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 Authors name: Uncle Mike
 Story title : Newhart: The Made Maid

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 Newhart-The Made Maid
 by Uncle Mike  
 Date: 1997/05/20


     "Stephanie, I never said you weren't pretty. I just
 said that some men prefer, well, different types of wo-
 men." Joanna grunted as she lifted a sack of potatoes
 from the car. "You can't expect every man to drool over
 you."

     Stephanie continued to sort through the brown
 grocery bags, searching for the one with the lightest
 load. "And why not, Joanna? You don't really expect me
 to believe those boys were looking at you in THAT way,
 do you?"

     Joanna, a tall, slim woman of about 40, pushed a
 wisp of hair away from her face with the back of her
 hand as she leaned against the door of the inn she and
 her husband ran. As usual, she wore simple clothes --
 a bright wool sweater and a pair of brown slacks. The
 clothes weren't sexy themselves, but the way Joanna
 filled them out gave them a special appeal. The hori-
 zontally striped pattern of the sweater accented the
 swell of her large breasts, and the curve of the slacks
 hinted at the long legs and tight ass beneath them.

     She paused a few moments to get her breath back --
 she had made 10 trips back and forth from the car to
 Stephanie's one -- before turning to the young maid.
 The irritation in her voice was barely veiled.
 "Stephanie, why can't you admit that those boys were
 whistling at me? They were looking right at me. It's
 not the first time that's ever happened to me, you
 know."

     Stephanie faced Joanna, hands on hips. She was
 shorter and clearly much younger, with a pert, expertly
 made-up face and a halo of blond hair. The short, cream
 skirt she wore showed off her perfectly shaped legs,
 and it was clear from the outline of her white blouse
 that she was in excellent shape, although her breasts
 were certainly not as large as the older woman's. Her
 coral-pink lips were drawn into a pout as she spoke.
 "I'm sure," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
 "The bag boys probably want you to have their babies
 all the time. But I still say the ones who whistled
 were aiming at me. They must have just been looking at
 you to figure out if -- oh, I don't know, to figure out
 if you were my mom or something. Let's face it, Joanna,
 you're no spring chicken."

     With an exaggerated sigh, Joanna pushed past the
 younger woman and picked up another bag from the trunk.
 "Let's just forget it, Stephanie."

     The maid fished a bag out of the back seat; it
 contained only potato chips and a loaf of white bread.
 She trailed Joanna to the back door, waiting while the
 other woman put down her load of canned goods and
 opened the screen door.

     A few minutes later, when they were both busy put-
 ting groceries away, Stephanie started up the argument
 again. "I just think it's time you faced facts, Joanna,
 a woman like me -- beautiful, slim, young, rich -- I
 can get any man I want. They would be lined up 12 deep
 at my bedroom door if I didn't make it clear I wasn't
 interested. Why, you know, that's probably why those
 boys weren't looking at me! They saw that I was too
 good for them, so they were afraid to look me in the
 eye when they whistled." She nodded her head to punc-
 tuate the thought.

     Joanna stretched to put some beans on a top shelf.
 Over her shoulder, she said, "You can believe what you
 want, Stephanie. But we both know that a lot of men
 like a woman with more, well, more development. I've
 had my share of wolf whistles. With this chest, I have
 to expect it."

     She gathered up several boxes of cereal -- pointed-
 ly holding them in a basket of her arms, presenting her
 breasts as if on a platter.

     "And let's face it, Stephanie. You're young and
 pretty, but you just don't have the shape that a lot
 of men want."

     The young maid's eyes blazed, but she didn't say a
 word. Turning abruptly on her heels, she stomped out of
 the kitchen. Joanna called after her to no avail; with
 a sigh, she finished putting away the groceries
 herself.

                   ===   ===   ===   ===

     Dick Loudon was typing away in his den, writing
 another epic home improvement book, when he heard a
 soft tap at the door. Before he could call out,
 Stephanie slipped inside and shut the door behind her
 with a click.

     He looked questioningly at her over the tops of
 his half-frame glasses. Stephanie batted her long
 eyelashes. "Now, Dick, I know you're busy with that
 writing thing you do, so you just go right ahead.
 Hee-hee -- that was a joke, wasn't it? Go "write"
 ahead? Get it?"

     Dick glared at her. He was a very ordinary man,
 with thinning grayish hair, an unexceptional body and
 the perpetual look that said he wasn't sure what was
 going on but whatever it was he wanted nothing to do
 with it. His angry looks could be distinguished from
 his happy ones mostly by counting the number of
 wrinkles in his forehead.

     "Stephanie," he said patiently, "I'm in the middle
 of a chapter here. The grout has just been applied and
 I have to tell them what to do next or it'll set and
 there'll be hell to pay. Can this wait until later?"

     From behind her back, Stephanie flourished a
 feather duster. "Just doing some cleaning," she said.
 "Forget I'm even here."

     With that she set to work. That in itself was
 enough to make Dick suspicious, but she seemed to be
 serious about it So he went back to his typewriter.

     From time to time, in between paragraphs, he
 looked up to see the maid busily going about her job.
 Once he saw her reaching high to dust some of the
 books on a top shelf. As she reached, the hem of her
 skirt climbed up her thigh and Dick admired the long,
 shapely line of her legs; with her standing on tiptoe,
 the sexy curve of her ankle was emphasized. Another
 time she reached down to a bottom shelf as Dick looked
 up to see a very sexy ass waving in his face. He felt
 a stirring in his crotch that he ignored.

     The next time he looked up she was nowhere in
 sight. But for a faint swishing sound behind him, he
 would have thought Stephanie had left the room. Without
 another thought for her, Dick went on typing.

     In a few minutes he became aware of a faint floral
 smell, a scent he knew from long familiarity was
 Stephanie's perfume -- a personal blend she had a shop
 in Paris make up for her, she'd said once. Alerted to
 her presence, he wasn't startled when she began speak-
 ing.

