2008-Mar-31 - Stud Toy

“Girls, I think you’re gonna enjoy today’s entertainment,” Billie Harris said to her Thursday afternoon bridge partners, “it’s been a long time since we’ve had a really well

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hung stud grace our presence, but today I think I’ve outdone myself!!!” Kimberly Farlow

crossed and uncrossed her legs and while asking softly, “Is he as big as Bobby, you know that kid that did your lawn a couple of years ago!?!” “I don’t know about that,” Billie said with a laugh, “but Jamel is much more, shall we say, forceful, than Bobby ever was, in fact, I think that you could say that he’s really quite dominant!!!” “Oh, good,” Marion Hart chimed in while stubbing out her cigarette, “I really liked Bobby, but he was so soft spoken and docile that you didn’t feel like you were really being taken, ya know what I mean!?!” Barbara Knox threw her head back and laughed before exclaiming, “I seem to remember you screaming pretty darn loud when Bobby shoved that monster into your pussy, Marion!!!” Both Billie and Kimberly snickered at Barb’s comment, but Marion just shrugged her shoulders and rejoined, “I didn’t say it wasn’t great, I just meant that he was a little bit on the shy side, come on guys, give me a break will ya!!!” “Now ladies,” Billie chided, “let’s play some cards until he gets here, we’ll have plenty of time to compare techniques later on, so let’s deal!!!”

The women were in the middle of their third bridge rubber when the door bell rang three times quickly bringing the game to a crashing halt!!! Billie got up quickly and made her way to the front door where she invited in a tall black man of about twenty eight and a young white girl who was introduced as Marie!!! “Girls,” Billie said while entering the living room, “I’d like you to meet Jamel, and this is his friend Marie!!!” The other three women at the table must have looked pretty dumb with their mouths hanging open and all, but Marion finally caught her breath and offered, “It’s so nice to meet you Jamel, Billie here was just extolling your many vitures, and to say the least we were very impressed!!!” Jamel looked at her coldly and replied evenly, “You white bitches are all alike, but don’t worry, I won’t disappoint you, but before were done here today, I can just about guarantee that you’ll all be black dick sucking whores!!!”

The assuredness of his tone coupled with his jet black skin and towering height had the immediate effect of subdueing the women into silence while they waited for his next move, which came surprisingly when he nodded to Marie, who quickly stripped off her clothing until she was standing naked in the middle of Billie’s living room!!! “How do you like my bitch,” he asked casually while hefting one the nineteen year old’s big breasts in a giant hand, “she sucks both cunt and cock with equal fervor, so who’s gonna be first!?!” The four women sat stunned at the black man’s question, and when no answer was forthcoming, he looked at Kimberly and ordered almost harshly, “Up with your dress and down with your panties cunt!!!” Kimberly began to whimper a protest, but before she had even gotten a word out of her mouth, Jamel was on top of her in a flash, ripping her dress from her body and with another tear, pulled her bikini panties right off her plump ass and cunt!!! “Now, baby,” he said to Marie, “suck the bitch off, and I mean fucking off!!!”

Kimberly sat in her chair with her legs pushed wide open and her mouth agape while Marie fairly attacked her hairy pussy with a hungry zeal that left her breathless and moaning!!! “She sucks a mean cunt, don’t she,” Jamel said with a laugh, “don’t worry baby, in just a minute or two you’re gonna be blowing your nut all over her face, and you can count on it,” and true to his word, in even less that a minute, Kimberly’s cunt wrenched hard several times as a crushing orgasm tore through her like a freight train doing ninety!!! “G-good grief,” she panted when it was all over, “that was incredible, the little bitch has a talent, there’s no doubt about it!!!” The other three women just stared wide eyed at Kimberly and back at Marie before Jamel’s voice boomed, “Okay, who’s gonna suck the pony!?!” This time, Barbara raised her hand, and replied nervously, “I-I’ll do it, if that’s all right with you!!!” “Get your ass over here, white slut,” Jamel shot back at her, “and get on your fucking knees, that’s where all you white pieces of trash should be, on your fucking knees with your mouths wide open!!!”

Barbara sat hunched over on her knees and with shaking hands, she gingerly reached out to undo Jamel’s pants and gasped loudly when his bright red bikini under shorts came into view, barely concealing the massive penis curled up inside of it’s cotton prison!!! “What the fuck you waiting for, slut,” Jamel snapped, “get ‘em off and suck it, you on some kind of fucking vacation or somethin’!?!” “Uh, no,” she replied softly, while hooking her thumbs in the waist band and tugging the red shorts down to his ankles before moaning, “oh god, i-it’s incredible, so long and thick, ohhhhhhhhh god, the head, it’s huge!!!” Finally having enough of her infernal yapping, Jamel grabbed the fifty plus matron by the hair and shoved his meat into her mouth and forced her to begin sucking him off!!! While Barb worked to get her mouth over the huge head, Jamel ordered the other two women to strip so that Marie could suck them off one by one!!! Billie got it first, as Marie calmly shoved her down on the floor and proceeded to mount her in the sixty nine positon, where she lowered her shaved cunt onto Billie’s face and buried her own mouth into the older woman’s drooling pussy!!! Kimerly looked on at the orgy going on around her, and even though just minutes before Marie had eaten her to a thunderous climax, just watching Billie doing sixty nine with the hot bitch, and of course Barbara sucking Jamel’s monster cock was too much for her, and without even being prompted, she crawled over to Marion and gently pushed her legs apart and began tongueing her hot wet pussy!!!

The black giant stood calmly while all around him were in the midst of orgasms, and when he thought it was just the right time, he grabbed Barb by the hair, pulled her to her feet, and then with his incredible strength, lifted her like a rag doll and casually lowered her cunt onto his thick stump!!! Barbara’s eyes rolled back into her head as the massive organ invaded her sex, and in a matter of only seconds the first in a string of many orgasms convulsed viciously through her while she hung like a rag doll on his long thick pecker!!! “How does it feel, cunt,” he whispered roughly to the nearly delirious Barbara,

“you like dark meat, cunt!?!” She was just about to answer, but her thought train got side tracked as her cunt spasmed hard again, as still another climax brutalized her spent vagina, causing him to comment with a chuckle, “I’ll take that as a yes!!!” “P-please let me down,” Barbara whispered, “I can’t take anymore of it!!!” Almost roughly, Jamel pushed her down to the floor in a heap before pulling Marie off of Billie, and with a cat like quickness, mounted and entered the surprised woman, causing her to scream as a mixture of pain and pleasure roiled through her cunt while his cock hammer battered her pussy into submission!!!

