupped Dolly's ass, and she tilted the girl's pelvis up as if it were a chalice from which she was draining the precious nectar of passion. She rubbed her whole I face around in the girl's slippery crotch and ran her tongue up in long, fiery strokes that extended from Dolly's asshole to her pubic mound, passing through her slot and over her clit on the way.
Dolly's eyes were closed, her lips parted; she was panting heavily and punctuating that panting with little gasps of pure lust. The girl's reaction to this cunt sucking-her obvious pleasure-seemed to in spire the cunt starved woman every bit as much as the delicate flavor of cunt juice, and she went suck crazy on Dolly's hot pussy, She pushed three fingers up the girl's hole and sucked on her clit as she did so. Streamers of thick cunt juice poured onto her lips and she slurped them into her mouth, letting the savory oil run over her tastebuds for a moment, then gulping it down and sucking another hot trickle out. Her face moved from side to side; she rubbed her mouth up and down; her tongue flashed and flared. She was working on Dolly's cunt like a terrier shaking a rat.
Opening her voracious mouth as wide as she could, Claire slapped her lips over Dolly's whole crotch, taking cunt lips and clitoris and perineum all into her mouth and sucking like a sump pump. The hot cream was flowing from Dolly's snatch in a turbulent stream, pulsing steadily into Claire's eager mouth.
Dolly was coming.
She threw her head back and tossed her face from side to side as her loins opened and the cunt juice gushed out. Claire slurped it up with relish. She spooned it up with her curled tongue; she pulled it out with her lips; she worked her fingers in and forked the creamy juice to her mouth.
Dolly's firm thighs pressed around the cunt crazed woman's face and she rocked back and forth spasmodically. She had never come like this before, had never known such a deep thrill. She cried out with the joy of the sensation-the ecstasy of coming.
Then she was drained.
She slowed her rocking minion, gradually subsiding; her heavy panting turned to little whimpers and the mask of lust on her face changed to a smile of contentment.
Claire continued to suck her pussy until she was sure she had milked the girl to the dregs. Then she drew her lips back a little and, using her hot, nimble tongue, lapped Dolly's cunt sparkling clean. She sat back on her heels, smiling with creamy lips, her amber eyes glazed with satisfaction.
Dolly looked down at her mistress, smiling; then, realizing what had happened, Dolly looked amazed.
She had come! She had come in a woman's mouth! And not just any woman, but her mistress!
Dolly was mortified.
But then she realized that Claire was neither angry nor disgusted, and it dawned on her that the woman did not realize that she had had an orgasm. Why should she? She wasn't a lesbian, so how could she be expected to know when a girl creamed in her mouth? It seemed logical-sort of.
Claire said, "Oh, your pussy is delicious that is, I mean to say. . virginal."
"I told you so," said Dolly.
Claire stood up. Cunt juice gleamed on her lips and chin. Her own cunt was on fire and she gazed at the maid for a moment, wondering if she might get sucked in return. But she figured it might be a bit too soon to expect that. Dolly was so succulent that she didn't want to risk losing her; there would be plenty of time to work her gradually up to that. The girl was obviously innocent and stupid-but her cunt was delicious.
"Yes, I'm satisfied. . . with your purity," Claire said. "You may dress now."
Claire turned and hurried from the room, bent on satisfying the fires of her own crotch before she positively ignited!
Dolly sat there, stunned.
Of course, the mistress had no idea that the maid had come in her mouth, Dolly figured, none at all, that Dolly had come just as if it had been a sexual, rather than investigative, act. Dolly was shocked at herself for her reaction. It was shameful and sinful, she thought.
But it had felt so wonderful!
And despite her misgivings, Dolly found herself wondering if the mistress would want to check out her virginity very often. Had it been a one time thing, not to be repeated now that her purity had passed the taste test? Or-she thrilled to the thought-would Mrs. Wintergreen feel the need to reaffirm her chastity every time she came back from her day off or entertained a visitor in her quarters?
The thought of having that woman's tongue and lips pull an orgasm from her cunt with regularity caused Dolly to squirm and tingle. It was wicked, she knew-but she couldn't help that.
And it wasn't so very bad. It wasn't as if either of them were lesbians, she told herself. It wasn't as if she had lost her virginity. Her climax had merely been a wonderful side effect of an act that was perfectly natural, although she had never realized that before, and was therefore no worse than rubbing herself off.
As long as Mrs. Wintergreen never learned the truth!
Chapter Four
Jonathon was waiting down the hallway and he raised his eyebrows in query as Claire walked toward him. He could tell by his wife's face that something pleasant had occurred.
"Oh, she's lovely," Claire said.
"Did you . . ."
"Ummm. I sucked her off. I don't think the poor thing knew what was happening to her. She's a virgin and rather dumb... but her cunt is hot and creamy."
Jonathon smiled.
"I think I'll instruct her in another of her duties now, then," he said, and he moved away.
Claire stared after him, her expression crestfallen. She had wanted to get fucked now. But she was too proud to summon him back, and after a moment, she shrugged. It was only fair that her husband get a crack at the new maid now, she reasoned. She could always vibrate her pussy while she waited for cock and, with that in mind, she walked to the bedroom, her cunt squishing between her heated thighs with every stride, But the dildo drawer of the dresser was empty. Where on earth did I put it? she wondered.
She reached down to her cunt to make sure she hadn't left it there by mistake. Quite often, Claire slipped her long vibrator up her pussy and left it buzzing merrily away all afternoon, and sometimes she forgot about it-there had been an embarrassing situation at a garden party, once, she recalled-but her cunt was empty now. It was achingly and distressingly empty.
Then she remembered that Amanda had borrowed the dildo. She hurried down to her daughter's bedroom.
Amanda was on her bed, looking at a Playboy magazine and fucking herself with the big vibrator. She looked over the magazine at her mother. Claire took note that Amanda had been looking at the centerfold while she vibrated her pussy. She'd guessed right about her wanton daughter's present interests.
"I'm almost done, Mom," Amanda said.
"Well, I can't wait," Claire said.
She flopped down on the bed beside her daughter, pulling her dress up. She wore no panties, and her amber bushed cunt was open and dripping.
Claire took the dildo, pulling it from Amanda's twat with a moist, sucking sound, and began to vibrate her clitoris.
"Gee, what got you so hot, Mom?" Amanda asked.
"I . . . just . . . sucked the maid off."
"Ooooh! How exciting!"
Amanda leaned down, reclining on her elbow, and observed with interest while Claire vibrated her clit. Claire was so hot that she came in moments, shuddering and gasping.
Then she handed the glistening vibrator back to her daughter, and Amanda, looking at her mother's cunt now, instead of the magazine, continued with her own dildo fucking. She seemed more excited now and soon enough she was quivering, then trembling, and finally thrashing about in a rare passion as she came.
This served to excite Claire again. Taking the vibrator back, she fucked herself a second time.
And back and forth went the humming pleasurizer as the two oversexed rich women took turns coming.
"Sucking cunt is ever so much fun, isn't it, Mom?" Amanda said when it was Claire's turn to push the buzzing joystick up her creamy gash.
"Oh, yes," she said.
"Better than dildos . ."
Mother and daughter looked at each other. They were both wondering the same thing.
Was incest possible without the opposite sex?
This was a logical question and had nothing to do with morality, for they were both totally amoral. And they both thought it was a shame, too, for they would have liked to believe in wickedness. Wicked things were much more fun.
Back and forth passed the dildo; back and forth went their eyes.
Dolly was squirming into the sexy maid uniform when Jonathan knocked once, sharply, and came into the room without waiting for her to answer. He got a glimpse of her pink nipples above the undercut bra before she could draw her blouse closed, Dolly blushed, not so much because he had seen her tits as because his wife had just sucked her cunt. But, of course, he wasn't to know that.
Jonathon said, "I forgot to mention this in our interview yesterday. . . you do have one duty which is rather unique."
Dolly waited, smiling uncertainly. "My father lives with us," he said, "the patriarch of the family. He is paralyzed, poor fellow. He has a nurse, of course, but the nurse has a day off each week and on that day it is the maid's duty to tend to him. And, as it happens, this is that day."
"Oh, I'll be glad to," Dolly said. "Yes. What you have to do is masturbate him." Dolly blinked and turned pale. But the master had spoken so matter of factly that she could see there was nothing untoward about the situation.
The rich were sure different.
Jonathan said, "He's a potent gentlemen and gets most unhappy when he has an erection. In fact, he's been bellowing for assistance for an hour now. I hope you have no objections..."
"Em. . . I guess not. Poor man."
She thought: It can't be wrong, especially if a nurse does it for him; nurses never do bad things.
"Good. If you'll come with me..." Dolly followed Jonathon down the corridor. He said, "I'm so glad you're here. Otherwise my wife or my daughter would have had to jerk him off and, although there's nothing wrong with it-it being a medical problem, rather than an emotional one-both Claire and Amanda do so much hate to do manual labor."
"I understand," Dolly said.
"Yes, the doctor prescribed a daily handjob," Jonathon said Dolly was more sure than ever that there was nothing wrong with it if it was under doctor's orders. As they neared the end of the corridor, she could hear the elder Wintergreen calling out for assistance.
"Where's my handjob?" he bellowed, in a lusty voice. "Here she is, Father," Jonathon said, opening the door.
Dolly curtsied politely.
"And about time, too," the feisty old fellow said.
But he wasn't all that old, Dolly saw. He looked like his son-aristocratic and handsome, with a mane of white hair framing his face. And his cock was standing up in a throbbing tower above his loins. Dolly blinked. It was much longer than Duke's, she thought.
Then she thought: Oh no, I mustn't think of it as a cock; it's not a sexual thing at all.
But it gave her a funny feeling.
"I'll leave you to get on with it," Jonathon said.
He went out and closed the door. He knelt down and looked through the keyhole, but Dolly didn't know that, of course.
She approached the bed.
"What's your name, girl?" Wintergreen asked.
"Dolly, sir."
"I hope you are experienced at jerking cocks off."
She hesitated; he glared at her.
"I've had some experience, sir," she said.
"Good. I've had this boner for over an hour now, damnit! It's damnably uncomfortable. Pull up a chair and get on with it."
Dolly drew a chair to the side of the bed and sat down. She reached, tentatively, for his cock.
"Hold on," he said.
She froze, her hand about to close over his formidable prick.
"You'd better take your blouse off," he said.
"Oh? I don't see why."
She didn't mind giving him medical assistance, but it would be naughty to let him look at her tits.
But he said, "You don't see why? Don't you know how much it costs to launder lace blouses? Whatever are you thinking of, girl? I often cum like a firehose; the spunk gets all over everything in sight, that's why."
"Oh, of course, sir; I wasn't thinking."