     "There," she said, "just about finished. And I
 didn't interrupt your typing, did I?"

     Dick shook his head, keeping his eyes on the page
 as he tapped out the end of a sentence.

     As he poked a finger at the period key, he felt a
 gentle pressure on his shoulders.

     "Ooooh, you look very tense," Stephanie cooed.
 "How about a nice neck massage?"

     Without turning to look at her, Dick frowned.
 "What is it, Stephanie?"

     "What's what, Dick?"

     "What are you asking for?"

     "I don't know what you mean."

     "Stephanie, you haven't dusted this room in six
 weeks. And you've never given me a neck massage.
 C-c- c-come to think of it, no one's ever given me --
 a little more to the left. That's it."

     Her probing fingers erased the concern from his
 mind and Dick closed his eyes and sagged back against
 the chair. She was very good at this, he noticed; he
 could feel the tension draining out of him as she
 rubbed away at his neck and shoulders.

     "There's a little teensy-weensy knot right here,"
 Stephanie said, rubbing hard at a spot just below his
 right shoulder blade. "I think I need to get a little
 closer to it. Do you mind?" As she spoke, her hands
 slipped around Dick's sides and she unbuttoned his
 shirt. He leaned forward a bit to help her pull it
 down, and then settled back again as she went to work
 on the trouble spot. Her hands felt warm on his flesh
 as she kneaded away.

     "Th-th-that's perfect," Dick sighed. Stephanie
 then began scratching his back with her long nails.
 Little shivers of delight rolled like waves through
 his body. He was so lost in pleasure that he didn't
 really notice when her hands strayed from his back
 and began tracing a path across his stomach, down to
 his belt buckle. It was only when Stephanie undid the
 buckle, simultaneously slipping a hot, wet tongue into
 his ear, that Dick came to with a start.

     "St-st-stephanie, wh-wh-what are you doing?" She
 had undone his pants and slid down the zipper before
 he could get a grip on the desk's edge and spin himself
 around. When he had spun halfway around, his feet
 slammed into the floor, stopping the twist abruptly.

     Stephanie stood before him almost completely naked,
 clad only in a lacy white garter belt, sheer white hose
 and her shiny high heels. Her perky young breasts stood
 out firm and erect, with the dainty aureoles capped by
 perfect nipples. Her lips were parted slightly, forming
 a pout that seemed much sexier than Dick had ever
 noticed it being before.

     Before he could say another word, she stepped
 toward him. "Touch me, Dick," she commanded in a husky
 whisper. "I want you. I want you now."

     "You want m-m-m-m-m-me?"

     "You know I do," she said, and pointed at his
 crotch. "And you want me, too." He couldn't deny it.
 His boxers were tented high as his stiff cock strained
 at the restriction. Dick licked his lips and stared.
 She seemed too good to be true, all that lush young
 flesh. It was like a dream.

     He didn't know what to do first, but Stephanie took
 his hands in hers and brought them to her breasts.

     "Do you like my breasts, Dick? Are they big enough
 for you? They're not too small, are they?"

     "No! They're -- they're perfect." He squeezed them,
 thrilling to their firmness. She had the tits of a
 teenager, and it had been a long time -- well, actual-
 ly, he'd never felt a teenager's tits.

     As he groped, Stephanie tugged his shorts down,
 freeing his cock to wave in the air like a fat flag-
 pole. At her touch he shied away, but she gently placed
 both hands around his shaft. Her touch was warm and
 soft; her hands had obviously never done hard labor.
 Dick felt a few drops of pre-cum ooze out the tip as
 she caressed him.

     "That's a very nice cock you have there, Dick,"
 Stephanie whispered. "I like men with nice, big, hard
 cocks. Do you know what I like to do when I get one?
 Do you?"

     "N-n-no," he stammered out, his eyes still fastened
 to her chest.

     "Ooooh, I like to touch it, like this. I like to
 rub my hands up and down and feel that nice, hard cock
 rubbing against my fingers. And do you know what else
 I like to do?"

     He could only shake his head.

     "I like to lick that long, stiff cock all over
 with my hot tongue. And then I like to put that cock
 in my mouth and suck on it, up and down, until it
 spurts out cum all over my face."

     As she talked, Stephanie continued to rub his
 cock. Dick's hands had fallen back and his eyes were
 closed as he felt nothing but the sensation of her
 fingers on his shaft.

     "Would you like me to do that, Dick? Would you
 like me to put that hard cock of yours in my little
 mouth? Would you ..."

     "Yes!" He couldn't get the words out fast enough.
 "Yes, yes, oh God, yes!"

     Stephanie knelt down before him and gently pressed
 his legs apart. She leaned forward and kissed the tip
 of his cock before opening her lips and taking him
 into her mouth. Her lips closed around his shaft,
 gripping it tightly, while her fingers circling the
 base and continued to pump. The combination of the
 sight of her beautiful naked body and the feel of her
 hot lips on his shaft didn't take long to get to Dick
 and within a minute he was moaning as white jets of
 cum shot out of his cock. True to her word, Stephanie
 swallowed them all, even licking the head of his rod
 to get the last few drops.

     Dick felt drained, and he sagged back in his chair.
 But Stephanie appeared perky as ever, rising to her
 feet only to plop herself down onto his lap. She wrap-
 ped her arms around his neck and planted a long, deep
 kiss on his lips. An orgasm usually left him feeling
 sleepy, but her kiss quickly revived him. He slipped
 one arm around her slim waist, letting the other hand
 fall to her silky bush. She wriggled in delight as his
 fingers tickled their way to her slit, already moist.

     Stephanie's obvious delight in his actions made
 Dick feel like a kid again -- like the lover he never
 was. Tenderly, then with more and more passion, he
 drove his fingers into her slit as her pussy juices
 coated them. All the while they kissed and suckled
 each other.

     "Oh, Dick, that's so good," she whispered in his
 ear. "Oh, god, do you know what else I want to do now?"

     Dick had to take a deep breath before he could
 answer. "Wh-what would that be?"