“G-god I don’t believe it,” Kimberly gasped while furiously fingering her twat, “just look at him, he’s sucking himself off, I never would have believed it!!!” Me either,” a stunned Barbara replied, “I’m gonna cum again, and again, ohhhhhhhh god that looks so fucking good to me, ohhhhhhhhhh fuck!!!” When he was about ready to shoot his load, Jamel sat up, and pointed to Marie, who scampered over to his him, and without even being told, put her mouth over his big head just before his dick errupted in a fire hose like explosion of hot burning cum, that automatically induced the other women into final orgasms of their own, except that is for Marie, who had to be manually stimulated to climax by Jamel’s talented index finger!!!

Jamel took a few mintues to gather himself, but amost as quickly as he had arrived, he and Marie were dressed and out the door and gone, leaving four very dazed naked women laying on the floor in a post orgasmic glow!!! “Good grief,” Marion sighed, “that’s what I call a good fuck!!!” “I can’t move,” Barb moaned, “my pussy has been absolutely ravished, and I do me ravished!!!” “Billie struggled to her feet, plopped down on her chair, lit a cigarette and asked, “So girls, what about next week!?!”

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2008-Mar-31 - Pythagoras Was Nowhere In The Picture

Life as a private tutor is not without its perks.

    Teaching might well be termed the ?“noble profession,?” but at the same time it can set in train some diabolically risky situations. I should know?….I have been a hired educationalist these last three decades and this is but one such early encounter.

    New-Age thinking insists that obstacles and difficulties which befall us during our lives are in reality no more than ?“opportunities?” in disguise. Such might be up for protracted debate admittedly, should a wayward semi carouse through your lounge-room one evening midway through CSI, or a herd of marauding bison trample you underfoot in South Dakota mid vacation. 

    Denise though was infinitely more of a challenge! 

    I was in my mid thirties at the time. Having had it big-time with the State educational boards and being tired of High-School theatrics and the one dimensional power-plays inside most staff rooms, I decided I could do no worse as a private teacher.

    As it happened, it proved to be a great career move. In charge of my own destiny finally, rather than being at the whim of some lame-brained politically incorrect school Principal, I developed a greater pride in my vocation, taking pleasure from helping individual students to understand what the education system appeared unable to pass-on within a class environment.

    My specialty, if you can accurately describe it thus, is remedial work. Parents call me in when their child is having difficulty with mathematics or science ?– most usually around the sophomore stage but occasionally even in their final year.

    Denise in fact had only nine months left to graduation.

    Her father, a prominent up-state attorney, was from the ?“nothing short of perfection cuts it in this world?” school of thinking. Straight A?’s for his children were the lowest acceptable ranking and anything less than the number one class position at year-end was an embarrassment to be endured. Failure was not an option let?’s say!

    Denise as it happened sat well inside the top percentile band of math students?…having done so since sixth grade. She had simply pulled down a B plus in an early year-twelve spot test which had been enough for her father to throw a nervy turn, insisting he call in a home tutor to ?‘rectify the problem?’ before it was too late. Denise was both demeaned and upset by the suggestion but like everyone else in the family, powerless to argue or reason with this particular control-freak.

    Thus it was, I was ushered late that Friday afternoon into the lofty hallway of the Sanderson manor, a riot of mosaic flooring, scatter rugs and marble statues. Conrad Sanderson himself, splendidly attired in an Armani tuxedo and on his way to some sort of legal-eagle ball downtown so I learned, escorted me up the semi-circular staircase to Denise?’s suite of rooms somewhere along the east wing.

  ?“Just suss out her problem areas and help her as best you can,?” he muttered, knocking on his daughter?’s suite.

   Best I describe for you in detail, the young lady who now stood before us.

  ?‘Pretty,?’ does her an injustice. Just seventeen, Denise radiated both a poise and elegance that belied her years. Still attired in her immaculately pressed school uniform, everything about her was ultimately feminine and desirable. From the neat collar and cuffs of her blouse to the hem of her shortish but fully decent skirt, she exuded confidence and dignity. Her quite obviously natural copper-colored hair hung shoulder length, framing a somewhat inquisitive visage whose light blue eyes would have stopped a T-Rex in full flight. Together with smooth cheeks that had surely been sculptured from the finest alabaster on hand, backed-up with generous lips that would be in majorly serious demand in the coming years, here was a package that could not only reduce the average man to an outpouring of nonsensical gibberish but  would be likely damaging more hearts in the short term than a regular intake of a Quarter-Pounder and fries.

   
    I shook her hand upon her father?’s introduction and noticed that she maintained eye-contact where other girls might have betrayed a hint of embarrassment or insecurity.

    Having been married for well over a decade?…and happily so I may add, let me state for the record that I had never strayed from the fold, not even looked at another girl to be honest. This was but a child technically and yet something about her captivated me on the instant.

   ?“Well I expect you will want to be getting on with it,?” Sanderson barked, obviously impatient to be on his way. ?“The housekeeper will let you out when you are finished,?” he added as a seeming afterthought, before heading off without so much as a backward glance. Denise looked momentarily embarrassed by his curt manner but smiled sweetly at me nevertheless. I followed her into the room.

    Ultra feminine young girls normally have ultra feminine sleeping quarters. It emphasizes their sexual birthright and highlights their orientation. Denise as I said had a small suite of rooms to color her world. Her ?“ante-chamber?” as one might assume it to be, contained classic period furniture that would have set daddy back many a long hour in the Supreme Court. Pretty light green drapes that matched the painted d?©cor, hung at the huge bay window that was wide enough to host a leather-ingrained desk, presently piled up with school-books at one end. Another table, smaller, but with chairs clustered around it, sat against the left wall. Home to a state-of-the-art computer system, it was to this that she led me. I had a momentary glimpse of an expansive bedroom through the far doorway, containing what looked like a four-poster adorned with a coverlet and cushions from the Persian Empire. Denise lived comfortably it appeared!

    Ushering me to a chair she sat down herself, looking at me somewhat expectantly. I touched upon her father?’s concerns and asked if there were any areas she would like help with?  Unable to nominate any she merely commented.