Dolly felt silly for not thinking of such a reasonable thing. She took her blouse off. Wintergreen's eyes gleamed as he gazed upon her pink tipped tits. Dolly had had the impression that, if he'd had the use of his hands, he would have used them to grab her tits. Then she thought that she had better take the bra off, too, and did so. Her heavy boobs bobbled over the bed. Wintergreen nodded.
His cock was a truly massive tower of gnarled flesh, seamed with dark, throbbing veins and capped with a great, purple wedge of peckerhead that flared out angrily. The tip was steaming. It was easy to see why this gentleman needed a daily handjob.
Dolly folded her hand around the root; Wintergreen sighed. She began to pull his prick up and down with a steady rhythm and he murmured happily.
Dolly leaned closer. She was gazing in fascination at the head of his cock, which was so much bigger than Duke's. She found, to her shame, that her cunt had started to cream again. She couldn't understand whatever had gotten into her-first, she had come when the mistress was merely checking out her cherry, and now, she was getting excited over a simple job of handwork.
"Hold my balls," he grumbled.
Dolly dutifully cupped his balls in her free hand; her other hand skimmed up and down efficiently.
"Want to know something?" he said, squinting at her.
"Sir?"
"All the money in this family is mine. I earned it. My son never earned a penny."
Dolly smiled at him, pulling his cock up and down and squeezing his bloated nut sac.
"So if I don't like a maid or a nurse, I fire 'em!"
"Oh! I do hope you like me, sir."
"Can't say, yet. Let's see how much of the old spunk you can pull out of me, huh?"
Dolly began to pump faster, her fist tightened around the fat stalk.
"I fired the last maid," he said. "That's why they went and hired you. Last maid was no damned good at pork pullin'."
Dolly leaned closer, concentrating hard on the task at hand. His cock was swelling enormously. She was heartily glad that she'd had so much practice on Duke's dick. This was not an unpleasant task at all, she discovered.
"The nurse is okay; I'd never fire her," he said.
"I'm doing my best, sir."
He closed one eye; the other eye was bright.
"Want to know a secret?" he said.
Dolly nodded her head up and down; her hand went up and down, too. When she nodded it looked like she was following the pistoning of his prick.
"I pay the nurse extra," he said. "My son don't know about that, but I give her plenty."
"Because she jerks you off so well?"
"Naw . . .'cause she takes it in the mouth," he said.
Dolly gulped and her hand missed a stroke.
Wintergreen said, "I'd give you plenty, too, if you wanted to take it in the mouth."
"Oh, dear," she said, flustered. "I couldn't. I mean . . . it's okay to give you a handjob under the doctor's prescription, but it would be sinful to do that other thing." "Naw," he snorted. "It would so!"
"I didn't say you had to blow me," he rasped. This confused Dolly, and her hand faltered.
"But if I took it in the mouth...?"
"There's a difference; I didn't say you had to suck me off. That would be giving a blow job. What the nurse does-and gets paid plenty of money for it, too-is to just jerk me off, just like the doctor ordered, except she takes the head of my cock in her mouth while she does it."
"Oh. I didn't realize there was a difference."
She had stopped jerking him entirely now, and merely held him by the hilt, with his massive dick sprouting like a warclub from her small fist.
"'Course there's a difference!" he grunted. "What are you, stupid? Are you so dumb I'll have to fire you?"
"Oh, I hope not!" Dolly squealed.
"Ain't you never had a cock in your mouth?" "No, never."
"Well, that explains it, then. The difference is all in whether you bob your head up and down and suck the cum out, or if you just hold your head steady with the knob in your mouth and jack me off with your hand."
"I... yes, I can see there's a difference."
She couldn't, really, but she didn't want him to think that she was too dumb for the job.
He said, "The benefit of taking it in the mouth is that it don't get spunk all over the room. I come a lot, you see. Sometimes I shoot all over the walls-even the ceiling-and it's a hell of a job cleaning up, afterwards. That's why a really efficient maid lets me come in her mouth and swallows it. Ain't a matter of sex; it's a matter of cleanliness.
Dolly considered that. She was amazed to find that the idea of taking that shapely, sizable cockhead into her mouth was not at all distasteful. She had often wondered what it was like to give head...
But no! She mustn't think that way, for this was a different thing entirely; it was a question of efficiency, not eroticism. And if, in the process, she found out what a pecker tasted like . . . well, that was merely a side effect.
"Well?" he rasped.
"I want to do a good job, sir."
"Get gobbling, then, girl!"
"Well . . . if you're sure it's not the same thing as blowing..."
"I sure am."
Well, he ought to know, if anyone did, she reasoned. He'd had years of experience in such things.
"All right, then," she said.
She leaned lower. Her plump tits jiggled and her lips parted. She hesitated, with her mouth an inch above the smoking tip of his cockhead, gazing down at that meaty, purple morsel. Her eyes crossed as she stared in fascination at his knob. She wasn't hesitating with any last moment doubts, however; she was merely cockeyed at the prospect.
Wintergreen turned his stately head on the pillow and, slowly, winked at the keyhole.
Dolly fitted her pursed lips to the tip of his cock.
Wintergreen shifted and sighed.
She let her lips part slowly around the flaring tip, sliding them down millimeter by millimeter as his peckerhead slipped into her mouth. She fed his cock to herself and her lips closed like a tight collar around the shaft, just behind the sprouting head. She didn't move for a moment as she explored the sensation of having a mouthful of hot cockmeat.
It was thrilling, she realized. It tasted wonderful, and the velvet texture was lovely, and it fit ever so comfortably in her mouth. She had never noticed it before, but now she realized that cocks were shaped exactly right for mouths; they fitted, snug as pegs in a hole.
Cocksucking must be wonderful! she thought.
She just knew that she would have to try it sometime. But she wasn't sucking cock now, of course; this was a different matter entirely. It just seemed the same.
Holding her head steady around her mouthful of burning cockhead, the maid began to pump her fist up and down his stalk. She pushed down to the root, dragging his shaft taut and feeling his knob flare in her lips and cheeks, then pulled up, relaxing the tension slightly. She hoped she was doing it right. She slipped a quick look at the man's face and found that he looked perfectly content with her ministrations.
She would have loved to suck on his dick, but she didn't dare; he might fire her if he thought she were a wanton maid. And rightly so, too. Men didn't understand these things. Duke, for instance, would never have understood that she was not giving head, if he could see her at the moment, with her mouth clamped on Wintergreen's big pecker like a fish on a hook. She thought she had better not mention this special duty to Duke.
She pumped steadily away, her fist rising to her lips and then falling to his heaving belly. All of a sudden, to her surprise, Dolly realized that she was sucking on his cockhead! She hadn't intended to-certainly not; it had just happened. She supposed it was a natural reaction, that when a girl had a mouthful of dickhead she sucked automatically, just some perfectly explicable sucking stimuli.
Her eyes darted to his face; she was afraid that he might have noticed the subtle change in her oral condition. But Wintergreen's eyes were closed and he was smiling blissfully. Dolly decided that it was hard for a man to tell if a girl was sucking or not, once his dick was embedded in her mouth. She was relieved. As long as he didn't know, there was no harm done.
Dolly began to suck with relish on the tasty big pecker.
Her lips peeled back as she slurped on his cockhead, and she began to move her head up and down just a little bit-not enough for Wintergreen to notice but enough to slide an inch or two of cock in and out of her mouth. Her tongue began to flutter against the pulsating underside of his knob. Her cheeks pulled on the succulent mouthful. But her hand kept pumping.
Dolly had convinced herself that as long as she was jerking him off, she was not blowing him. The movements of her mouth and tongue were incidental to the situation, and as long as she kept her fist pistoning, she could suck to her heart's delight without losing her oral virginity. She was not a stupid girl and she did see that this was a fine line of reasoning and could be misinterpreted, but it satisfied her. And she realized how lucky a girl she was-to have found herself in a situation where she could suck and lick a big cock and drink a mouthful of cum and still be able to claim, in all honesty, that she had never given a blow job.
She proceeded, with all her concentration, to not give Wintergreen a blow job.
Her head went up and down as if she were ducking for apples. She was taking the tip of his cock right back into her gullet, gagging on it, then lovingly pulling her mouth away like a tight glove, until only the tip remained in her worshipping lips.
Wintergreen's knob seemed to be growing bigger with every passing second, every stroke of her hand and slurp of her lips. The big head filled her mouth chock a block full of succulent dick and, when she ran it back, it lodged at the entrance to her throat. Her lips turned inside out as she dragged her head away, unpeeling as they slurped up the fat rod, clinging tightly to his shaft and then clutching him behind the ledge of the glans, trapping his knob inside her mouth. With only the head in her, she sucked so hard that her cheeks grew hollow and touched cock on both sides.
Her tongue criss crossed under his knob, then lapped at his stalk as she fed the pork deeper into her maw. As she slid away, she arched her tongue into a moist bridge and let the full length of his cock run over it, pleasuring him even as she pleasured her own tingling tastebuds.
Oh, cock is delicious, she thought. I mean, it would be delicious, if I were doing this for such depraved purposes.
Her hand continued to jack him, but she was only pumping up and down an inch or two now; the rest of his massive spike was feeding itself into her mouth. Dolly thought that perhaps instead of being a maid she should have gone into nursing. She didn't know about changing bedpans and all that, but nursing a dick was pure bliss.
She seemed to be doing it well, too, for Wintergreen was flopping frantically about on the bed, his lips heaving as he fucked up into her mouth and his limbs flailing on the bed. If she hadn't known he was paralyzed, she never would have guessed it from the way his fists knotted at his sides and his heels drummed on the mattress and his thighs bunched with muscle.
"Oh, suck it, girl," he wailed. "Milk my pecker!"
He seemed to have noticed that her mouth had joined in, but Dolly was too thrilled by what she was doing to worry about that at the moment. She sucked all the more recklessly cm his cockhead and fed it even deeper into her throat.
Suddenly a trickle of thick; preliminary cum oozed from his knob and ran onto her tongue.
Dolly faltered, missing a beat, as she tasted cum for the first time in her life. Her eyes opened wide in amazement. The trickle ran over her tongue and slid down her throat.
Oh, it's yummy! she thought.
Then she bobbed up and down even more furiously, as if to make up for the stroke she'd missed. The taste of his spunk had made the sexy girl ravenous for more, eager to savor his whole hot load.
She felt his balls swell alarmingly in her hand. His stalk began to expand in her other hand, then balloon in her mouth. She sucked up the shaft, ducked down quickly, sucked up to the head again, her lips pulling frantically and her tongue lashing and laying.
"Here it comes, girl!" he howled. Oh, yes, yes! she thought, pushing his cockhead far back into her throat and starting to pull up it again.
He came with half of his fat dick buried in her mouth and her fist pumping furiously on the other half. His thick geyser blasted into her mouth so hard that her head rocked under the force of the fluid blow and his haunches sprang back from the recoil.