    "I want to fuck you," she said simply, and the words
 sent a jolt through him even more than when her lips
 had first closed on his cock.

     "B-b-but I-I-I..." He paused and started again. "I
 can't d-do it so soon..."

     "Yes you can," she giggled. To his surprise, Dick
 realized it was true; he could feel his cock beginning
 to swell anew.

     "And I really want to fuck you, Dick. I want that
 hard cock inside my pussy. I want to ride it so hard!
 And you're going to make me cum, Dick. I can feel it.
 You're going to make me cum so hard! Won't that be
 fun!"

     With one last long, deep kiss, Stephanie twisted
 around so that her back was against Dick's chest and
 his cock was poking up between her legs. She had to
 stroke it only a little while before it was once again
 standing tall. With Dick holding her tightly around
 the waist, she lifted herself up and scooched forward,
 putting her soaking wet pussy lips directly above his
 shaft. In one long, slow, fluid movement she lowered
 herself and buried his cock in her up to the hilt.
 Dick pressed his mouth to her neck to muffle his
 scream of ecstasy as he felt her tight cunt walls
 enfold his rod.

     "Ooooh, it's as good as I thought it would be,"
 Stephanie cooed, while she wiggled around on his stiff
 cock. She began to pump away at it, bathing it in her
 secretions, squeezing it with her pussy lips. Guttural
 grunts escaped Dick's lips as his hands reached up to
 squeeze her pert breasts.

     Stephanie bent her head around to plant a wet kiss
 on his face. "Do you like this, Dick? Am I doing OK?"

     "Perfect," he managed to get out. "Perfect. Just --
 perfect."

     It was almost too much effort to speak, now; he
 wanted to concentrate only the incredible sensations.
 Stephanie's body felt as light as a feather on his lap,
 but her cunt's attack on his cock was strong and
 determined. He had never imagined their stuck-up maid
 could be such a sexual being. She was a goddess and he
 was worshiping eagerly at the temple of her body,
 driving his cock into her as a sacrifice to her beauty.
 Or at least that was one of the mental images flooding
 his lust-crazed mind as they continued to rut away with
 abandon, the desk chair squeaking beneath them.

     "You're doing it, Dick," Stephanie said with a
 gasp. "Oh, god, you really are! You're going to make
 me cum! I can feel it! I can feel it! I can
 aaaaaaauuuuggghhhh!"

     Stephanie's flailing orgasm brought on his own,
 and another surge of cum shot out of his cock, this
 time filling the girl's hot pussy and oozing out the
 sides to mingle with her own gush of fluids, pouring
 down his cock and onto the seat. With his last reserves
 of strength Dick drove his faltering cock into her cunt
 once, twice, a third time, squeezing the last bit of
 jism from it before his rod shriveled and his muscles
 gave out.

     Just a few seconds later Stephanie rose off of him
 and briskly slipped her clothes back onto her sweaty
 body. Dick sat in a rapidly cooling puddle of their
 fluids, too exhausted to move.

     "We-we-we've got to clean this up," he called out
 weakly as Stephanie moved toward the door. "What if
 Joanna ..."

     "Sorry, Dick, it's my lunch hour now," the young
 girl said saucily, closing the door behind her.

                  ===   ===   ===   ===

     As Stephanie stepped out from behind the front
 desk, with her hands on the top button of her blouse,
 Joanna came into the lobby, pushing her way through
 the door from the dining room.

     "Stephanie, where have you been? I had to put all
 the groceries away by myself. And it turns out we
 forgot to get the steaks and things for the special
 dinner we promised the Fergusons Saturday -- you remem-
 ber, the anniversary couple? You'll just have to -- Why
 are you looking at me like that?"

     "Oh, Joanna, Joanna, Joanna, you poor dear woman."

     Joanna ignored the comment -- a typical Stephanie-
 ism, she thought. "What was I saying? Oh, yes, you'll
 have to -- stop that!"

     Stephanie paused with her hand halfway to another
 pat of Joanna's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Joanna, it just
 makes me feel so sorry for you to see how wrong you
 were."

     "About what?"

     "About how some men prefer women who are, you know,
 over-endowed? As opposed to well-built, perfectly
 shaped young women like, well, like moi."

     "Stephanie, I don't know what you're talking about,
 but you're going to have to ..."

     "Oh, Joanna, you silly thing! Of course you know
 what I'm talking about. Our little conversation in the
 kitchen? You ..."

     "I remember, Stephanie, but what does that have to
 do with anything?"

     "Just this, Joanna. You said that I wasn't enough
 for some men. But I know at least one man who's had a
 chance to compare you and I, and I know exactly who he
 prefers. 'Perfect,' he called me. More than once."

     Just then, Dick poked his head out of the door to
 the den. "Steph-- Oh, hi, Joanna. Uh, say, do we have
 any, uh, Lysol?"

     "Lysol?" Joanna was beginning to think the whole
 inn was going crazy around her -- not that that was
 unusual. "Why in the world do you need..."

     "Oh, no reason," Dick said, "but d-d-do we have
 any?"

     "In the basement, I think," Joanna began, "but I
 still don't understand..."

     Not waiting for her to finish, Dick scuttled across
 to the basement door and disappeared down the steps.
 Joanna, who had started across the lobby to talk to
 him, slipped behind the front desk, her face in a
 frown. "Now what could he have..." As she spoke, she
 opened the door to his den and took half a step inside.
 "Good heavens, this room smells like a whorehouse!" She
 slapped a hand to her mouth. "Not that I have any idea
 what that smells like, of course, I mean..."

     Stephanie, giggling, was leaning on the other side
 of the reception desk. "Now do you understand what I
 was talking about, Joanna?"

     The older woman's face grew dark red. "You, you,
 you," she spluttered, unable to say more.

     "That's right, Joanna. Little, young, petite,
 'perfect' me. Guess you were wrong about what men want,
 weren't you?"