   ?“It?’s just the way dad is Mr. Carr. He thinks anything less than total perfection is ?“failure.?” He wants me to go to Law school with a perfect one-hundred percent examination record.?” She lowered her pretty head for a moment.

    ?“I don?’t even want to be a lawyer,?” she confided. I thought I could see a few embryonic tears and wanted to cuddle her more than anything right then.

   ?“What is it you would like to do then Denise??” I asked.

    Hastily controlling her emotions she looked up again.

   ?“Something with children?…..disadvantaged families,?” she replied. ?“I?’d really like to make a difference to a few kids?’ lives. Give something back to people who have had way less fortunate lives than me.?”

    It wasn?’t so much her words as the sincerity of them that touched me. I knew right then that she was more than just a pretty young girl?…she was something else completely. She possessed the unfathomable, something I recognized and sadly...needed.

    Neither of us spoke for a moment.

  ?“Anyway Mr Carr,?” she said smiling once again, ?“Since you?’re here, maybe we should let you earn some of dad?’s money?…right??’ She leaned across the desk and retrieved some of her workbooks.

    As it turned out, the session was not without purpose. Whilst she ranked at the fore-front of academic ability, perhaps the smartest young lady I ever had the pleasure of teaching, there were a few areas involving calculus and algorithmic logic that in her case, could benefit from a theoretical make-over. It wasn?’t that she had failed to understand anything, merely that she had never been taught correctly.

    By the second month, we had covered every aspect that needed attention. Her work ethic and retention capability quite astounded me but this paled into insignificance when measured against my own escalating obsession.

   I was beginning to think of nothing else but that next Friday night. I desperately needed to be near Denise, to share in some small measure a part of her life?….however insignificant that might be to her. I would gaze unhindered at her beautiful face as she might work at a problem, those expressive blue eyes of hers when they would flash with youthful pleasure at the point she might resolve an equation.

    It was the week after she turned eighteen that the equilibrium was for ever fractured.

    Pulling into the manor?’s driveway at the appointed 8 pm. I was surprised to see Sanderson striding forth angrily from the front porch towards the chauffeured Mercedes. Fully ignoring my presence, he climbed into the limo, barking instructions to the driver who lost no time in circumnavigating the huge fountain before accelerating swiftly back down the driveway up which I had just cruised.

    The puzzle deepened when Denise herself opened the front door to me.

   ?“Is everything OK??” I asked

   ?“Sure,?” she answered, a large smile creasing her face. ?“It?’s just daddy ?– he fired the housekeeper a few moments ago.?” She actually broke out into giggles. ?“Laura had just polished one of the hallway floors and dad slipped on it and spilt coffee all over himself. He was soo mad!?” She all but collapsed in mirth at the recalled image it seemed.

   ?“Well isn?’t that rather unreasonable??”  I asked. ?“She was only doing her job.?”

  ?“That?’s my dad,?” she replied, ?“But it?’s Ok, he?’ll calm down and re-hire her next week, he?’s done it before.?” She added breezily.

    Closing the front door, she led me back to her rooms. That was no hardship I have to be honest. Following a teenage girl up a reasonably steep flight of stairs when she is wearing a figure-hugging white dress that clings to everything it was fundamentally designed to latch on to ?– is, if one is honest ?– well, fun!  I wondered whether she even knew that the opaque nature of the garment did little to shield her modesty so far as undergarments were concerned. Now as it happens, I like pastel blue panties as much as the next private tutor and those that were wiggling up those risers not eighteen inches from my gaze, were indeed a source of inspiration.

    You can understand then that my peristaltic rate was unusually high by the time we sat down at the desk. My mind was definitely not on things mathematical. As she worked at the first of a few problems I set for her, my gaze fell, as they had done many times previously I must be honest, upon the upper part of her dress. Adrift to the third button, it was enough let?’s say, to display her small but delightful cleavage, not to mention a substantial ribbon of lacy bra. Even chiding myself for such voyeuristic pleasures, I was unable to wrench my gaze from that field of dreams. It was at that second she happened to look up and catch my decadent line of vision.

    I think we blushed equally.

    It?’s funny how one often makes with the dumbest of comments when caught in a personally embarrassing situation. I simply looked at her and muttered. ?“I?’m so sorry Denise?…it?’s just that, well I think you are so beautiful.?” It?’s hardly a plausible excuse for staring fixedly at a teenage girl?’s breasts but certainly it was the truth.

    Instinctively she raised her hand to her chest, which only served to heighten my desire.

   ?“Do you really think I?’m pretty??” she whispered.

    The weeks of unspoken affection could no longer be suppressed. I leaned across and kissed her gently on the cheek. For a moment she said nothing, simply looking at me with what must have been shocked bemusement. The blush lingered however and I could hardly fail to notice that she had made no move to either distance herself from me or to air the least of reprimands. Her body language if anything, suggested a complicity of sorts.

    Once again I inclined my head towards her and discerning still no implied resistance, I kissed her on the lips.

    When a girl wants to be kissed, it is very obvious. When you have been desperate to kiss her for a couple of months or more, the odds are the floodgates will open of their own accord.

    I don?’t even recall pulling her on to my lap, all I remember is the softness and sweet taste of her young lips. Holding her to me, I reveled in her warmth and seductive perfume as I continued kissing her passionately. Eventually we broke off, both quite obviously in respiratory distress.

  ?“I have wanted you to kiss me for ages,?” she said, looking up at me with what might have been pleasured victory.

  ?“No more than my own thoughts on the matter Denise,?” I murmured. ?“I have wanted to do this just about since I met you.?”

    I could see clearly down her cleavage those delicately receding curves. She appeared not to mind in the least. Intending to define the rules of the game a little further, I kissed her neck then her collar-bone. The girl?’s sharp intake of breath suggested I was moving in a positive direction. Kissing her literally an inch above her right breast brought both a cry of surprise and a definitive wriggle of her hips. It also wrought changes to certain anatomical areas of my own?…none that I was wanting her to notice right that moment you can understand.

    Kissing is downright dangerous if you?’re serious about it! Denise was committed to learning, no doubt about it! Unable to prevent my hands from their own little trek of indecency, I suddenly found a wonderfully soft and pliant little breast within the confines of my right palm. It?’s owner looked at me and sighed as I squeezed that oh-so-desirable mound. I think she had in mind to say ?“No?…don?’t?” but nothing ever eventuated and thus I not only continued to fondle that which I shouldn?’t, but my hand slid it?’s illicit way deep inside her bra where tactility ran riot and the sighs multiplied threefold. She raised her own hand to mine ?– not to remove it but to ensure I think that her breasts might remain cupped and fondled until time ran out.