She felt him whitewash her tonsils with the thick jet. The heavy cream splashed back, filling her mouth to overflowing, and she gulped it desperately down to make room for more, just in time; his second spurt, as powerful as the first, hosed her cheeks and throat in a steaming stream.
Dolly forced her head down onto this rising jet, ramming his spurting knob into her throat. Spunk overflowed, bubbling from her lips and running down his shaft and her chin.
Wintergreen poured a third thick load into her loving mouth, then gasped and went limp under her. But his cock remained standing in her mouth, and the cum thirsty girl continued to bob up and down as she savored the drink on a stick, milking every last drop from his cock and balls and swallowing it adoringly. Even after his prick had started to soften and diminish in her mouth, she continued to suck, coaxing out every last bit and draining him to the very dregs. Then she used her nimble tongue to gather up the errant drops that had overflowed and strayed onto his balls.
She lapped until not a smear of spunk remained unswallowed; she looked at him, awaiting his judgment.
"Nice head, girl," he grunted.
"Thank you, sir," she said, modestly.
She could certainly see why it was advisable to take his dick in her mouth when she jacked him off; he'd come enough to whitewash a cathedral wall.
She was already looking forward to the next time that his nurse had, a day off.
And the best part of it was that, with only a bit of rationalizing, she was able to convince herself that she had not given him a blow job at all-that her mouth, despite sucking a bucketful of cum from him, was still virginal. She lingered beside the bed, wondering-hoping-that he might need some more attention. But his eyes closed and he seemed to be asleep.
After a few minutes, the maid got up from the chair and tiptoed to the door quietly, wanting him to get plenty of rest and regain his vigor. She went out and closed the door softly, not seeing Jonathon duck around the corner.
The delicious taste of spunk lingered on her tongue, and her cunt was bubbling with cream. She grinned ruefully; she thought that she would have to rub herself off and wished that, like the rich folk, she had a dildo-or that, perhaps, she could ask the mistress for a second opinion on her pussy. She even wished that she had a chance to spend some time with Duke.
But Jonathon Wintergreen had plans for her, now.
And no sooner had Dolly closed the door, than Jonathan's father's eyes snapped open. He grinned. Leave it to his son to find the right sort of maid, he thought.
He sat up. Then he stood up. He waved his arms and stamped his feet, because they were stiff from his feigned paralysis. He did some nimble toe touching and a few vigorous deep knee bends, for he was a very fit man who exercised regularly. When he got the blood flowing again, he jigged in springly fashion to the dresser and poured himself a glass of brandy and sipped it with appreciation, head cocked to one side, as if listening to the sounds of his potent nuts filling up again.
Chapter Five
Dolly was headed back to her own quarters, thinking she would have a quick cunt rub before she carried on with her duties as a maid. She knew it was wicked of her to have gotten so excited, simply because she'd nursed the elder Wintergreen, but she couldn't help it. She might not be a cocksucker by definition-her own definition-but she had sucked a cock, all right, and swallowed his savory spunk, and that was enough to make the purest of maids a bit randy.
Then, too, there had been that remarkable session with the mistress, when Dolly had come for no reason-as she saw it-and she began to wonder if her sexuality was not starting to run, amuck. Basically passionate, but always before keeping that passion controlled, Dolly wondered if she was showing a reaction now to her years of enforced chastity. She thought it was pretty likely that she would lose her cherry the next time she saw Duke.
In fact, she had almost lost it the last time she saw Duke. But now, in this new setting-amidst the glamour of the wealthy-Duke no longer seemed quite so charming. Her maidenhead no longer seemed such an asset, either.
Rounding a corner, she encountered Jonathon, who had rounded it just in front of her, then turned back as if coming from the other direction. He looked innocent. He looked handsome, too, Dolly thought. She wondered how it would feel to kiss a man whose jaw did not stick out like the prow of a tugboat.
Jonathon raised his eyebrows.
"Finished with father already?" "Yes, all done."
"Was he happy with your work?" "I think so, sir."
"You haven't been very long. I do hope you cleaned up afterwards. Never do to have spunk congealing on the walls and dripping from the ceiling, eh?"
"Er. . ."
"The nurse has a truly time saving technique," Jonathon said. "I forgot to mention it to you. When he's ready to shoot, she takes his cock in her mouth and swallows it; saves a great deal of scrubbing up afterwards."
"Oh, you know about that, huh? Your father thought it was a secret."
"Ah, he told you that, did he?"
Jonathon was looking at her mouth, and Dolly blushed.
She wondered if her mouth would have to be examined now, as her virginal pussy had been before. What instrument would be used to test her mouth for chastity?
But he shrugged and said, "Well, I know nothing of such things, housework and whatnot; the servants don't tell me how to invest my money and I don't tell them bow to empty balls." He smiled diffidently. "Everyone has their own method, I suppose, and it must make a difference-if you are doing it in your line of work or in your spare time, for pleasure."
"I don't think it's so very different, sir. But I'm not really qualified to say, being a virgin."
"Ah, you are a maiden, are you?"
She nodded, blushing again, not sure if she was proud of her cherry or ashamed of it, if she should display it like a medal or conceal it like a blemish.
"Yes . . . your wife tested my virginity," she said.
"Tested?"
"Tasted."
"Tasted?"
"The taste test." "Good Lord . . . do you mean to say that Claire-that is to say, your mistress-has been sucking your cunt?"
"Oh, no, sir! Whatever are you thinking? She just sucked and licked to make sure I was virginal."
Jonathon sighed. He tried his best to look sad, although there was a twinkle in his merry eye.
He said, "Yes, she always does that, I'm afraid. She seems to enjoy eating pussy. But it doesn't work, I'm sorry to say. You can't tell a virgin by the taste?' Dolly was shocked.
"The only way to test a virgin is with a hard cock," he said. "But that test would confound the results, sir, because after she had been tested and found virginal, she would no longer be a virgin because of the nature of the testing equipment."
"Quite right; a paradox; a classic case of the scientific investigator affecting what he investigates. Can't be helped, though. If only girls had two cunts, one to be tested and one to be used as a control . . .
I wish I had two cunts, Dolly thought. Double the fun.
She said, "But if the taste test doesn't work, why did the mistress suck my cunt?"
"Lust, I fear," Jonathon sighed.
"Oh, dear! You mean. . . unknown to my chaste self . . . I've had a lesbian experience?"
Jonathon nodded sadly.
Dolly was blushing furiously.
"No wonder I came in her mouth," she said.
"Yes, it's to be expected; Claire has quite a talent for making girls come."
Dolly had another terrible thought; she said, "Tell me . . . is it true that a girl isn't really giving a blow job, even if she has a dick in her mouth, as long as her hand keeps pumping?"
He smiled ruefully and shook his head.
"That's an old wives' tale," he told her. "Once you've had a prick in your mouth, you're classified as a cocksucker."
"Oh, dear," Dolly wailed. Even her dimples were blushing, now.
"I expect my father led you astray there, my dear," Jonathon said.
Dolly nodded. She was relieved to see that the master was not angry or disgusted with her, although she mourned for the loss of her oral virginity. As much as she'd enjoyed milking that big dick, she thought she would have enjoyed it even more if she had known the truth, known that she was cocksucking instead of nursing.
"I'm so ashamed," she said.
"No need to be. The rich are different and, by extension, the servants of the rich have a certain degree of tolerance in their own behavior."
He turned and they went down the long hallway side by side.
She said, "At least I'm still a virgin."
He smiled.
They came abreast of the door to Amanda's bedroom. The door was not entirely closed. Sounds came out, moist slurpings and little gasps of pleasure and a steady buzzing sound.
Dolly looked at Jonathon. He shrugged; he looked into the bedroom; Dolly looked into the bedroom, too.
"Good heavens!" she gasped.
"Is there no end to this depravity?" he said. A remarkable scene confronted them. Claire Wintergreen, stark naked, was reclining on the bed, her legs spread wide and her back deeply arched. Amanda was curled onto her back, beside her mother's pistoning hip. She was fucking Claire with the humming dildo.
She was pushing the long, active device steadily in and out of Claire's bushy twat, running the vibrating length across her clit and up her hole. Cunt juice ran down into the crack of Claire's ass and glistened along the joystick. Claire's long legs rippled and flashed as she gyrated with delight.
Dolly and Jonathon stood side by side at the door, looking in. He put his arm around her, but she didn't object-she knew that he was shocked and stunned and was merely clinging to her nubile hip for support.
Dolly's mouth gaped open so wide that her chin rested on the full upper slope of her tits.
Amanda slithered the stick up Claire's twat; this time when she pulled it back, she took it all the way out and held it up. It buzzed furiously, as if it had a will of its own and wanted to be slapped back up that wet pussy. Drops of foamy cunt juice flew from the shimmering orgasm rod.
Smiling wickedly, Amanda brought the cum coated vibrator to her lips and sucked on the tip.
"This is monstrous!" Jonathon rasped.
The poor man, Dolly thought. How must he feel? His wife and his daughter both! And together! It seemed far worse that if he had discovered his wife in an act of simple adultery or found his daughter being sexually permissive.
Amanda sucked and licked the dildo until it sparkled, then proceeded to screw Claire with it some more.
Claire's juicy cunt lips sucked on the rod; the rod buzzed like an angry hornet as it was dragged out; then the sound became softer as it ran up her hole and was muffled therein.
Claire shuddered, humped faster and faster; then sighed and her mobile pelvis slowed.
"Let me do you again," she said.
Amanda squealed with joy at that suggestion. She handed the vibrator to her mother as she flapped down, exchanging it as if it were a baton in a relay race. Amanda drew her knees up and spread her legs; Claire fitted the snout of the instrument to the girl's creamy gash and began working it up her hole.
Jonathon coughed.
Claire's head snapped around; Amanda looked up; mother and daughter stared at husband and father.
Amanda grinned, but Claire, at least, had the grace to blush with shame.
Claire was, in fact, so ashamed that she could not hold her husband's gaze. She had to hide her head in her embarrassment. And there was only one close and logical place where, like an ostrich, she could bury her blushing face.
Claire buried her face in Amanda's cunt.
Amanda gurgled with joy; Dolly gasped. She felt Jonathon stiffen at her side and his hand slipped onto her tit-purely by accident, of course.
To give Claire the benefit of the doubt, she had most assuredly buried her face in her daughter's crotch in order to hide her shame from the watchers at the door. One must believe that. But once her face was hidden in that juicy place of concealment, it was only natural that the woman start sucking.
She sucked.
Amanda sighed, then whimpered.
They could hear the soft, fluid sounds of Claire's tongue and lips as she sucked hungrily away on Amanda's flooded cunt, her head bobbing up and down ecstatically.