     She snatched out of Joanna's hand a small sheet of
 paper. "Steaks, baking potatoes -- oh, I get it, you
 need this from the market. Well, I think I'll leave
 you to think about what happened, Joanna. Bye!" On her
 way to the door Stephanie intercepted Dick climbing up
 from the basement. "Come on," Stephanie said, slipping
 a hand around his back. "You can drive me into town."

     "Oh, but I have to ..."

     "Don't worry, Joanna won't mind! Will you, Joanna?"
 Stephanie smirked toward the desk, where the older
 woman was standing stock still, her mouth half open.
 "See? Joanna doesn't mind. Oh, and say, Joanna, if
 Michael calls, be a love and tell him I'll be back in
 a couple of hours, won't you?"

     The door slammed behind her just as Joanna thought
 of the perfect comeback. She almost spat it out anyway,
 but the phone's insistent ring interrupted her train of
 thought.

     "Stratford Inn, how may -- oh, hello, Michael. Yes,
 Stephanie said to tell you ..." She paused briefly and
 glanced at the door to Dick's den. "Ah, that is,
 Stephanie said to tell you to come right over. Don't
 waste any time, she said. That's right. Well, we'll see
 you soon, Michael."

     For the next several minutes, Joanna busied herself
 around the inn, shifting things back and forth, tidying
 up here and there. She placed a few quilts on the floor
 in front of the fireplace and started a roaring fire.
 She was just getting to her feet and wiping a smudge or
 two of ash off her hands when the front door swung
 open. She rushed through the door to the lobby.

     "Hi-ho, Jojo! Where's my little snugglepuss?"
 Michael was a young, impeccably dressed man with the
 air of a small boy playing dress-up.

     Joanna composed her face into a look of chagrin.
 "Oh, Michael, I'm sorry, Stephanie had to go to town.
 She won't be back for at least an hour."

     Michael's face fell. "But, Jojo, she asked me to
 come right over. I had to leave just as the Professor
 was setting up his radio. Now I'll never know if
 Gilligan got off the island!"

     In her mind, Joanna grimaced. Michael was such a
 little boy. But a woman's got to do what a woman's got
 to do. She advanced on him, cooing her apology. Michael
 seemed near tears. Joanna put a hand around his
 shoulder and led him into the dining room.

     "I'm sure Stephanie just forgot all about you,"
 she said, turning her face so he couldn't see her
 smirk. "You know how she is. I wouldn't let it get you
 down, Michael."

     "But, Joanna, she SAID she'd meet me!"

     Joanna turned toward him again. Her hand applied
 gentle pressure, bending his head down onto her ample
 chest. "There, there, Michael. Don't worry."

     The fire cast a warm glow on them as she nudged
 him toward the quilts spread on the floor. Michael was
 clutching her around the waist, shuffling his feet
 along with her. As they came to a halt, Joanna released
 her pressure on his head and spoke. "Michael, I..." He
 picked his head up to look at her. She quivered her
 lips as she gazed deeply into his red-rimmed eyes.
 "I..." Joanna pressed her lips to Michael's. At first
 it was a gentle kiss. Then she pressed harder, opening
 her mouth and forcing her tongue into his. Michael
 seemed paralyzed at first, but soon he responded, hold-
 ing her closer, returning her smothering kiss.

     When they broke their embrace, Joanna was feeling
 a bit flushed in spite of herself, but Michael looked
 completely flustered.

     "Holy Mrs. Robinson, Joanna," he sputtered. "If my
 little love-bug had caught us -- or the Dickster!"

     Joanna's voice was soft and low. "They're in town,
 Michael, and they're not coming back for a long time.
 No one's going to catch us. We can do whatever we want.
 So what do you want to do, Michael?"

     He babbled in reply.

     Joanna took the bottom of her sweater in both hands
 and pulled it over her head in one fluid move. As she
 tossed it aside, her large breasts cradled in a silky
 white bra jiggled slightly.

     "Do you want to touch my breasts, Michael? They're
 not too big, are they?" She reached behind and undid
 the clasp. As the bra fell away, her tits sagged
 slightly but still stood out provacitively, with large
 dark aureoles capped by thick, erect nipples. Joanna
 was a bit surprised by her own arousal.

     "Wow!" Michael reached out a hand, tentatively. It
 tremored as it neared her flesh. "Mega-bongos, Joanna.
 I've never, uh, had anything like those."

     "But don't you prefer smaller breasts? Aren't mine
 a bit, well, much?"

     "Negatory, Jojo. They're perfect! Who'd want some
 skimpy chick when they could have a shelf like yours!"
 His hand brushed against her breast. Joanna held her
 breath, hoping her plan would work. Michael rubbed the
 back of his fingers lightly against her skin for a few
 seconds, but soon both his hands were groping her large
 tits. Before long he had bent to take them into his
 mouth, one by one, licking and suckling like a baby.
 Joanna flung back her head, closed her eyes and reveled
 in his passion. The young man's slightly clumsy moves
 made her feel a little like a cradle robber, but that
 wasn't all bad; it felt curiously sexy to be seducing
 someone who wasn't much more than a boy. She could feel
 her crotch beginning to warm and moisten, and she made
 a slight change in her plans.

     While Michael was occupied with her breasts, Joanna
 quietly slipped her slacks and panties to the floor and
 kicked off her low-heeled shoes. When she pushed the
 young man away from her chest, he let out a loud gasp
 as he saw her naked body.

     "You're as pretty as a centerfold," he managed to
 get out. "Where have you been hiding that sexy body,
 Joanna?"

     "Oh, Michael," Joanna said, smiling to herself, "do
 you really like it? It's not quite what you're used
 to..."

     "Not by a mile, Jojo! It's way better. It's like --
 like -- like the difference between day-old Ripple and
 four-year-old Chardonnay. You're prime vintage. Wow!"

     Joanna pressed her arms to her side in a little
 private hug. This was working out even better than
 she'd hoped. Her hands traced paths across her flat
 stomach to the auburn patch of hair between her legs;
 she saw Michael's eyes following them.