   ?“I?’ve never had a boyfriend,?” she whispered to me between breaths?…?“Dad refuses to let me have one.?” I wasn?’t sure right that moment whether I viewed that as an act of cruelty or one of gratuitous sexual opportunity. Either way I had a wife at home and doing what I was with an inexperienced and majorly vulnerable young lady was, if not downright reprehensible, way left field of responsible! It?’s definitely not what I signed-on for with the Parish Priest. The deductive process however is stymied when one is on the road to inflamed passion in a teenage girl?’s bedroom suite, the senses intoxicated by a heady mix of girlish scents and the seductive delights of a partially exposed bosom.

   There was also the inescapable fact that in some way I needed this girl. Needed her closeness, her intrinsic inner beauty and her intellect...if that makes any sense?

   With an arm around her shoulders holding her to me, I had just the one hand free for other things - not that this was any great hardship. Turning my attentions to Denise?’s other breast, I had both pretty much three-quarters out of their bra cups with now just a hint of nipple either side. I decided to push the boundaries yet further and began to undo another button. Oddly, Denise just sat there looking downwards as her dress gaped yet wider, revealing in all its provocative glory that sexy little nylon restraint. Cupping her breasts with both hands brought forth a formative moan from that half-open if not delicate mouth. It was definitely time to kiss those lips a little more.

    Risking a full scale rebellion, I gradually lowered my mouth to the girl?’s fully exposed cleavage. A sharp intake of breath heralded my initial contact. The smell of her breasts in such close proximity I have to say, was addling my thought processes. I wanted her more than any female I was ever privy to be with. For her part, even as I began kissing her breasts along their upper perimeter, she closed her eyes and leaned back against my shoulder breathing hard, to compensate I imagine for her increased pulse-rate.

    Very gently, I eased both breasts clear of their padded cr??che. A more beautiful and desirable sight I had never seen. Lowering my mouth further, I drew down upon her right nipple which caused her to shudder with unforced pleasure. Latching on to that wondrously hot little teat I suckled her then, taking such pleasure myself as I am incapable of describing accurately. Making the cutest of little sounds, she opened her pretty eyes and the expression there-in was one of pleading expectation. I began to draw down now on her other breast ?– dead center.

    I don?’t even know if she was aware that she was arching her back in an instinctive attempt to thrust her young breasts out more prominently. I can?’t say I was actually dwelling on this possibility. All I knew is that I wanted to suck those eighteen-year old nipples until either the Police showed up or her Father took me out with an AK47.

    What man would be satisfied with his achievements thus far? What man could be??

    Even as I continued tenderly suckling the girl, my right hand re-located itself low down on her thigh, just above the knee. I began caressing the soft skin through her dress which at this juncture was fulfilling its purpose by maintaining an impressive level of modesty.

    Gradually my hand slipped lower although I took care to maintain a caressing action rather than anything more intrusive. Just a few inches below her knee I reached the hem of her dress. The skin there at the back of her legs was like hot silk. Deliberately I stopped kissing her momentarily as I wanted to gauge her reaction to this latest line of offense. She certainly was interested in my modus operendi, to judge by her yelp of surprise as my hand slipped beneath her dress, commencing its imperceptible ascent north. She permitted all troop movements up until mid thigh level where the heat was approaching that of a tropical rain-forest. Despite having instinctively spread her legs meanwhile, she placed her hand atop mine, shaking her head slowly and murmuring ?“No, please?…no further.?”

    Now think about it logically. A teenage girl sits on your knee willingly, her cleavage not ten inches from your face. She encourages you to kiss her, responds in kind, having no objection when you begin fondling her breasts. She permits you to not only put your hand down her top but to undo the buttons of her dress and gaze at her bra, before exposing her breasts totally in order that you may suck them stupid. She then lets you caress her leg and knees before slipping your hand up her dress and feeling her up as far as mid thigh.

    Then she calls a halt to proceedings under the rights of the citizen act?  I don?’t think so!

    What she is saying of course is ?“I?’m scared!?”

    Holding her hands, I just looked into those deep blue pools of hers. ?“You?’re safe with me sweetie,?” I told her. ?“I know you?’ve never done anything like this and you?’re desperate to know what it?’s like, right?  I understand it?’s a huge step for you Denise but it?’s one you have to decide to take ?– I can?’t do it for you.?” She was studying me now closer than ever.

    ?“For what it?’s worth sweetheart, I want you more than anything else ?– not just for the sake of sex but because there?’s something about you I just frankly have fallen in love with these last two months. I know have no right to expect anything from you, I shouldn?’t even be doing this at all. I am being completely unfair to my wife?…to my own conscience even. It?’s just something I never thought I would do. Having said all that though, it changes little. You?’re still sitting on my knee and I can think of nothing else but making love to you.?”  It looked to me like there were the beginnings of a few tears in her eyes.

   ?“That wasn?’t my intention either sweetheart ?– to upset you I mean.?” I added somewhat meekly. If you want this to stop right now ?– tell me, I will respect and understand your decision totally.?”

    I might have expected one of several responses but certainly not that which I received.

    Giving me a gentle but rather loving kiss, she slid off my lap then turning slightly, took my hand in hers. Leading me through the doorway to the left of the table at which we had been seated, she ushered me into the main bedroom. Her feminine influence was everywhere from the pinks and pastels to the half a dozen stuffed animals on her pillows. It was a beautiful girl?’s room for the most beautiful girl.

    Relinquishing my hand, she sat down on the edge of the bed. Words were not necessary!

    Seating myself alongside, I kissed her once more. Whether she lay back of her own accord or I instigated proceedings I really cannot recall, but moments later we were both lying full-length on the coverlet, Denise on her back, me on my side facing her. At no stage had she buttoned up and thus her pert young breasts still lay open to my gaze, fully adrift from her gaping top. Provocatively displayed as she was, my immediate interest lay within certain latitudes south of the equator. Maintaining eye contact with her, I slipped my left hand beneath the hem of her dress as before, having determined a fixed route to the north this time.