Jonathan took Dolly by the hand and led her away.
"They're gone, Mom," Amanda said.
The truth was out! It had all been a scheme to further lead the virgin maid into depravity, to steep her fertile young mind in a sea of sexual lust. But they were not evil people, simply amoral-and pleased to have an innocent young virgin maid to initiate into the joy of fucking and sucking. Claire raised her beach Her lips were gleaming with cunt juice and her amber eyes smoldered.
"But since you're down there . . ." Amanda said, smiling and giving her nubile pelvis a flip.
Amanda's teeth flashed in a depraved smile. And without an audience to play for now, the sex crazed woman dipped her head once more and continued to suck Amanda's steaming pussy with vigor.
She was on her knees, head down and ass up. She began to move through a rotation, her knees shuffling to the side, her taut ass swinging around, her head remaining clamped to Amanda's crotch. Her body was like a protractor describing a circle. Her juicy ass and her trim hips flashed and humped as she came around. Amanda lay back, enjoying the sensation at her crotch and smiling in anticipation of the reverse pleasure that was slowly circling around into position.
Claire's kneeling body was at a right angle to Amanda's reclining form now; her knees moved and she closed the angle. Her knee was beside Amanda's shoulder. She rose, hips shifting, and threw her leg over the girl, straddling her. Claire had turned through a half circle now and was poised above Amanda, and not once through the whole nimble maneuver had her greedy mouth stopped sucking on the girl's creamy slot.
Amanda's tongue shot out, lapping at the air. Claire lowered her crotch. Amanda opened her mouth wide, like a baby bird waiting to be fed, her tongue flashing.
Claire's cunt settled over her upturned, eager face. Amanda, who had been licking and sucking in expectation even before they made contact, continued to lick and suck in a frenzy of lust, now that she had a juicy, steaming hot box on which to work. Her tongue flared up Claire's hole and her Lips pursed on those soaking cunt lips, sucking hungrily.
Claire had never stopped sucking. Her ass rippled and she began to work at both ends as, locked together in the position of inverted love, like some mystical, two headed-and two tailed-beast, they shared the joy of sixty nining They both started to come and, sharing the thrill, it was as if they were also sharing the same hot cunt juice, gobbling it up by the tongueful at one end and letting it run out in a steaming, creamy flood at the other-a contained alternating current coursing back and forth in a circuit through their linked and loving bodies.
Beside them, on the bed, the neglected dildo buzzed and hummed with rage at being abandoned.
Chapter Six
Jonathon, still holding Dolly by the hand-not at all the way a master normally behaves with a maid-led the girl into the library. It was a big room with a fireplace. The fireplace was functioning, flames dancing and throwing shadows at the high bookshelves. He led her to a leather couch and she sat down. After a moment, he sat beside her.
"You must be shocked," he said.
"Well . . . yes . . . but you must be, too."
"No . . . I've long suspected."
"You poor man."
"I wouldn't mind what my wife did, if only she would be kind to me," he said. "But the truth is that she prefers women almost entirely, now." He lowered his head and sighed. His hand stroked Dolly's lush thigh.
She didn't mind; she knew he was only looking for sympathy and understanding.
"In fact, I haven't even slept with her in over a year now," he said, his jaws tightening.
"Why, that's wicked of her!"
"Yes. I get very frustrated. Yet, what can I do? I'm not the sort of man to take a mistress or patronize a prostitute. I've always been faithful to Claire; it's a problem."
Dolly thought about that-as, perhaps, Wintergreen had intended her to do. His hand moved up her thigh, back down, up a bit higher.
Dolly said, "It seems to me that your problem is exactly the same as your father's."
He looked at her, blinking.
"Well, not exactly the sane . . . I mean, you aren't paralyzed, as he is, poor man.
Wintergreen senior was, at this very moment, doing a little jig, happy to see that his massive pecker was starting to get hard again. But that was unknown to Dolly.
"But the problem is the same.. . voiding your semen . . . except that he can't do it because of his affliction and you can't do it because of your wife's horrid preferences."
"I never thought of it like that."
"I suppose you could jerk off. ."
"Oh, I would find that distasteful."
Yes, she saw, that was hardly the sort of thing a wealthy aristocrat would do. But the man must be in agony if he had not come in a whole year! And, to his credit, he was being tormented because of his own principles, because he refused to take a mistress or seduce someone other than his wife or pay a visit to a whore. It didn't seem at all fair.
Dolly said, "So if the problem is the same, why not seek the same solution?"
"You mean . . ."
"Hire a nurse. Or . . . " she lowered her eyes modestly ". . . or a maid to take care of your needs. That wouldn't be at all the same as seducing a girl or paying a whore, it would just be a sort of necessary health exercise."
"Why, yes," he said. "But not being paralyzed, I wouldn't be satisfied with a handjob or... "he shot her a quick look"... or a blow job. I'd need a fuck."
"Oh, but it wouldn't be really fucking," Dolly explained. "You wouldn't be actually screwing this girl . . . just using her pussy to come into."
Jonathon snapped his fingers.
"Why, I never thought of that!"
"So all you have to do is find the right girl . ."
"I say! I don't suppose you .."
"Gee, I'd be glad to . .. except I'm a virgin."
"But that wouldn't matter, since it wouldn't be really fucking, you see. You would just be lending me your cunt as a sort of a cum bucket...not the same thing at all."
Dolly considered that. She could see there was a great deal of truth to it, and she felt very sorry for the poor, deprived master. Surely it could do no harm to let him borrow her cunt for a few minutes. As long as she was very careful not to get sexually aroused, of course.
"You're sure I'd still be a virgin after you put your cock up me... and come in me and all?"
"Without a doubt," he assured her. "It isn't the cock or the cum; it's the intention that counts."
"In that case, I'd be honored to assist you, sir."
His hand, which was already resting high on her lush thigh, slipped up to her crotch. He began to massage her cunt through the sodden French silk panties, tracing along her unfurled cunt lips and rubbing her clit. Her nipples shot out, stiffening, and she began to gasp.
She knew she shouldn't be experiencing such a sensual emotion but she couldn't help herself. It was just as it had been when she had the older Wintergreen's dick in her mouth-while doing a gentleman a favor, she was inspired to passion-but it was merely a side effect. And it felt so good.
For a man who had not dipped his wick in over a year, Wintergreen seemed to no great rush to stuff his cock up her cunt. Dolly admired his self-restraint. Considerate man that he was, he was obviously working her cunt up so that it would be juicy and lubricated and he would not hurt her when he slipped the prong to her.
His hand slid inside the black panties and worked lovingly an her naked pussy, stroking and dipping, fingering and rubbing, strumming her vibrant love bead and tracing her cunt lips. He was much more expert at playing with a pussy than Duke was, she thought-with a twinge of guilt at being disloyal to her boyfriend. She thought she had better not mention to Duke that she'd lent her cunt to Wintergreen; the lantern jawed lover was not overly intelligent and might not see that it wasn't the same as fucking.
When he tugged her panties down, Dolly hiked her ass up so he could draw them over her hips. With her loins unwrapped now, he didn't return to her cunt immediately; instead he opened the lace blouse and began to play with her tits, massaging and kneading the tit mounds and pressing them together and up, so that the stiff nipples rose like little pink nuggets. He pulled and rubbed at them, and they grew larger and harder. Returning to her cunt, he began to finger the juicy slot and tantalize the taut clit.
It occurred to Dolly that Wintergreen had made no attempt to kiss her on the mouth, although he had kissed her nipples, and that fact reaffirmed her conviction that he was being honorable with her-if they had kissed it would have been as if they were making love-by leaving that oscillatory caress out of the foreplay. He was not seducing her, but merely borrowing her hole as a receptacle for his long pent up spunk.
And it was a more than willing receptacle, too; the labia unfurled like the blossom of a fleshy pink flower and the slot flooded with cunt juice. She opened her legs wider, granting his hands full access to her loins, and her whole body was tingling with pleasure and expectation. She was going to find out what it felt like to have a fat dick stuffed up her hot hole and to feel a man's thick cum spurt into her cunt. She just knew that it was going to be a wonderful experience.
Even though they wouldn't be fucking in the proper sense-or so she insisted on believing it would probably feel just the same, since the physical linkage would be the same, and she knew that she was a lucky girl to get the sensation without the guilt.
Wintergreen had not taken his dick out yet. Dolly thought it would be a nice, friendly gesture on her part if she were to do that for him.
She reached down and opened his fly. She had never opened a man's fly before, even Duke's-he always hauled his own pecker out when he was ready for a handjob-but she found that there was no mystery to the unveiling. No sooner had she opened his pants than his prick came rushing out of its own accord, like a wild bull charging into the corrida, looking for soft flesh to gore on its huge horn-a solitary horn well adapted to goring.
Dolly gave a little gasp of joy when she saw how large Wintergreen's pecker was. It was even bigger than his father's-a thick shaft surmounted by a flaring slab of dark head, taut as a bow spring and so hot that she could feel the warmth wafting over her. She tucked her hand into his open fly and drew his balls out, anxious to get a look at those bloated nuts that contained the first load of spunk that was ever going to spurt into her cunt; His cock looked like a cannon, rolling out on the wheels of his balls as if they were a gun carriage, the muzzle parted down the tip, ready to throw a fluid round of shot. This was passionate artillery, indeed-lusty ordinance that looked capable of sinking a ship pr breaching the walls of a fort. She cooed with delight. A cannon that could dismast a frigate or deflower a virgin, breach a fortification or a maidenhead with equal ease was a rare treat, indeed.
And, believing Wintergreen when he told her he had not come in over a year, she knew that his seminal magazine would be absolutely stuffed with slippery shot and supercharged like a magnum with the firepower of orgasm. Her pussy was burning for the feel of his high velocity blast and the slap of his soft slugs.
Dolly began fondling his staff, rubbing her thumb against the underside, fingering the knob, cupping his balls. She didn't pump it up and down, however, for she didn't want to take the risk of having him come in her hand. She was determined to take it up her pussy, and it would have been a tragedy if he blasted off before he got up there, coming in a high arch like a mortar rather than in a low trajectory like a field piece.
Wintergreen let her caress his dick for a few minutes. Then he stood up and stepped out of his trousers. His cock seemed even larger when he stood; it jutted out before him like a pole before a pole-vaulter, the big knob flaring. The head was glowing like a lightbulb.
He knelt on the couch.
Dolly fell back, bringing her knees up, thighs parted, back arched, cunt open.
He fitted the snout of his cock to her cunt, wriggling it around with a circular motion. Her cunt lips dragged on him trying to pull him up her hole. He was in no hurry. He rubbed his peckerhead against the soft flesh of her inner thighs, just above the tops of her dark stockings and laid it on her cuntal mound for a moment. The broad, flat head resting in her pubic thicket like a snake in the grass, then fitted the tip to her slot once again. He began to push his dick into her, very slowly.