     "Aren't you a little overdressed?" She saw his eyes
 bounce back and forth between her crotch and her face
 several times.

     "Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, I guess," Michael said, blush-
 ing. He tossed aside his designer wear with far more
 abandon than Joanna had ever seen him treat his
 clothes. He really is hot for me, she told herself.

     Michael was, as she feared, a bit scrawny. But, she
 saw with approval, at least one part of him was well-
 developed. His cock was already stiff and stood out in
 egear anticipation. Joanna licked her lips and almost
 dove on it, but held herself back. She was in the
 driver's seat, and she was determined not to give it
 up.

     She spread her legs apart and brushed her fingers
 through her bush and down to her pussy lips, already
 well-lubricated. As she dipped a finger into her slit,
 she looked back up at Michael and saw his mouth half-
 open. She smiled.

     He babbled in reply.

     "Looks good, doesn't it? Wouldn't you like a closer
 look?" 

     Michael knelt down, his face just inches from her
 musky cunt.

     "I'm really, really hot and wet, Michael. My cunt
 is just aching for someone to put his fingers in me.
 And his tongue. Do you think..."

     Before she could finish the sentence, the young man
 pressed two fingers into her slit as Joanna withdrew
 her own. Further talk was unnecessary as he pushed his
 fingers deeper into her and her juices flowed lavishly.
 Joanna caressed her tits, sighing deeply as she felt
 her pussy respond to Michael's movements.

     Her breath came in short, sharp gasps when he bent
 forward and put his mouth to her hole. It had been so
 long! He was not an expert, but she gently corrected
 him, holding his head away when he became too rough,
 pressing him to her when he faltered. She felt as if
 her whole body was on fire while he suckled her, his
 probing tongue slipping between her folds and lapping
 at her cunt. When his thumb found her clit, the feeling
 was almost too much to take, and within a minute she
 dissolved into a wildly wonderful orgasm.

     When she could speak again, Joanna got to her knees
 and told Michael to lie down on the quilts. His cock
 was standing away from his firm body as she crawled
 over him and straddled him. She grabbed hold of his
 shaft and rubbed the tip against her pussy lips, keep-
 ing them just out of reach of his frantic bucking. "Not
 so fast, Michael," she cooed. "You're going to get it,
 but..."

     "Gee whillickers, Joanna, I need you! I'm into
 total sex craze! I..."

     "Michael," she said softly.

     He ignored the interruption. "I need that totally
 awesome cunt on me! You're like total goddessville,
 Joanna! You..."

     "Michael!"

     "You turn my insides on like a Pop-Tart in a
 toaster! You..."

     "Michael, dear," she said in a flat tone. "Shut
 up."

     He stopped short. As a reward, Joanna sank down
 onto his eager cock, taking it deep into her sopping
 wet cunt. She saw sparks fly and wasn't sure if they
 were really coming out of the fire or just in her mind.
 Michael's fat cock was big enough to fill her up; she'd
 thought no man could do that.

     On each downstroke she ground her pussy against his
 groin, thrilling to the feel of his balls slapping
 against her flesh. More than she had in years, Joanna
 felt like a sexual being. It was as if she'd awakened
 from a long, deep sleep. She cast aside the last
 vestiges of her normal demureness as Michael's cock
 drove in and out of her.

     "Fuck me," she commanded him. "That's it, slam your
 cock into me, Michael. Don't hold back! Don't hold
 anything back. I can take anything you can give me.
 Drive that big, hard cock into me up to the hilt!"

     "Joanna," Michael started to say, but she silenced
 him with a finger to her lips.

     "Don't talk, you fucking stud," she said. "God
 damn, this is good. Just fuck my cunt and squeeze my
 tits. That's all men are good for, anyway. Come on,
 Michael. Fuck me!"

     In her own mind, Joanna knew she was putting on
 an act, at least in part. She had guessed -- oh, how
 correctly -- that Michael would respond to a harsh
 mistress. But she also was getting a kick out of
 ordering him around and talking dirty.

     As they continued to rut wildly, she tried out
 every dirty word she knew and a few she made up on the
 spot. Each time she'd throw one out Michael seemed to
 add an extra oomph to his humping, until she had to
 grab hold of his waist to keep from being tossed off.
 Her tits were bouncing up and down, slapping her chest
 with each powerful thrust of his hard cock.

     Just when she began to feel a glow inside, she
 sensed that Michael too was nearing the edge. She
 forced him to slow down the pace, taking long, slow
 rides up and down his cock, until the first small
 tremor shook her sweaty body. Michael took the cue
 and drove his cock into her roughly, once, twice,
 and then a third time deep into her cunt. With a loud
 groan he 'let loose a torrent of cum as her own orgasm
 hit full force.

     By the time she had ridden out the last wave of
 passion the logs in the fireplace had burned down to a
 few glowing embers. She stared at them for a few
 seconds before her mind snapped into the present.

    Without hesitation, she rose off of Michael's flag-
 ging shaft and gathered up her clothes. The young man,
 still on the floor, grabbed at her ankle.

     "Another round, Jojo?"

     Joanna glanced out the window. "Isn't that our car?
 Oh, look, yes, there's Stephanie and Dick coming down
 the road."

     Michael leaped to his feet and snatched up his
 slacks, hopping into them one-legged while Joanna gig-
 gled.

     "Better hurry up, Michael," she teased him.
 "Wouldn't want your snugglepuss to know you've been
 snuggling some other pussy!"

     "I, uh, I," he struggled to say as he zipped up his
 slacks and shoved his arms into his shirt. "Do you..."

     "You don't have long now," Joanna said, pushing him
 out of the dining room and across to the front door. He
 turned back to her as he flung it open, but she didn't
 even wave; she was holding her sides as she laughed at
 him. When he'd closed the door behind him, Joanna
 dressed herself and got to the window in time to see
 his car peeling out of their driveway just as Dick
 slowed to turn in. The expression on Stephanie's face
 was priceless.