    Once more a soft cry of shocked surprise issued from the girl?’s lips as her dress was eased high enough to display the first glimpse of her light pink panties ?– cute and frilly much like their white counterpart in the northern climes. Instinctively trying to cover them with her hands ?– a gesture I found extremely arousing ?– I had simply to grasp her arms and return them to her side. Understandably nervous in the extreme, she nevertheless showed what I considered great determination in allowing me to continue my progressive abuse of her young body.

    The first of many audible gasps accompanied my total exposure of those rather skimpy briefs. For a few seconds I could but stare at such total perfection. That wonderfully flat girlish stomach giving way to pronounced flared hips that were highlighted so delightfully by those sexy little knickers. The prominence of her as yet hidden vulva concealed as it was by that colored rayon fabric ?– those sexy curves descending tantalizingly between her legs. I was just able to make-out a darkish area beneath, that could only be pubic hair?…curls actually, to judge by the two or three stragglers I could see peeking out rather suggestively.

    Only three inches from her panties now, I worked my hand more towards the inside of her leg which not only made her wriggle slightly but caused her to part her knees sufficient that the front of her panties was now quite visible. It wasn?’t something one could really overlook. Wishing to tease her no longer I allowed myself the luxury of actually brushing up against the soft material with the side of my hand. She reacted as is scalded, apologizing immediately. ?“I?’m sorry, I?’m just not used to any of this it?’s all so new to me.?”

   Might have been ?“new?” to her but to me it was heaven on earth! Opting for the more direct approach now, I laid my hand across the front of those searingly hot panties of hers and with my index finger began indenting the front of them the whole way down between her legs. I could feel the heat emanating from that virginal crevice right through the soft material.

    Unable to prevent herself arching upwards slightly and despite the obvious embarrassment of her predicament, more than one soft moan was now audible. I began to caress the flatlands, smoothing my way across her lithe tummy before returning to center stage to rub and apply pressure to her entire vaginal area.

   Once she was comfortable with this latest development (and what it was doing to me anatomically is best left unspoken) I leaned forward and kissed her slightly below the belly button. Again a little cry of shock as I continued to kiss her, locked-on to a southerly trajectory as I was, planting one final smooch dead center of her panties. That brought on a couple of ?“Ohhs?” with some accompanying hip wriggles.

    It was really time to divest her of her outer-wear although I must say, sprawled on her back like that, her dress pushed up to her hips, legs slightly apart with both her panties and breasts fully exposed, did have its visual benefits!

   ?“May I take your dress off sweetie??” I whispered.

    She looked at me for a moment, unsure exactly of what this might be committing her to in the short term. Sitting up then, she reached behind her back and unzipped herself. Easing her on to her tummy achieved two goals. Firstly, the ability to pull the dress off and following that, the relatively simple task remained of extricating her bra also. I was faced then with what ?– up to that moment at least ?– was the sexiest image I had ever encountered.

   Just three days into her eighteenth year and being a rather small girl ?– five-two at the most, she looked, lying there face down on the coverlet in just her panties, like a highly vulnerable fourteen or fifteen-year old girl sleeping. It was an scenario I found highly conducive to my on-going arousal.

    Unable to pass-up the opportunity, I gave her a gentle spank on that curvy little bottom. She gave a cry of probably genuine shock and turned to look at me.

   ?“Why did you do that??’ she giggled

   ?“Because sweetheart,?” I replied, ?“you have the sexiest little bottom it has ever been my pleasure to encounter. Allow me to give you one more!?”

    I have this theory that most girls find being spanked highly arousing. Never met one yet didn?’t like it. In any event Denise just turned her head back to the coverlet and if I didn?’t know better, wriggled that sexy little rear-end of hers just enough to register her thoughts on the matter.

   The follow-up was a doozie. Denise yelped as my hand impacted across both cheeks causing them to ripple momentarily. Reaching behind her she covered her bottom with both hands. ?“No more,?” she frowned, ?“that really hurt!?”

    For fear of overstaying my welcome, I apologized and retracted my hand. Call me perverted, but if you have never had the privilege of spanking a teenage girl at some juncture, then your life must by necessity be that much poorer for the loss.

    Kneeling alongside her hips I figured the best course of action right that moment might be Knight to Queen?’s Bishop 3. My eyes still glued to her pert little bottom I slipped a hand up between her legs and applied some digital pressure to the precise spot on her panties where I knew her vaginal lips must be concealed. The effect was immediate. Quite forgetting about her ill-treated rear-end, she gasped in surprise and closed up her legs ?– a fully automated defense move.

    One can always find a counter-move in any given situation.

    In this case, taking a hold of the waistband of her panties and pulling them two thirds down her bottom seemed to me very appropriate. Whether you?’d call it a gasp or a squeal I?’m not sure, but certainly she had her hands behind her in an attempt to salvage some modesty, before you could say ?“how rude!?”

    Completely over-awed by the sight of her partially exposed rear crevice and incredibly smooth cheeks, reddish as one side was, I did what any aroused male would have done. I leaned forward and kissed her bottom softly.

    ?“Don?’t pull my panties down?…please?” she whimpered, whilst making no further effort to tug them back up though I noted.

    By the fourth kiss - slightly higher, at the very base of her spine in fact, she was wriggling herself stupid. Despite her protestations, I managed to peel her panties off altogether, yielding finally that which I had imagined, but in my wildest dreams could never have hoped to see ?– Denise undressed and at my procreative mercy. To say that she was beautiful in her nakedness is to laughably understate the situation. She was every man?’s greatest desire!

    Slowly I turned her over, allowing her to cover her pussy with both hands as I did so. It left more than enough to admire, believe me. Her expression was one of complete trepidation yet innocent expectancy, discomfort yet seductive encouragement.

   ?“Would you let me see you sweetheart??” I asked softly, glancing down at her hands.

    Shyly but bravely she slowly brought her hands apart. I think I gulped! I know I was close to being rendered catatonic.

    To be afforded the privilege of gazing at that which a teenage girl has never let anyone see before is almost a humbling experience. Those incredibly sculptured downward curves of her clearly moist vaginal lips, hemmed in on all sides by that triangle of protective but equally provocative little brown curls?…that my friends, is something you can never buy on eBay.

    Already besotted with her, I was overcome now by feelings of passionate need and protective intent. Other facets to my life had ceased to have meaning. With no game plan whatsoever I pulled her on top of me and kissed her with an intensity I never knew I possessed. She responded eagerly and I was a boy again.