Despite her virginity, her cunt offered no resistance. In fact, her ever so ready pussy was clutching at him, sucking him up and in. He fed her cock inch by inch, and her cunt rippled up his length like a wringer.
Dolly began to gasps as if the sound were being forced out of her lungs by the big pump of his cock.
"Oh! Put it all in!" she cried.
Wintergreen braced himself and shoved the final inches up her steaming cunt, burying his cock to the hilt. He held steady for a moment, letting her cunt grow accustomed to being full of cock meat for the first time. Then he began to screw her with slow, luxurious strokes, his ass winding in like a screwdriver as he fed the prick to her. Rising to his knees, he angled in so that his strokes ran directly across her clit. She began to squirm and gyrate, her ass and hips grinding as he shoveled the load to her, faster and faster.
Wintergreen cupped his hands under her taut ass, lifting her pelvis like a platform before his belly; his dick pried into her like a crowbar, levering her cunt around. Spasms of lust shot through the girl, coming from all directions and flowing together in the depths of her pussy. Her fingertips tingled; her toes curled; her whole body began to vibrate.
Wintergreen was snorting like a stoker as he poured the fuel up her furnace.
His balls were ballooning as they slapped against her upraised ass and his cock swelled inside her, stuffing her full and spreading her clinging cunt wider with every stroke.
Dolly shuddered as the long, lateral waves of her climax began to ripple across her belly.
She was coming!
She was coming just as wonderfully as if they had really been fucking, instead of merely using her cunt to empty his balls-that ever so fine but important distinction.
Coming with a cunt full of pecker was much nicer than coming with a cunt full of fingers, she realized, and she began to jerk and jolt spasmodically on his great rod. Her cunt was bubbling and she was gurgling with joy and bliss, transported to ecstasy on his great locomotive of a prick as he chugged into her, riding his cock like a witch on a broomstick into the magic world of lust.
As her orgasm rose to a peak, Wintergreen plowed into her with vigorous strokes, going faster and faster until they were fairly flying together and his big plunger was spraying the cunt juice out of her hole in a fine mist.
Then he was at the peak, too, and he howled with the sensation. His cock surged inside her, and suddenly the girl felt his hot cum jetting savagely into her loins. For a split second, all her sensations were suspended as she thrilled to her first ever cuntful of cum; her own orgasm stopped for that instant as she concentrated on his, feeling his thick sap pour into her.
Then she was wracked by a spasm of blinding heat and her cunt melted as if her loins had turned to cunt juice and she had become a creature without substance, a thing of pure energy and sensation.
Wintergreen walloped his cock in lustily, spurting jet after jet of spunk up her hole, as if he were trying to douse her oil fueled fires with a blanket of thick foam, but his foam was combustible and instead of dampening the fires within her it only served to spread them more widely throughout her body.
Their simultaneous orgasms seemed to last for hours, the girl's sense of time gone haywire in the dimensions of her ecstasy.
Finally Wintergreen slowed, his balls drained, and only a trickle of steaming spunk oozed from his cockhead. Dolly continued to grind beneath him, working off the terminal waves of her climax on his steady prong.
He grinned down at her.
"Thank you," he said.
She couldn't speak for a moment. Her vocal cords seemed to have turned to cunt juice and could only make soft, fluid gurgles. Then she said, "Oh, I'm happy that I could help you, sir. . . that I could place my cunt at your disposal."
His cock was still jammed fast up her hole and it showed no signs of softening or diminishing.
He said, "When a gentleman has not got his rocks off for a year, he often needs to come several times."
Dolly smiled happily. His cum was already seeping into her body, becoming part of her and making room in her cunt for yet another load of the precious nectar of passion.
"Okay," she said. "But I'm not going to get much cleaning done today, I can see."
"Cleaning out my balls is the important thing." She could understand that and she smiled as his cock began to slide in and out again. Draining dicks was wonderful fun, she thought. It was probably almost as much fun as actually fucking.
Chapter Seven
Duke was drinking in The Midtown Bucket, a low life bar patronized by shrimpers and lobster fisherman and dock workers. This was the other side of the coin from the fashionable Bellevue Manson society, in a Jekyl and Hyde sort of city, where slums and fashionable segments of the social structure rubbed shoulders at lines of demarcation so well defined that they might have been marked out by lines down the center of the streets or road signs that said 'Ghetto' and pointed out the route with an arrow.
Duke was morose, knowing that he would not get another chance to crack Dolly's virginity for a whole week-that he would not even get a hand job from her, to take the pressure off. He was drinking shots, with beer chasers.
This was a rough bar. Two drunks were fighting in the back, rolling over and over on the filthy floor, biting and scratching. A bearded sailor with a sailor's beard-a loop of curly red hair without a moustache, like Captain Ahab-was vomiting on the bar. A fat girl had passed out on the pool table. Her dress had hiked up and her cunt was exposed. A game was in progress around her, and the players were banking balls off her big tits, caroming from her meaty thighs and jumping masse shots over her head.
An argument started.
One player had sunk the eight ball in her cunt and his opponent was claiming that a cunt was not technically a legal pocket, even though he had called the shot. The black ball was lodged securely in her hairy hole.
Duke watched this scene with mild interest, looking speculatively at her cunt. He was wondering if he might get his rocks off in that hairy hole. He didn't fancy her much, but he believed in the principle of any port in a storm.
One of the arguing players, a shrimper named Gus, asked Duke to arbitrate the dispute. The other player, who had sunk the eight ball in the cunt and whose name was Sam, agreed to arbitration.
Duke walked over to the table and plucked the black ball from the hairy pocket.
"The question is, is a cunt part of the game," he said. It was a tricky point. They should have clarified the rules before they started the game, he figured.
Awaiting Duke's decision, Sam began to stroke his cue stick up the girl's pussy. He formed a bridge with his hand and pushed several inches of stick in and out.
The girl stirred in her drunken slumber and her cunt began to get nice and juicy.
Duke said, "I think we ought to call it no contest."
Gus and Sam accepted this decision; they had both gotten interested in the cunt now-for its own sake, rather than as a part of the pool table.
Sam pulled his cue stick out of her crotch and leaned it against the wall; he opened his pants and hauled his own cue stick out-a sizeable brute of a pecker. He was grinning fiendishly. He took up the chalk and began to carefully chalk the head of his prick, so that he wouldn't miscue. Then he crawled onto the table and fitted the blue chalked head of his dick to the girl's cunt.
"Cock in the cunt, one bank off the thigh," he called.
He bounced his cockhead off her fat leg at just the right angle, and the meaty slab rolled up and dropped into her pussy.
Sam began to stroke the carnal cue stick in and out, steadily.
"No fucking on the pool table!" the bartender cried, but they ignored him.
Gus had his own dick out, now.
"Cockhead in the left cheek with a kiss off the tongue," he called, and he spilled the pork into the sleeping beauty's mouth without further ado.
Sam banged lustily away on her pussy and Gus slid his cock in and out of her mouth. The girl stirred and mumbled, starting to wake up. She began to breathe steadily, as if she were tooting on a flute.
Gus' dick slipped out of her mouth.
"Damn!" he said. "Miscued."
He chalked his cockhead and slipped it in again. The girl frowned; she didn't mind the dick but she didn't care for the taste of chalk.
Duke pulled his owner pecker out and laid the head on the edge of the table waiting for his turn.
"Gonna cheat on Dolly?" Sam asked.
"Ah, she's got a new job; I won't be seeing her for a week and I gotta unload my balls somewhere."
"That's true," Sam said, pushing his dick all the way up the fat girl's cunt, so that his balls rolled up the felt covered table and wedged into the crack of her ass.
"Unghhh!" he snorted; he shot in her cunt.
He pulled out. Cum and cunt juice ran from her snatch onto the felt. The bartender shouted in anger.
Gus blew thick spunk into her cheek, shifted and aimed a second spout down her throat. She mumbled, gulping it down in her sleep-a girl well accustomed to drinking scum and doing it by reflex. Duke crawled onto the table, prepared to sink his shot in the girl's quim.
"Where's Dolly working now, then? Out of town?"
Duke fitted his dick to the girl's pussy with concentration. Sometimes balls got stuck in machines, and he wanted to get it lined up straight so it wouldn't jam.
He said, "Naw, up on Bellevue."
"How come you can't see her, then?"
He shoved his dick straight into the pocket. "She's got to live in," he explained.
"Rich folk, eh?"
"Yeah. Wintergreens."
"Oh oh!"
"Why'd you say that?" Duke asked, pouring dick up the sleeping girl without much interest, just shooting a nonchalant game without anything at stake.
"Them Wintergreens are kinky," Sam said.
"How so?"
"Well, I knew a girl used to clean for them and she said they all fucked her. And I know their chauffeur, too, and he's always putting the pork to one of them. Real kinky. They're probably balling Dolly right now."
"Naw! Not Dolly."
"Can't tell."
"She's cherry."
"Yeah, but rich folk got ways to deal with that. They know how to seduce the lower classes."
Duke looked horrified.
"You think?" he said.
"I'd bet on it."
Duke lost interest in cue sticking the girl. He pulled his cock out and stuffed it back into his pants, wincing as he bent it to conform it to his trousers.
He said, "I think maybe I better take a run up there and make sure Dolly knows those rich folk are seducers."
"Good idea," Sam agreed.
Sam put his dick in the girl's mouth; Gus came down and stroked into her pussy. The bartender shouted in vain and two more drunks vomited on the bar. Duke walked out.
He didn't really think that virginal Dolly would fall for any seduction nonsense but he thought it might be just as well to warn her, just in case.
He'd waited so long to crack her cunt that it would have been a true tragedy to have someone else get in there first, he reckoned.
Jonathon Wintergreen had already been in there first. And second.
And now he was preparing to get in there third, as well, for he was so pleased by her trim little pussy that his dick was not showing the slightest sign of relenting, although he'd poured two considerable ball loads up her cunt. And although her belly was fairly awash with cum, Dolly was perfectly happy to have him fill her up again, for she was having so much fun in the lending of her cum bucket that she would have been quite content to carry on all day and all night.
She was even speculating whether there was any call for a lending library type business, whereby cocks in desperate straits could borrow her pussy, slipping it on like a glove and coming into it abundantly. Maybe she could issue cunt card, like library cards, and charge a fine if an orgasm was overdue She didn't think Duke would approve of that, however.
But coming was a thing that Dolly approved of more and more as she grew accustomed to the sensation. Up until that day, her orgasms had been limited to those caused by hands-her own or Duke's and now the randy but innocent girl was discovering that there were qualitative changes in climaxes, degrees of coming that went up and down a sliding scale just as a pecker slid in and out of mouth or cunt with variations-depending on its length. Thus, an orgasm derived from a nimble tongue on the clit was not the same as one caused by the stuffing of a fat dick, and one that sort of crept up unannounced, while a girl was sucking on a big pecker, was yet another thing.