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     It didn't take long after Stephanie got a whiff of
 the quilts in the dining room for her to figure out
 what had happened. Even if she didn't get the idea
 right away, the shit-eating grin on Joanna's face would
 have clued her in. The young woman was furious, but
 guests started to come in from their daytime activities
 and there was no way for her to get Joanna alone.

     It wasn't until the next day, when things quieted
 down after breakfast and Dick went to the TV station
 to tape his show, that Stephanie got her chance. Joanna
 was at the front desk, balancing the inn's accounts,
 when the maid stormed across the lobby toward her.

     Their argument was short and loud, but didn't give
 Stephanie any satisfaction. Joanna had, as she pointed
 out several times, only given back in kind -- and
 proved a point about what men wanted, too. Stephanie
 insisted Joanna's trick had worked only because Michael
 was easily seduced, but that only allowed Joanna to say
 that Michael's horniness was the only way Stephanie had
 landed him.

     The argument was going nowhere but Stephanie didn't
 want to give in; she wasn't used to doing that with
 anyone. It was out of sheer frustration, then, that she
 blurted it out.

     "Any man would want me. Why, if I wanted to, I
 could get the next man through that door to do me!"

     Joanna, who had been laughing her way through the
 argument, waited until her chuckles subsided before
 replying.

     "You're on," she said.

     "What?"

     "You're on. Let's see you do it. Let's see you get
 the next man through that door to fuck that sorry
 little pussy of yours."

     "Joanna, I wasn't serious!"

     "Chicken?"

     "I am not!"

     "Then do it."

     Stephanie's eyes were blazing, but she was cornered
 and she knew it. It simply wasn't in her to end a fight
 with someone else getting the last word.

     "All right," she said. "I'll do it."

     The front door swung open just a few seconds later.

     "Hi," said the scruffy leader of the trio that
 walked in. "I'm Larry. This is my brother Darryl, and
 this is my other brother Darryl." The two other men,
 even scruffier and filthier, nodded their greetings.

     Stephanie's eyes grew wide and round, and she spun
 around and mouthed the words to Joanna: "I can't do
 it."

     The older woman came out from behind the desk and
 stood next to Stephanie. She said hello to the men, and
 out of the side of her mouth whispered to the maid.
 "You promised," she said. "Chicken?"

     While Stephanie shut her eyes to think, Larry asked
 Joanna about the chore she'd called them over for.
 Stephanie's eyes shot open.

     "You called them? You knew they were coming?"

     Larry cut in. "You bet, Miss Stephanie. Now where's
 that ditch that needs digging?"

     Joanna smiled at Stephanie and turned to the men.
 "Oh, sorry, Larry, it turns out we didn't need that,
 after all. But Stephanie needs some help upstairs.
 Don't you?"

     Stephanie felt sick, but her natural stubbornness
 fought back. There was no way she was going to let
 Joanna get the upper hand.

     "That's right, boys," she said sweetly. "Could you
 follow me?"

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     Joanna waited a few minutes after Stephanie had
 led the filthy trio up the stairs before she tiptoed
 up herself and knelt before the keyhole to the maid's
 room.

     She was surprised to see Stephanie had apparently
 chosen the brute force approach. The young girl was
 lying naked and spread-eagled on her bed, directly
 across from the door. Joanna had a perfect view of her
 wide-open snatch.

     It occurred to the older woman that, while
 Stephanie's body was somewhat skimpy, it had its own
 charms. It certainly didn't look like it would take
 much to convince any normal man to strip and fuck, but
 Stephanie seemed to be having a hard time getting the
 boys to understand.

     "Come on, Larry," the maid pleaded. "Do I have to
 rip your clothes off myself? Look." She pointed to her
 crotch. "This is my cunt." She rubbed her breasts. "And
 this is my tit, and this is my other tit. Now let's get
 to it!"

     Joanna heard some scuffling noises and then saw the
 three men stride into her field of view, each stripped
 naked and sporting medium-sized hard-ons. She was sur-
 prised to realize they looked even dirtier with their
 clothes off, and for a second or two she regretted
 goading Stephanie into it. Then she remembered what the
 young girl had done to her husband, and settled in to
 watch the fun.

     "One ground rule," Stephanie was saying as Larry
 knelt to shove his cock into her pussy and the other
 two opened their mouths to gobble up her tits. "No
 kissing on the mouth."

     One of the Darryls whispered something in Larry's
 ear, and the spokesman paused with his cock just at the
 opening of Stephanie's cunt. "Darryl wants to know, do
 you mean him kissing Darryl, or you?"

     Joanna choked back a laugh as Stephanie shouted
 "Neither!"

     Without further talk, the foursome launched into a
 blistering series of sex acts. As Joanna watched from
 her vantage point, one after another the men slammed
 their cocks into the young girl's slit and spewed their
 cum deep inside her. She refused to suck their dicks,
 and had to struggle a bit when one of the Darryls tried
 to shove his shaft up her asshole. Even without that,
 Stephanie was clearly the worse for wear when it was
 all over. Her normally perfect hair was a mass of
 tangles and her makeup was smeared and runny. Joanna
 stared at the bedraggled sight so intently that she
 almost didn't realize that it was all over until one
 of the men backed up against the door as he was putting
 on his pants. She had to dash into her room and slip
 behind the door to avoid their eyes as Larry, Darryl
 and Darryl thumped down the stairs and out of the inn.

     Just a couple of minutes after that, to Joanna's
 astonishment, she looked out and saw Stephanie leaving
 her room -- again looking perfect, hair combed just
 so, makeup all in place. The older woman stepped out
 of her room.

    "Stephanie! How did you do that?"

     "I just spread my legs and let them come on in,
 Joanna, what do you think?" Though she looked perfect,
 there was a slight haziness in Stephanie's voice.

     "I don't mean that," Joanna said. "I mean how did
 you clean yourself up so fast?" She sniffed the air.
 "And you even smell nice! I'd expect you to smell of
 cum and old, dead animals after what you've been
 through."