    With her breasts crushed up against my shirt I was vaguely aware of holding her around her bottom whilst her legs draped either side of my own. Occasionally she would arch her back upwards, so that her pretty dark brown hair would cascade in my face while she regarded me fixedly between kisses. I think she knew also the extent to which her naked breasts were driving me crazy in that position. In the space of two minutes we had reversed roles. It was she was now the teacher and me the committed student.

    I?’m not sure if she was aware I had unzipped my pants, though logic would suggest she would have to be. I do know that she made no attempt of any sort either physical or verbal, to dissuade me from my course and even as I fumbled beneath her abdomen, extricating my swollen and desperately needful erection, she was still permitting me to kiss her passionately.

    At that angle, and especially given that the girl?’s legs were substantially apart as she straddled me, locating her vaginal ingress proved something less than a major feat of engineering. Penetration however was not without its initial glitch.

    Most eighteen-year old girls, even if they are still technically virgins, have generally loosened up the general area courtesy of their own or their boyfriend?’s fingers during certain moments of self-gratification shall we say?. The hymen you may assume has frequently lost a degree of elasticity at least.

   Denise however must have been a very good girl, for despite her obvious willingness if not desire to part with her virginity that day, its accomplishment was not without considerable application on her part.

   ?“No, I really want you to do it to me,?” she pleaded, when I offered to withdraw from the playing field as it was obviously hurting her a lot.

    Eventually we worked our way through the minefield ?– mainly by way of her controlling depth and pressure with her own hips and I was able to sink deeply inside that ragingly hot cavern for the first time.

   I can still see her lips open in silent pleasure as I began to thrust up into her. She minded neither my  hands as they caressed her bottom from hip to thigh nor my face as it nuzzled her breasts atop me. All she seemed to care about was what I was doing to her with that swollen rod I had inside her. I did a lot too?…even if I do say so myself!

   There is probably nothing more sexually encouraging than a pretty and majorly innocent young girl pleading with you to ?“fuck her?” when you are doing just that. Not words I can ever imagine Denise having used in her short life, she appeared suddenly to have an expanded vocabulary on site.

    Fuck her I did though and in every conventional position. An attentive student to the end, she showed great aptitude for her chosen subject. By the time we had run the gauntlet of:  missionary, all-fours center quilt and draped half-off the end of the bed with her hands on the carpet, it?’s line-ball who was the most seriously skinned. Eventually we just curled up in that bed and slept for a while.

     I was so in love with this girl I could think of nothing but holding and nuzzling her. For a while I just lay there watching her sleep and caressing her hair. I had no idea what the following day might bring, let alone the rest of my life.

    At the point Conrad Sanderson knocked at his daughter?’s door two hours later, calling out ?“Denise, would you come out here NOW please??” I had a lot on my mind!

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2008-Mar-31 - Teen eat a double load of cum

Shy barely legal teen girl Cveta was not expecting her boyfriend to bring a friend with him and she is certainly to shy to let him see her tiny titties. But her boyfriend and his buddy manage to talk her into fooling around with both of them and she even gets her very first DP EVER!

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2008-Mar-31 - Teen pounds her pussy with a toy

Tonya was going to try her hand and her first solo shoot but she was a bit over dressed. We had her take off her shirt and pants and what we got left with was a cute little panty set. She as a bit shy at first but eventually we got all her clothes off and it was time for the action to begin. We handed her a huge vibrator with a purple rubber head and she didn't waste any time plunging it into her pussy. Looks like she has done this before!

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2008-Mar-31 - Sharka Blue - City doll

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2008-Mar-30 - Marina Mendoza - Wet And Messy Shower

Marina Mendoza Getting Dirty In The Shower

I really had no idea what I was going to do for today's modeling shoot until after I was coming home from my workout. I was feeling all sweaty and needed to take a shower. That's when I thought you might like it if I brought the camera along so you could watch me get all wet.

I love the way hot water feels on my body. I just got a removable shower head added after many of my girl friends suggest that I get one. I love pointing the streams of hot water right at my clit. That along can make me cum. But the fun wasn't over yet. I poured the soap all over my body. It made things a mess, but I think you'll agree it looked pretty sexy too!

Click here to see all of my dirty photos inside my website Marina Mendoza. I'm pretty much the girl next door until you get into my website and really get to know me. Than you find out just how naughty I can get.

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2008-Mar-30 - Movie Gallery From Teen Dream

Dina's been fucking hard all day. When she got home, it looked like there was more fucking to do. This time though, she's going to take these dicks her way, and that means cowgirl style. With her on top she can actually move her neck enough to give the other schlong a good bj.

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2008-Mar-30 - Finger Fucking In The Spa

When a sexy teen girl wants to get off you let her do it wherever she wants! This cutie named Ulia definitely felt the need to rub her pretty little pussy and she wanted to do it in the spa. And this babe is a screamer who gets very loud as she reaches her climax. I know the people in the next room heard everything but who cares, she is just fucking HOT!

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2008-Mar-30 - Hidden Cam Of Teen Girl Anita Taking A Shower

Anita may look sweet and innocent but this bitch really pissed me off. I had been sweet talking her for a few months hoping to get in and get me some of that pussy and I really thought I had a chance. But instead she started inviting me over to fix a bunch of stuff around her house because I am pretty handy with a tool belt. The last straw was when she asked me to put up a new medicine cabinet in her bathroom, but she didn't really ask me, she hinted around enough times until I volunteered to do it; I HATE THAT SHIT! What I don't hate is putting up cameras in, bitches like this, bathrooms! And this one is a good one, it is well placed and she never knew it was there. Smile for the camera Anita, now we all know what you are hiding under those clothes.

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2008-Mar-30 - Movie Gallery From Best Foot

The feel of the supple soles of her feet stroking his shaft ... caressing his cock ... it was indescribable! He moaned and fought to keep his knees from buckling as she stroked him off slowly and surely. When he finally released his load he nearly collapsed from the sheer pleasure of it all!

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2008-Mar-25 - Good Clean Fun

Looking for Mark, I followed a trail of clothing down the hall, smiling
at his discarded shirt, trousers, socks, and finally shorts. The trail
led me to the bathroom. Just as I came around the corner I heard the
shower starting to run. Smiling, I watched from the doorway as Mark
stepped inside, closing the glass door behind him. For a moment I
watched him through the glass, the tall, lean body that I knew so well.