Dolly was not judging these various orgasms as to desirability or thrill; she was simply defining them for their differences, rather than rating them And she saw that it was by far the best thing if a girl could experience all the different forms of coming, changing from one to the other, rather than getting stuck in the proverbial rut. In the Wintergreen house; that was possible.
Her lively imagination reached ahead.
She hoped that Claire Wintergreen would find it advisable to taste test her cunt at least once a week. She had been enlightened on that score and knew that the taste test was not valid in judging virginity. She knew she could brazen it out, maintaining her purity even as her pussy bubble over in Claire's hungry mouth. There was deception there, it was true, but more on Claire's part than on Dolly's.
Dolly felt a little guilty about letting a cunt starved woman suck her, off, but it had felt so wonderful that her guilt was a feeble barrier against her willingness. She also wondered if sexy, nubile young Amanda might not want a crack at her crack?
She wondered why those women liked to suck pussy. Dolly had always believed that was something that only pure lesbians did, and now, awakened to bi-sexuality, her curiosity was fired. She wondered what it would be like to mouth a cunt, and found the prospect exciting. If the situation arose-there would have to be some excuse, of course, but just in case . . . it was a fascinating thought!
She had a weekly blow job to give to the elder Wintergreen, and that was strictly in line with her duties, but ever so pleasant. Perhaps Jonathon, too, would need some head from time to time, since if his wife wouldn't fuck him she probably didn't blow him, either. So one way or the other, she had to get Jonathan's rocks off with a degree of regularity.
And if he were deceiving her? If his wife were not really denying him at all, but he had merely made that up as an excuse to have his way with Dolly? Well, the maid was not stupid and she saw that possibility. But she chose to ignore it. No matter what she knew or thought about the situation, as long as she pretended to believe his tale of need and frustration, her guilt could be handled.
On her day off she intended to let Duke fuck her; the days of her virginity were behind her.
So she planned her future as she took the present, in the form of Jonathon Wintergreen's massive prick, and half believed it was an act of kindness, rather than passion, despite the way her pussy melted.
The first two fucks had been on the leather couch. The first had been a standard man on top job, the second a modified missionary, in that he still mounted her from the top and face to face but kept his knees under him and lifted her crotch high to his thrust. The third time he took her standing, her back braced against the bookshelves while he dipped his knees and slithered his cock up her cunt with vertical strokes.
Now a fourth fuck seemed likely, for his big pecker was still rampant.
There was a polar bear rug before the fireplace, and Dolly was sitting on the rug, curled onto her flank, Her blouse and bra had somehow departed, in the course of their coupling, and she wore only a garter belt and stockings, and the little lace cap on her head. She was flushed with the pleasure of having been well fucked and quite ready to fuck some more.
Jonathon was stirring the fire with a poker, causing the embers to flare and cast pleasant warmth over the girl. He required a few moments of recovery time before he screwed her again, although his dick was still erect, and not wanting to let her know that he was flagging he pretended that the fire needed attention.
But Jonathon recovered fast. His balls seemed a never ending source of spunk, and his cock was adamant in its demands. Watching him now as he stirred the poker, in the fire, Dolly giggled. His dick looked like a poker, itself-a short poker, as pokers are measured, although plenty long on a peter meter. The knob was glowing bright red, either from internal heat or because it was jutting out close to the fireplace. It cast an oblong shadow up his torso as it blocked out the firelight. The firelight seemed to dance on his dick and his dick seemed to be toasting itself in the warmth.
Dolly giggled again, thinking of sticking marshmallows on the end of his prick and toasting them in the open fire, and licking the melted, gooey white substance off, too-licking and licking at the sticky white stuff until maybe some other sticky sauce might flow from his peckerhead and spice up the delicacy! She thought of shish kabobs and hot dogs with that white condiment flowing over them and her mouth watered. But it was an idle fancy; she wouldn't want to stick Jonathon's lovely cock in the fire and she was sure he wouldn't want her to.
But the idea inspired her.
Crawling across the white rug, the maid arched her neck up like a giraffe stretching for the delicate leaves at the top of a tree.
She slipped his dick into her mouth.
She began to lick and suck, her head going up and down. The warmth from the fire fell on her cheek, causing it to glow as if the big cockhead were illuminating her cheek like a light bulb in a lampshade. Her eyes narrowed and her lips curled up, turning up in a smile right around his cock as she realized that his father had been no novelty-that all dicks were tasty.
She fed it far back into her throat, gagging and gasping, and lovingly pulled her unpeeled lips back up the shaft. Jonathan humped his hips, fucking into her mouth.
His cock was so hot that it might indeed have been used to stir the embers of the fireplace, she thought, as her spit sizzled on the hot meat.
Jonathon stopped playing with the fire, now that he had her mouth to play with. He slid the poker back into the brass stand and slid his cock into her lips. Closing his fist around the hilt of his pecker, he began to move it in her mouth as if he were stirring embers on her tongue, creating air drafts in her cheeks, opening the vent of her throat. Falling in with this, the randy maid reached up and cupped his bloated balls, gently squeezing them, as if they were a bellows and she was blowing air up the thick spout, increasing the fire in her mouth.
He rested his other hand on her head-not forcing her, just tenderly caressing her curly head as he gazed down at her eagerly rising and falling face. Jonathon was infinitely pleased with the way the new maid was working out. She provided the best of both worlds-innocent but willing.
It suddenly occurred to Dolly that perhaps she was too willing; that she might have been too forward and brazen in taking his cock into her mouth without a request on his part. She pulled her lips from his knob with a little popping sound, like a cork from a bottle.
"Err . . . I guess your wife doesn't blow you, either, huh?"
Jonathon instantly saw that the girl was justifying herself and he said, "Never . . . she's too busy sucking pussy to ever take a dick in her mouth."
"Well, I guess I ought to then; huh?"
"I'd be grateful."
Dolly smiled. The justification complete, she fell to sucking once more. She seemed to have a natural talent for it-at least it seemed that way to her-for her mouth slid fluidly up and down without faltering; her teeth never got in the way; her tongue folded neat as could be against the underside of his cockhead. She gagged only slightly when the tip of his fat knob lodged in her gullet.
She was glad his wife didn't blow him.
She spoke with her mouth on his knob, saying the words one at a time and punctuating them with a bobbing of her head, so that the sentence was drawn out as if by a series of dashes between the words-the long dash of his dick.
"I . . . want . . . to . . . drink . . . your . . cum . ."
She buried his cockhead in her throat between each word.
Her words excited Jonathon as much as her mouth did. He began to corkscrew his hips, fucking into her eager mouth. Her lips spread into a wide oval, containing his stalk like a taut collar; her cheeks pulled like velvet sleeves on his knob; her tongue worked like a flail along the throbbing vein; her hand squeezed his balls as if urging them to push the. spunk up his cock.
"Shoot . . . in . . my . . . mouth . . ." she whimpered.
Jonathon held her head in both hands, fucking her mouth with sharp jolts. Her eyes crossed, looking in at his fat stalk as it disappeared from her vision into her maw. Her cheeks grew hollow as she sucked and pushed out. She blew; her lips turned inside out as they pulled up the shaft.
Jonathon suddenly rammed his dick in, pulling her pretty face tight to his belly so that the whole length of his big cock went into her gullet and her nose was pressed to his pubic mound, her chin jammed to his scrotum.
His cockhead slithered down her throat and spilled its hot cream beyond her mouth. It ran down into her belly, warming her like fine brandy.
But it was a disappointment to the girl, for he had come beyond her tastebuds and she had missed out on the rare succulence of his spunk. She pulled her face back so that only his cockhead was in her mouth; she sucked, dragging a second spurt from him. This creamy wad fell directly on her tongue.
"Ahhhh," she sighed, savoring it, then threw back her head and swallowed happily.
She sucked and licked until she was sure that she had pulled every precious drop from him.
His knees had gone weak, his strength sucked out along with his scum; he sank down beside her on the rug. Dolly curled up against him, holding his dick in her hand. It had started to soften, but she rubbed it a bit and it hovered there in no man's land-halfway between an erect and dormant state.
She figured she could get one more fuck out of that joystick before it was spent, but she didn't want to rush things and, stroking his semi hard pecker lovingly, she gazed into the dancing flames of the fireplace. It occurred to her that she had other duties as a maid; that her whole job of work was not limited to the milking of cocks and the providing of pussy.
She said, "I'll have to clear the fireplace . . . later. It's full of ashes."
"You needn't bother with that," he said.
Dolly flashed him a lovely smile.
"I don't mind hauling your ashes," she said.
"Ah," said Jonathon Wintergreen, and he thought that having a maid was a lot more work than not having, a maid. But Jonathon had never been afraid of hard work, as long as he had the proper, hard tools to do it. His dick began to grow again.
Chapter Eight
The neighbors to the left of the Wintergreens had a Bentley. The residents to the right had three Cadillac's. The family across the road had a Mercedes. But the Wintergreens were so wealthy and so self assured with it that they had a three year old pickup truck and didn't worry about it at all.
This was terrible reverse snobbery, of course, but it worked, and the neighbors envied them their confidence and wished heartily that they, too, could drive old trucks.
There was no social climbing involved here, for they were all at the top of the social ladder but, balanced there on the top rung, they scrambled with one upmanship. This went beyond matters of wealth, extending even to amorality. The daughter across the way, for instance, when not motoring about in her Mercedes, was in the habit of fucking her Doberman. The wife to the left drove, in her Bentley, to The Midtown Bucket and places like that where she picked up an assortment of dockhands and fishermen for orgies. The man on the right dressed in women's clothing, although he was neither a homosexual nor a transvestite, simply so that he could lurk in women's toilets and watch nubile young girls piss. He boasted of this depravity.
But with their constant stream of servant fucking spiced by incest, the Wintergreens held the dominant position. But in one respect all these families were equal and could get no edge; that was in the number of servants and the number of jobs they could think of for hiring more servants. They all had butlers, maids, chefs and gardeners; they all had chauffeurs in livery and footmen and social secretaries. No one could pry out an advantage here, for it would have been the most obvious ostentation to hire, say, seven butlers. Now, sitting on the bearskin rug with Dolly stroking his dick, Jonathon saw where he could make a coup.
Jonathon decided he would have to hire some fellow for the job-some suitably loutish fellow who could be dressed as a chimney sweep and dusted with a fine coating of wood ash. The more common this man was, the better in the one-upmanship game.
And even as he was thinking of this, who should walk up the broad front lawn past the pickup truck but Duke, who was as loutish as a man can be.