     Stephanie showed her bright, gleaming teeth. "Oh,
 Joanna, you poor thing. We Vanderkellens NEVER sweat,
 and we never give off odors.  Really, Joanna, you
 should know better."

     Another time, Joanna would have been put off by
 her vanity, but now it somehow seemed just the right
 personality to fit her body. She didn't even mind
 when the maid went on.

     "And I think I've proved my point, Joanna."

     "Which was?"

     "That men prefer a young, perky body like mine.
 Even men like -- like those three. And don't think I
 don't know what you did, Joanna -- daring me like that
 when you knew they were coming over!"

     Joanna laughed and slipped a hand around
 Stephanie's shoulder. "You're right, I did set you up.
 But I'm not so sure you've proved your point. Tell you
 what, Stephanie, I'll make you another bet."

     "Another bet? And who will I have to bed this
 time?" 

     "This time the bet's on me," Joanna said, ignoring
 the question. "I'll bet you that I can seduce the last
 person in the world you'd ever think would go to bed
 with me."

     "The last -- who, Joanna?"

     "You'll see -- in fact, I'll make sure you do. You
 hide in the closet in our room, and watch what
 happens."

     Shortly thereafter Stephanie was nestled between
 two of Dick's heavy overcoats, peering through the
 narrow slit of the closet doors. Joanna, meanwhile,
 slipped into the bathroom. A few minutes later she
 emerged. Instead of her old around-the-house clothes,
 she had on a lacy red peignoir, so sheer as to be al-
 most transparent. Clearly visible underneath were a
 dark red bra straining to hold in her massive tits and
 a silky bikini brief -- little more than two small
 triangles of material with spaghetti-thin strips on
 the sides. Even without high heels, Joanna's legs
 looked miles long, and the curves of her body through
 the misty red garment were lush and inviting.

     Joanna crawled onto the bed, her breasts hanging
 down as she faced the closet.

     "Can you see all right, Stephanie?"

     The young girl's voice, muffled slightly, called
 out that she could see just fine but wanted to know
 when the action would start.

     "In just a little while," Joanna said. "So what do
 you think of my outfit? Think it'll work?"

     Another muffled response.

     "I can't quite hear you, dear. Why don't you come
 a little closer? There's no one else here yet."

     Stephanie's face appeared between the closet doors.
 "I said, you do look quite attractive in that, Joanna."
 She frowned slightly. "More than I would have imagined.
 I think I've been underestimating you a bit."

     Joanna grinned and stroked her body. "So it's not
 too bad for an old broad, is it?"

     "No, not at all!" Stephanie seemed surprised at her
 own enthusiasm. She started to withdraw back into the
 closet.

     "Don't go yet," Joanna said. "Keep me company until
 -- you know." As she spoke, the older woman slid her
 long legs around until her feet were dangling over the
 end of the bed closest to the closet and she was sit-
 ting up. She raised her knees up and hugged them to
 herself.

     "I don't know, Joanna," Stephanie said, a hint of
 petulance in her voice. "Just what is going to happen?"

     The older woman smiled -- a little smile to
 Stephanie but a big one in her mind. "What do you
 think? Someone's going to come and make love to me!"
 Joanna turned sideways, stretching out her long legs.
 "Someone's going to caress me like this." She slid her
 hands up and down the smooth skin, from hips to ankles.
 "And then someone's going to take off my peignoir."
 She pulled the wispy garment off and let it drop to
 the floor. Joanna snuck a peek at Stephanie; the young
 girl had taken a step  half out of the closet. "And
 someone's going to take off my bra." She unhooked the
 clasp and tossed the bra aside. Her breasts hung down
 full, the nipples already fully erect. Joanna heard a
 small gasp from the closet.

     "And someone will caress my breasts, and lick them,
 and suck on them." She squeezed her tits with the sides
 of her arms and then stroked them, drawing her finger
 in slow circles that ended up on the tip of each
 nipple. There was a rustling noise in the closet.

     "Yes, someone will make love to my breasts. Slow,
 passionate love. And we'll kiss, deep, hot, wet kisses
 that last for days. And we'll roll around on the bed."
 Joanna fell onto her back, spreading her legs wide and
 pointing her crotch toward the closet as she stroked
 and rubbed herself all over. She heard low moans coming
 from the young maid.

     "And then, do you know what, Stephanie? Then I'll
 slip off my panties, just like this." She rolled the
 skimpy panties down her legs slowly and kicked them
 off. Falling again onto her back, Joanna pointed her
 knees to the ceiling and began to pet her silky bush
 and finger her already lubricated slit. "And we'll
 make love. Passionate love. Hard, hot, driving sex."
 She picked up the tempo of her fingers, slipping them
 inside her and beginning to push them in and out,
 faster and faster. "Harder, harder!" Her hips began to
 bounce up and down in time with her fingers.

     "Oh, god, Joanna!" Stephanie cried out from the
 closet. "You're making me so hot! When will it start?"

     Joanna smiled broadly and slipped her fingers out
 of her twat. "Very, very soon," she said, getting off
 the bed and walking over to the closet. When she opened
 the doors quickly, she caught Stephanie with one hand
 still buried in her own cunt.

     "Sooner than you can imagine," Joanna said, quietly
 now. She reached down and pulled Stephanie's hand up.
 Staring straight into the young girl's eyes, Joanna
 took Stephanie's hand up to her lips and began to lick
 at it. She took each finger into her mouth, sucking at
 them so hard her cheeks hollowed.

     "Joanna!" Stephanie's mouth fell open.

     The older woman brought the young girl's hand down,
 sliding it over her large breasts and flat stomach,
 until it was brushing her cunt. Then she took her own
 hand, still wet with her pussy juices, and pressed it
 to Stephanie's lips.

     "Oh, Joanna," Stephanie whispered, and began to
 lick. Imitating Joanna, she took the older woman's
 hand in hers and sucked the fingers in one by one.