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He stood there letting the steaming water run over him, his head tilted
back. I recalled his nakedness on other occasions, of intimate encounters,
and the memory brought a new surge of passion in me, a tingling in my loins
and I felt my nipples growing hard.

Casually, I began to discard my own clothing as I watched him. I pulled my
t-shirt over my head and let my long hair cascade down my back, then
slipped out of my cutoffs. My lips curled in a playful smile as I shrugged
out of my bra and stepped out of my panties, now totally nude. I tiptoed to
the shower door and opened it slowly and quietly.

Perhaps Mark was aware of me from the first moment I was there because he
did not act surprised when I stepped inside. He simply said,

“Hello, baby. Glad you could join me.” Then he pulled me into his arms as
the hot water cascaded over both of us while we embraced each other, not
moving.

We stood motionless for a long time, just holding each other. After awhile
Mark reached for the soap and began slowly rubbing it all over my shoulders
and my chest. As his strong, hard fingers glided over my flesh, I shuddered
at the pleasure it gave me. My breath was short and shallow, almost
gasping. Mark turned me around and soaped my back and my buttocks with
long, slow strokes, then my thighs and my legs.

He squatted behind me as he ran the soap slowly up each leg, all the way up
to my trembling pussy. Breathlessly, I parted my legs and leaned forward
against the wall of the shower, hungry for his touch. I was panting and my
legs were shaking so hard that I fleetingly wondered how they continued to
support me. Mark’s hand cupped my hairy mound from behind and below and I
gasped. Mark stroked my outer thigh as he continued to cup my vulva with
his other hand. My hips swiveled, pressing my sex harder into Mark’s palm,
wanting the pleasure his touch would give me. He began moving his palm in a
circular motion and I sighed as my body responded to the rhythm.

I’d almost forgotten we were in the shower until I felt Mark running a bar
of soap up the back of my thighs, then between my legs, still massaging my
cunt with his strong hand. I gasped as I unexpectedly felt the rigid bar of
soap probing between my pussy lips. But it felt so good that I groaned and
opened my legs wider as Mark pushed the hard slippery object upward. It
easily penetrated my vagina, aided by my own wetness from within. My
passion had grown so intense I began thrusting my hips and moaning, and
Mark’s free hand moved upward to pinch my nipples.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, and Mark immediately responded by pinching harder. The
bar of soap fell to the floor of the shower with a thud but my instant of
panic was erased when I felt Mark’s fingers quickly take the place of the
soap as he shoved them deep inside of me, faster and harder than before. It
was more than enough to push me over the edge, and I cried out as I
climaxed, my whole body shuddering. When I thought my body could not stand
any more pleasure, Mark took my nipple into his mouth and sucked i t hard,
teasing it with his teeth — I cried out again as more waves of pleasure
descended over me. Slowly, I collapsed into a quivering heap on the floor
of the shower, hugging Mark close to me as I gulped in great lungfulls of
air.

I put my arms around Mark’s neck and kissed him deeply on the mouth.
Kissing him was so wonderful, tasting his tongue and the hot water, with
the memory of the feel of his hands gliding over my body still fresh in my
mind. We both stood, and I picked up the fallen soap and began lathering
him up, letting the water rinse him off as quickly as I spread the suds,
following up by kissing him everywhere that I had soaped. His neck, his
chest, his shoulders, his arms, his stomach. I knew where he really wanted
me to kiss him but I made him wait. I turned him around and soaped his
back, then kissed him all over from shoulder blades to buttocks, down his
spine, sometimes licking, sometimes kissing. I dug my fingers into his
waist, his chest. I loved the feel of his flesh.

He pushed my hand downward and I did not resist. Adding more soap to my
hand, I let my fingers glide over his magnificent shaft. Not surprisingly,
he was already very hard, but I felt him stiffen and grow at the touch of
my fingers. It was wonderful holding him from behind. I could feel him
strain against my hand, and I stroked and stroked him.

As I stroked him I continued to kiss his back and also caress his back and
his buttocks and his thighs. Mark turned away from the water now, facing
the tiled wall, bracing his hands on it as my hands worked over him. I
pressed my body as tightly as I could against his back, my breasts
flattened against him, my knees touching the backs of his knees, and my
hand continually stroking his cock. He was humping into my hand and my body
also followed the motion of his, it was incredibly erotic, like being insid
e of his body while he made love to me.

I slowed my hand movements and disengaged my body from his, sliding
downward onto the floor of the shower. Resting on my knees, I looked up
into Mark’s face and as he looked down on me I knew he loved me. I felt as
though my heart would burst. I held myself steady by holding on to Mark’s
legs. My face was level with his cock now and I just let it brush all over
my face with my eyes closed, loving the feel of it. Then I felt Mark’s hand
at the back of my head and I opened my lips wide and felt him guide his
cock into my waiting mouth. He turned so that the water was now running
down on us, like hot rain, as his cock drove into my mouth, and I sucked
and savored the tasted of it. I reached my hand up to grasp his shaft and
felt his fingers holding onto himself, and my fingers closed over his.
Slowly, I drew his cock out of my mouth and began licking it with long,
smooth strokes, from tip to base and back again. Mark groaned.

“Yes, baby. That is wonderful.”

I continued licking for several more moments before I took his cock in my
mouth again. This time both of his hands were at the back of my head and I
wasted no more time, I just let him fuck my mouth and he was so intensely
and incredibly into it that I took his lead. All I had to do was just be
there, he did the rest, driving his cock deep into my mouth, I could feel
it at the back of my throat, again and again and again. Harder and deeper,
he drove into me as the water from the shower cascaded over my f ace.

Then his whole body stiffened and I knew he was ready to cum. So I
tightened my mouth and started to suck but he withdrew from my mouth and he
was spraying cum all over my face, spurts of it intermingled with the
shower water, I let it run in rivulets all over my body as Mark finally was
still. Then I raised myself back up onto my knees again so that I could
kiss his cock and lick around the tip of it, and kiss the shaft. I got to
my feet and Mark drew me into his arms, holding me tight.

“Laurie, I love you,” he said, and again I felt as though my heart might
burst as I embraced him as tightly as I could, the hot water still
streaming over us.