Duke hesitated, wondering if he should go around the side to the servants' entrance. But, although a lout, he was not a lackey; he marched right up to the front door.
He figured that Dolly would answer the door.
But as it happened, Dolly was busy at the moment, pulling the master's cock to a new hard on. The butler, who would properly have answered, anyway, was busy pulling his own cock, and the chauffeur was in the garage servicing Amanda's dildo, and the chef was jerking off in the Hollandaise sauce because he knew that the mistress liked it creamy.
And Claire and Amanda, refreshed from sixtynining, were just coming down the stairs when Duke rang.
It was wondrous reverse snobbery to answer the door oneself; they did so together.
"Yes?" Claire said.
Duke whipped his cloth cap off and held it in his hand.
Claire's nose wrinkled from proximity to the lower order, but Amanda looked pleased.
"How splendidly loutish!" she cried. "Err . . ." said Duke. "Oh, Amanda... have you no taste?" Claire said.
"I do love commoners," said the naughty daughter. "Dusty Italian stonemasons, rancid Irish laborers, sweating assembly line workers with their dicks assembled in clusters."
Claire sighed, but she was smiling.
"I want to see Dolly McGuire," Duke said, nervously fondling his cap and licking his lips.
"Who?" Amanda said.
"The new maid, dear," Claire told her. "I think she's busy with Daddy." "I could come back later," Duke said, feeling uncomfortable in their presence.
"But just look at his jaw, Mother," Amanda said. "He looks like a gargoyle! He wouldn't be out of place hanging from the wall of a French church. How positively delightful!"
Duke scowled, not sure if he was being insulted. "Oh, may I screw him, Mother?"
"If you must," said Claire.
"Huh?" said Duke, with that massive jaw hanging down like a collapsed marquee.
"Do come in, you delightful creature," Amanda said: Duke walked into the mansion. Amanda took his hand. His eyes rolled in disbelief.
"Won't you join us, Mother?" the oversexed rich girl asked.
"Certainly not. But . . . I might just watch, at that; I'm interested to see how the lower classes perform. And it's always exciting to watch my daughter misbehave." Perform? Duke thought. He had an awful image of himself dressed up as a jester, juggling balls and turning somersaults while the nobility laughed at him.
He said, "What you talking about?" "Fucking," Amanda clarified.
"Fucking?"
"Of course."
"Who am I supposed to fuck?" He was suspicious; there was no telling what dubious hole they might want him to stick his cock in, these depraved society folk-maybe they had a crazy old aunt locked up in the attic.
"Why . . . me, silly," said Amanda.
Duke couldn't believe it.
"Naw!" he said.
Amanda opened her jeans and showed him her cunt; Duke became a believer.
I don't believe this, he thought, even as he saw that it was true; that through some quirk in the nature of the very rich, he was about to dip his wick in the spoiled little rich girl while the sexy mother observed. He saw that there was more truth than poetry in. the term, "filthy rich".
Leading him by the hand, Amanda took Duke down the hallway. She was walking just ahead of him and Duke was staring at her pert little ass in her tight bottomed-but open flied-jeans, which was why he didn't glance into the library as they passed.
And didn't see Dolly working Jonathon's dick up in front of the fire.
He heard a sigh or two of pleasure coming from there but he paid it no mind. Amanda led him into the room next to the library. This was the study, with a big desk and tall, arched windows that looked out on the landscaped grounds.
Claire followed them in.
"I thought you were taking him to your bedroom, dear," she said.
"Mother! Really! I like to fuck and suck with louts, it's true; but there are limits. I certainly don't want one soiling my bed!"
Claire was glad of that.
Claire sat down in a soft chair and threw one leg over the armrest. She pulled her dress up and cupped her hand to her cunt, not stroking it yet, just holding it in preparation in case, inspired by the sight she was about to see, she just wanted her hand to be in position to go to work.
Amanda started to unbutton Duke's shirt.
"Hadn't we ought to kiss or something, first?" he suggested, accustomed as he was to seduction attempts.
"Good Lord, no!" she said.
She took his shirt off. His torso was slabbed with great, flat muscles. Amanda began to lick his stomach, his belly, his chest. Her tongue washed lovingly over his body but she avoided his mouth. There were limits even to her depravity.
She opened his trousers; she knelt and pulled them down. She took them off his feet without looking; her face was level and she was looking straight ahead, at his cock. His big prick stuck right out in her face and she licked her lips. She sniffed.
"Oh! Nicely foul," she said, happily.
"Err . . .I just had my dick up a fat girl on a pool table," Duke said, not wishing to be thought less than fastidious. "Maybe I ought to wash it first, huh?"
"Don't you dare! Cocks are much, much nicer when they've been steeped in cunt juice and left to ferment."
Her tongue came out and she licked the head of his pecker.
Claire gave a little gasp of vicarious pleasure and began to rub her clitoris. Her labia sluggishly unfurled; cunt juice began to bubble up in her wet, pink slot.
Amanda took his knob into her mouth and sucked.
Then she began to lick him all over, winding her nimble body around him as if she were weaving them together in a carnal tapestry. She licked up his thighs, along the creases, over his flat belly and back down to his balls. She tongued his swollen sac, then pulled his nuts into her mouth and sucked on them. She coiled her sinuous body around his flank and her tongue slipped up the crack of his ass.
Duke gasped at a sensation new to him. "Filthy rich" summed it up, no doubt of that. Amanda placed her flattened hands on his cheeks and spread them open; her tongue darted right up into his asshole, flaring and dipping and slurping.
Amanda would never have though of ass rimming a gentlemen with her tongue.
A lout was a different matter.
Claire, watching with great interest, began to strum her clit furiously. It Was hard not to get involved in such an erotic situation, she realized, lout or not.
Amanda bent backwards and squirmed through his legs, licking down the crack of his ass and along his crotch and surfacing in front of him with his balls in her mouth.
She moved away then, leaving him trembling while she took ha scant clothing off. Naked, she crawled back and began tonguing him again, rubbing her tits against him as she did so. She took his cock into her mouth and shoved a finger up his asshole; she began to suck and ream lustily.
Claire decided she wanted a better seat. She left the chair and knelt beside her daughter.
"Want a taste, Mom?" Amanda asked.
"Well ... just a nibble."
Amanda pulled her lips off the head of his dick. They unrolled from his knob like a condom. She passed his pecker over to her mother and Claire took it in her mouth and sucked for a moment.
"Not bad," she said.
"Lots of flavor to lout dick," Amanda said.
"Ummm. It's junk food, of course. But still. . ."
Claire gave him another suck, then passed the baton back to Amanda.
Amanda sucked on his knob again. Claire leaned close, watching the girl's lips pull and drag on the meaty mouthful. She titled her head and commenced to licking his balls. Her tongue swept up the stalk. Amanda plucked his dick head from her lips and Claire tongued it thoroughly. They were sharing his cock now, taking turns on the knob; while one sucked the other licked and then they switched positions, giving and getting equal sucking time.
"Can I fuck him now, Mom?" Amanda asked. "Or do you want to drink his spunk first?"
"Oh, no; be my guest. But. . . why don't you fuck dog fashion; that way I'll be able to see better."
Amanda agreed willingly.
Duke was too stunned to react at all; he was just a tool that they were using, just as they used a dildo.
Amanda got down on all fours, her ass elevated and wriggling, her face on the carpet. Duke just stood there with cock looming out like an antler mounted in a hall as a hat rack.
Claire folded her hand around his dick and guided it into position. It was pliable as putty; it went where she put it and stayed there. She drew him to his knees behind Amanda's bouncing ass and fitted the tip of his pecker to the sex crazed girl's cunt from the back.
Duke slipped his prick up her pussy.
The sensation broke his state of stunned immobility; he began to pound the cock to her dog fashion, his aching balls swinging in between her thighs like the dewlap of a moose, and his flat belly slapping her upthrust ass.
Claire got down on the floor and looked up, watching his fat stalk slip in and out of the girl's clutching pussy. It was a good worm's eye view. Cunt juice sprayed out and splattered down onto Claire's upturned face.
It inspired her.
She moved behind Duke and began licking and sucking on his balls as he plowed into Amanda. She pushed her tongue up his asshole and wriggled it about, discovering a pleasure that her daughter had known for ages.
Her mouth was drooling now, inspired by the taste of ball and asshole, and she squirmed underneath Amanda and began to suck them both with the same effort. She fitted her lips to Duke's thick cock, sucking on it as it ran in and out of the girl's quim. Then she slid down and fitted her lips to Amanda's cunt, keeping them parted, so that while she slurped on the girl's feverish cunt lips Duke's pecker was running through her own lips as it plummeted into the juicy, steaming tunnel.
Claire's pussy was begging for attention.
She grasped Amanda by the hips and pulled the girl's cunt off of Duke's cock as if she were pulling a boot off a foot. Amanda cried out in protest and Duke spluttered. But then, Claire knelt in front of him and crawled backwards onto his dick as if she were backing into a parking spot. Duke began to hump vigorously.
Amanda was piqued at being deprived of dick, but she didn't mind too much because it was great fun to watch while her mother took lout dick diligently. Her mother had always scoffed at her for her preference for workingmen's peckers, and it pleased Amanda to see that woman grovel before the big plunger.
Amanda took after her mother and it was, therefore, natural that she react in the same fashion to the same situation. She crawled behind Duke to lick his asshole and balls, and then dipped in to suck cock and cunt with relish.
Claire reached out blindly and groped Amanda's twat.
Amanda figured that was a fine idea and, turning her supple young body around, she placed herself under Claire in the sixty nining position.
They had sixty nined all they wanted earlier, but now that wonderful act was enhanced by the presence of a pecker.
Amanda slurped voraciously on Claire's cunt and Duke's cock at the same time, and Claire went suck crazy on Amanda's steaming pussy.
Duke, looking down, could see that mother and daughter were sixty fining, but it just didn't register on his traditional, lower class awareness; he figured he must be imagining things.
He poured the prick up Claire's twat, passing through Amanda's lips as he went.
He began to rattle and gurgle; his whole brawny form shook as if he were coming apart at the seams.
Bellowing like a mad buffalo, Duke shot his heavy wad up Claire's clutching pussy. Claire's ass danced wildly as she worked off her own orgasm on his spurting sprout.
Amanda gobbled with joy as she drank the savory blend of cum and cunt juice that poured from Claire's cunt, and her own cunt melted in Claire's mouth.
Duke staggered back on his knees and caved in, sinking down on his heels. His dick bobbled up and down in front of him.
Claire and Amanda ignored him for the moment as they sucked each other off, and now Duke could see that it had not been merely a figment of his fevered imagination. The two Wintergreen women were eating each other out with relish.
"More cock!" Claire gurgled, motioning for Duke to join the cluster again.
But Duke, with his balls momentarily drained, was not sure that he cared to mingle in such a sordid situation.