     Gently, Joanna pulled her hand away at last and
 took a step forward. She bent her head down and pressed
 her lips to Stephanie's, savoring the taste of the
 mingled fluids. The young girl still was shy at first,
 but Joanna pressed on, opening her mouth and using her
 hot tongue to tease Stephanie's lips until they opened
 to her probing.

     Before long Stephanie and Joanna were locked in a
 tight embrace, their mouths crushed together as their
 hands explored each other's holes. Slowly, step by
 step, Joanna pulled Stephanie out of the closet and
 toward the bed. When the backs of her legs brushed
 against the downy quilt Joanna broke their embrace and
 sat down, crawling back until her head was against the
 pillows, opening her legs wide.

     "Joanna, I never..." Stephanie whispered. The older
 woman shushed her.

     "You're a little over dressed," Joanna said with
 a smile. 

     Even as she spoke, Stephanie was unbuttoning her
 blouse. Soon her clothes were tumbled in a heap on the
 floor and the young girl, stark naked, was crawling
 across the big bed toward Joanna.

     They kissed again, Stephanie's small, firm breasts
 rubbing against Joanna's big, pillowy tits, their hands
 exploring each other's bodies. Then Stephanie slid down
 and began to kiss and suckle the massive mammaries.
 Joanna sighed.

     "Yes," she said, "just like I said. Make love to
 them, Stephanie. Slow, passionate love."

     Stephanie took her time, savoring every square inch
 of Joanna's lushness. Before long the older woman felt
 herself beginning to melt and she pushed Stephanie
 down, down, down, until the young girl's mouth was
 hovering over her cunt.

     She thrilled at the first touch of Stephanie's wet
 tongue, sliding along the musky folds. "Oh, god, yes,"
 Joanna moaned, pressing the girl's head down onto her.
 "Harder, Stephanie, harder!" And then, with a loud,
 deep groan, Joanna felt her body flood with an incre-
 dible orgasm just as the maid's tongue slid between her
 pussy lips and into her soaking wet tunnel.

     Stephanie seemed stunned by the immediate reaction
 and started to pull away, but Joanna closed her thighs
 around the young girl's head, refusing to let her up.
 "Don't stop," she insisted, as the tremors of her pas-
 sion raced up and down her body.

     Stephanie went back to work, driving her tongue
 deep into Joanna's womanhood, while a gush soaked into
 the mattress. Joanna slipped her own hand down to her
 cunt, rolling her sensitive clit around between her
 fingers while the maid ministered to her pussy.

     A second orgasm followed quickly on the first. This
 one was so violent that Joanna's body was thrown up
 into the air again and again.

     Stephanie slid back up the older woman's sweaty
 body and planted a few delicate kisses on her lips.
 Joanna would have been content to just lie there, but
 she felt an obligation to her young lover.

     Before long Stephanie was squatting astride the
 older woman's face, lowering her cunt to an already
 searching tongue. Even the young girl's musk was
 flowery, Joanna thought, as she licked the smooth skin
 on the inside of Stephanie's thighs, working her way
 closer and closer to the hot, wet center.

     And then she was inside, her tongue driving between
 Stephanie's tight folds and plunging into her cunt.
 Joanna's hands reached up and sought out the firm
 breasts, squeezing them passionately as she continued
 to lap up the young girl's juices.

     In time Joanna felt her strength returning and she
 began to buck her hips up at the empty air, feeling a
 longing in her loins. Stephanie turned her head back
 and saw. She pivoted, keeping her cunt poised above
 Joanna's probing tongue, and bent down until her
 breasts hung down onto the older woman's heaving
 stomach. When Stephanie again put her tongue to
 Joanna's pussy, the older woman felt an electric
 shock race through every nerve. The two women buried
 their tongues in each other, their hands sinking into
 the soft flesh of their buttocks, pleasuring each other
 over and over.

     Feeling her own orgasm near, Joanna slid away from
 Stephanie's mouth, hoping to prolong the joyful agony
 a bit longer. Their slick bodies slid easily over each
 other as they grappled on the bed, the sheets and quilt
 tangling beneath them, pillows tumbling to the floor.
 In time they found themselves face to face again, hug-
 ging tightly, pressing passionate kisses onto each
 other's breasts, neck, lips. And then Joanna could
 stand it no longer. She entwined her legs with
 Stephanie's and began to hump against the young girl's
 cunt, desperately shoving her own hot pussy against
 the maid's crotch.

     It wasn't enough. Soon they were scissored to-
 gether, Joanna with her head at the top of the bed,
 Stephanie's head at its foot, their cunts pressed
 tightly together. Joanna's fingers sought out and
 buried themselves in Stephanie's tight twat just as
 the young girl pressed her fingers into Joanna's
 opening.

     By now their moans were echoing off the walls as
 they drew nearer and nearer to what Joanna was sure
 would be colossal orgasms. Faster and faster they
 prodded each other until at last a blaze of white-hot
 passion burst in Joanna's groin and spread quickly
 through her entire body. She felt each muscle fiber
 contract, paralyzing her body, and then let go, and
 then contract again, a cycle repeated hundreds of
 times as the seconds flew past.

     Vaguely she was aware of Stephanie launching into
 her own orgasm, all flailing legs and whirling arms
 and loud, shrieking cries. To Joanna's surprise, she
 found herself joining in the shouts. She had never
 thought of herself as a screamer before, but she felt
 loud bellows being wrung from her.

     So caught up was she in her passion that she didn't
 hear the door to the room open, and it took several
 repetitions before she could puzzle out the words of
 the person who was now standing in the doorway.

     "Joanna! Stephanie! I heard the screams and I was
 afraid -- I was -- oh, my!"

     The speaker began to back out, but Joanna raised
 a hand, palm out. Then she looked down at Stephanie,
 who smiled and nodded. Joanna turned her hand around,
 curling the fingers toward herself in a beckoning
 gesture.

     "Come here, George," she said in a husky whisper.

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