He watched; his cock stiffened again.
What the hell, he thought; the rich are different and the filthy rich are very different.
Duke crawled in and slipped his cock up Amanda's cunt, and found himself buried in a web of hot flesh.
Grandfather Wintergreen had been howling for a handjob for some time, but he had gone unattended.
Now he came jigging down the staircase, stark naked and scrawny but sporting a hard on that would have done justice to the horniest of adolescents. He stopped at the door to the study and looked in, nodding in approval. He was proud of his son for marrying such a splendidly horny woman as Claire and for producing such an oversexed daughter as Amanda.
A chip off the old block, he thought.
He came jigging into the room, wondering if there was some hot cavity left for his pecker.
Amanda was straddling Duke, fucking him with vigor, while Claire was sitting on his face, rubbing her cunt in his mouth. The two girls were kissing and rubbing their nipples together as they squirmed on the prostrate lout.
"Any room for patriarch pecker?" he asked, politely.
"Not at the moment," Claire said.
"Shucks," he said.
"I think Daddy must be finished with the maid," Amanda said. "Why don't you get a blow job off her?"
"Good idea!" he said, snapping his fingers. "She gives lovely head, the new maid."
He went bouncing nimbly out in search of the maid.
This conversation had not escaped Duke's ears, even though the words came muffled because Claire's thighs were clamped around his head. A surge of jealous rage swelled up in him. But it caused his dick to swell, too, and made it impossible to disengage; he was stuck fast up Amanda's cunt and his head was trapped under Claire's grinding crotch. There was nothing the lad could do but wait until orgasms effected his release.
In the library, Wintergreen Junior was screwing Dolly from the back, both of them kneeling on the white rug before the fire, when Wintergreen Senior came sauntering in. He saw that maid muff was occupied but that maid mouth was at liberty. He advanced, cock first, across the room.
Dolly gasped in amazement.
Her little lace cap had tilted down over one eye, but with the other eye, through a mist of passion, she saw the miraculous recovery of the elder Wintergreen.
Her mouth dropped open in shock.
That suited the horny old man admirably, and he walloped his pecker right in.
But Dolly spat it right back out again.
She adored sucking dick, but she didn't want to be played for a fool; she glared at him.
She said, "How come you aren't paralyzed?"
"Huh?" he said.
"You were paralyzed, Father," Jonathan reminded him.
The old man's mind was every bit as nimble as his body; thinking like lightning, he said, "Yes, quite a happy event. I find myself sound of limb again."
Dolly looked dubious.
"I have a theory," he said. "A man's body can only contain a certain amount of paralysis. Well, you seemed to have centered that, my dear, due to your great talent for sucking dick. All the stiffness had gravitated to my prick now, leaving my limbs limber but my cock constantly hard."
"Gee," she said.
It sounded pretty logical.
"Yes, a miraculous cure," he said. "But, of course, your duties will remain the same; for my ever stiff cock will have to be milked with regularity, or else the dread stiffness may seep back into my arms and legs.
"Yes, I can see that," said the maid.
"In fact . . ." He paused; he moved his arms about and stomped on the floor with his foot. "In fact, I seem to be stiffening up a bit already. I wonder if. . .?"
Dolly looked back over her shoulder.
"You think I should?" she asked Jonathon. "I mean... you won't get jealous or anything?"
"Certainly not," he said. "A good maid finds such ways of combining her various tasks-killing two birds with one stone, as it were."
"Well, that's okay, then," she said, quite happy to be of service Her mouth opened.
Wintergreen Senior knelt on the rug.
Dolly's head rose, then came back down, describing an arc that ended at the head of his pecker. She slipped it into her mouth and began to gobble him avidly.
Jonathon had slowed his humping; now he renewed the rear end assault with vigor, shoveling. his huge prick up her cunt with powerful strokes that caused her lithe pelvis to bounce and jolt under his attack. As he whipped the rod up her, her hips were lifted higher. This caused her head to come down, burying the other man's cock in her mouth. As Jonathon withdrew, her haunches lowered and her lips automatically pulled up the fat mouthful.
The girl found that she had to do nothing all, that the action of Jonathan's big pump was moving her in just the proper tempo.
She felt like one of those little birds that, placed on the rim of a glass, dips his beak up and down as if drinking.
Jonathon held her by the hips. His body was bowed backwards so that his shoulders were thrown well back and his loins were the foremost segment of a vertical arch. As he ground the meat to her, he pulled back on her hips, dragging her wet sheath onto his prong and jamming her ass to his belly.
Dolly reached back between her thighs and cupped his balls; she pulled him by the balls, sheathing his cock in her cunt to the hilt, as he hauled her back. Her other hand cupped Wintergreen Senior's balls, for she needed no support from her arms now; she was resting in a delicate balance between the two big dicks that supported her, swaying, like a balancing rock on the very edge of a cliff-it sways, it looms perilously over the drop, but it balances.
So did the cock loving girl balance and sway and yet not fall as she bridged the distance between the two Wintergreens, bridging the generation gap, as it were, so that they were linked together through the medium of her body.
Cock filled her cunt; cock slid into her mouth and throat.
Taking cock at both ends, the girl reached a brand new height of sensation. Two separate thrills seemed to lance through her-one darting up from her steaming crotch, the other spreading down from her drooling mouth, meeting deep in her belly. When her cunt was stuffed, her mouth was forced down, panting and gasping on pecker; gurgling with joy at the double dicked thrill.
She hoped both men would shoot at the same time. She was eager to feel herself filled with splashing cum from both ends at once, her pussy milking one cock to the dregs while her mouth sucked the other to the bone, She was in ecstasy.
She was very thankful for her job as a maid cum ball drainer, for at what other occupation could a girl enjoy a thrill like this dual plundering and still be able to make believe she was being dutiful instead of wanton? She enjoyed this double fuck suck so much that even while it was still in progress, the girl was wondering how she could manage to get more.
She would never have participated in a gang bang or cluster fuck or menage a trois, of course-she was not a tramp, certainly not. But she thought she might be able to volunteer her services at hospitals, perhaps... or at a home for wayward boys.., or a prison, where thousands of randy men with gigantic pricks were sorely in need of a soft, wet, hot outlet into which they could pour their frustration and their scum. Yes!
She could even feel a bit smug about that, a bit charitable for lending her cunt free of charge to the needy.
Of course, Duke would not understand that. Being of the lower classes, Duke was more the sort to take charity than to give it and he might not like it if his girlfriend or wife did volunteer work.
But what Duke didn't know wouldn't hurt him...
But the thing was-Duke did know!
Duke had finally extricated himself from beneath the two randy women by blasting Amanda's cunt right off of his pecker with his ejaculation. He had come like Old Faithful, and the spurting geyser had lifted the girl's slender loins right up into the air. She flopped down beside him, cum bursting from her open cunt, and Duke had kicked with his feet, bringing his knees up and then shooting them out, and had managed to flip away from Claire's crotch, just as she went limp with the completion of her orgasm and washed his face with cunt juice as he slid away.
He got up, slowly, his knees weak. The two women were drained for the moment, and he saw he could make his escape. But he had no intention of fleeing the house; he wanted to find Dolly and inform her of the sordid situation in which she found herself. He was a bit suspicious, too, because of what the passionate patriarch had said about the new maid's ability to give head, but he didn't want to jump to conclusions. He knew that Dolly was innocent and virginal and doubted she could have been seduced into cocksucking in a single day. He had been trying for a year, himself, and got not more than a handjob from the iron willed maiden..
Duke didn't realize that justification and rationalization and a call to duty could be more effective than seduction in the bending of a hot crotched maid.
Duke, naked as a skinned rabbit, wandered out of the study, turned left and came to the library right away.
Stunned by the scene, Duke wobbled right up to take a closer look. His dick rose up like a periscope, as if, with its solitary eye, it, too, wanted to see what was happening. Yes, there was no doubt about it. It was Dolly, all right, and she had a cock in her cunt and another cock in her mouth and she was fucking and sucking with rare abandon.
Dolly saw Duke out of the corner of her eye.
Who knows what thoughts flashed through her mind? What misgivings, doubts and self castigation? Duke stood with his fists on his hips and his dick out like a log, and Dolly gave him a shy look. She pulled her lips off the big cock, slurping; holding the cockhead against her soft cheek to keep it warm, she said, "Hello; Duke, darling. What on earth are you doing here?"
"Watching you fuck and suck," he rasped.
"Oh.. .ha ha. .. I can see why you'd make a mistake like that. What a suspicious fellow you are. Ha ha. I'm not fucking and sucking, darling. I'm cleaning house as a maid must."
"Huh?"
"These are household cocks," sir explained.
Duke squinted.
"Didn't you know that? A maid has to clean the household cocks just as she polishes the silver. . . has to make them clean as a whistle; it's part of the job."
"She's quite right, dear fellow," said Jonathon, slamming his cock up the maid's cunt.
Duke scratched his head.
Dolly played her trump card. She smiled at him-the smile a bit crooked because of the big cockhead pressing into her cheek-and said, "I'm still a virgin, Duke. I'm using my cunt just as I would a mop. . . I'm not drooling on this pecker.
I'm just spitting on it to get a nice shine. Yes, I'm still virginal . . . but I'm ready to let you fuck me, darling!"
Duke wasn't about to pass up an offer like that, no matter how suspicious the circumstances. He bounced around, looking for a hole.
"Just let me finish up here and then you can have me, Duke," the maid said; "You can have my cherry.
She slipped her mouth onto the cockhead again; she began to polish like a demon.
Jonathon blew a gout of spunk up her cunt, gasping, and fell away with his cock and balls cleaned.
Jonathon's father spilled his hot load into Dolly's mouth; she gulped it down, gasping and gurgling, and sucked and tongued until his pecker was sparkling.
Then she held her arms out to Duke, her legs opening.
Duke mounted her. He slapped his big prong up her pussy.
Dolly began to shudder in what she insisted on believing was her first ever fuck. And Duke, now that he finally had his cock buried up her slippery cunt, didn't really care about the semantics of the act as he screwed her with vigor and came like a stick of dynamite, with the Wintergreen gentlemen clapping and crying, "Bravo!"
They hired Duke as a full time ash hauler and all was well. It was a nice job of one upmanship, and all the other filthy rich families rushed right out and hired louts to carry the ashes from their fireplaces, but the Wintergreens had hired the first ash hauler and could afford to be smug about it when everyone else followed suit.
Duke lived in, with Dolly, and they made a great team. Duke couldn't blame her for polishing the family jewels, and she couldn't blame Duke for hauling the ashes when those carnal fireplaces needed to be tended. They each had their duties in the line of work and they had each other for love and if, sometimes, the two separate things seemed to merge together in a tangle of arms and legs, who could cast the first stone?