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2008-Mar-25 - Movie Gallery From Hungry Asians

I have to tell you that you have never seen a toy session like this. Man these two sluts went at each other like wild and depraved animals and the way they fucked with those toys will take your breath away. No guy could ever fuck as hard as the bitch with the toy

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2008-Mar-25 - Sweet girl fucked while drunk

When Luda spends the night at her best friend's house to get over the breakup with her boyfriend she ends up not being able to sleep. So she goes into the kitchen to drink so vodka when in walks her best friend's dad comes along with a whole new way to get her move on. She drunkenly sucks and fucks this old geezer's cock until he blows his sticky load of cum all over her face.

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2008-Mar-25 - Movie Gallery From Hispanic Hotties

One had his cock crammed up her cunt, the other had his rod rammed up her rear. She was the meat of a stud sandwich and couldn't have been happier. When one was sliding into her, the other was sliding out, so she was held constantly in a state of the absolute, most pleasurable bliss!

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2008-Mar-25 - Teen couple caught fucking in woods

Meet Ira, this 18 year old girl is quite the nature lover and the girlfriend of one of our most active Cabal members. He gets off completely on being watched fucking girls or video taping them to share with his friends and our group. This guy is smart too because he figured out a way to install several cameras in his car that shot the best video with audio imaginable and be completely stealth. This time out he takes Ira to one of their favorite places to chill and he fucks the hell out of her. He bangs her in multiple positions and even blows his nut inside her. That's right, it is a full blow internal cumshot and you don't see those much any more!

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2008-Mar-19 - Kitty Karsen - Football

Are you ready for some football? Believe it or not I’m a big football fan - my dad and brothers are huge football fans so every Sunday we’d all sit down and watch some games. It was about the only time all of us sat together in the same room for more than a few minutes, so I guess you could call it family bonding. LOL. It’s become kind of a family tradition so it’s pretty cool.

Anyways, make sure you check out these pictures of me getting a little naughty in my football jersey. Of course you could head over to my site, take the free tour and if you like it join my website. There you can see all my naughty pictures and videos. I may look all sweet and innocent, you know the girl next door type but trust me I love to get naughty.

I’ve gotta run now. The games already started and I have to get a place on the couch before one of my brother’s steal it. I hate being stuck on the floor or in some other seat.

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2008-Mar-19 - Girl moans while getting fucked

Lida is a sexy teen slut who has a rather kinky side to her. She will let me do anything I want to her, including letting me fuck her sweet juicy teen cunt with a lollipop. Lida is the bedroom whore we all dream about.

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2008-Mar-19 - He loves gay magazines

Arthur is one of those cute twinks that is really just starting to explore his sexuality. He picked up a magazine titled Russian Gays and as he flips through the pages of hot horny guys he starts to get very turned on. It doesn’t take him long for his cock to get hard as steel and that’s when he notices his sister’s lingerie on the back of the loveseat. You have got to see this cute and how he gets himself off!

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2008-Mar-19 - The Perfect Teacher, Part 2

Simon swished to a stop. He looked down the slope
at the multi-colored swarms of people rhythmically swishing and
swaying, some standing, and a few falling, all the way down the
slope to the lodge, miles away. For all the fun and excitement,
and all the beauty of the snow-covered slope, his mind was on
Melody. He watched a matched set of babes, one blonde and a
brunette, slowly angle past, giving him a frank, encouraging
glance. One spoke to the other, they were Swedish. He smiled,
but shook his head reluctantly. They laughed and speeded on down
the hill, waving and calling as they went. If he was any kind of
man, he would barrel down the hill after them and beg them to
fuck him to death.
“Fuck this,” he said quietly to himself. Here he
was in the middle of some of the most beautiful pussy on earth,
and his thoughts were centered around an 18 year old high school
brat who liked to dress up as Britney Spears. How pathetic, he
scoffed at himself. He turned and started down the hill. He
swayed slightly from side to side, but basically he headed
straight down the hill, ready to call it a day. He wanted to go
home. He wanted to fuck Melody and her faithful sidekick,
whoever that might be. The very thought of it had his cock
embarrassingly hard. He passed the two girls. One noticed the
tent at the front of his pants and giggled, speaking to the other
in Swedish. They probably thought the hard-on was for them. He
wished that it was, he wouldn’t be heading home on an absolutely
beautiful Saturday night.

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“The little dick teaser,” he scoffed at himself.
He was acting like such a loser. No, he was acting like a man
possessed. The slopes were full of beautiful adult and highly-
interesting girls. The rich, super models, stewardesses, and
just plain beautiful women, dotted the slopes in the hundreds.
But they were not what he wanted. He knew what he wanted and
where to find it. It was back home.
Simon kicked off his skies, clipped them into the
temporary holder on his trunk, and changed shoes, while further
derating himself. What would she think if he went crawling back
after just 24 hours? If she knew how badly he wanted her, she
would have him over a barrel. So what should he do? He paused,
lost in thought even though his shoes were tied and ready? He
cursed silently as he pulled his feet into the car and slammed
the door. In a moment the multicolored sports car was heading
down the icy, treacherous road at breakneck speeds.

At 1:37 AM a flashlight glinted in the window of
the high school office then disappeared. It briefly flashed on
the opposite wall, then again disappeared. It momentarily
outlined a dark figure leaning over a file cabinet containing
student information, before it went out completely.
If there had been anyone watching, they would have
seen a multicolored Austin Healy sprint out of the teacher’s
parking lot and disappear, heading north.

“Melody, are you ready for church?”

“No, mom, I can’t find clothes to wear. You have
to go without me.”
“Again? You had an excuse last Sunday. No
excuses next week, young lady. Do you hear me?”
“Yes mom,” Melody said as she laid on her bed and
looked out at the barren autumn landscape. It was so drab in the
fall. All the leaves were gone and there was nothing to see in
the distant hills but more naked trees.
She kicked her feet, with her knees bent, thinking
about the very eventful week. Friday had been so much fun. Now
she had just a few more hours before she would have the most
exciting time of her young life. Crystal was ready and willing.
It had taken a lot for Melody to ask her, but she was as
interested in rasing her grade as Melody. Or so she said.
Melody believed that she was just interested in getting into
Melody’s pants. She had seen that look before, but only with
boys. Crystal was a friggin lesbian, there was no doubt about
it. The very thought made her shiver in delicious anticipation.
There was no greater compliment in the world, than having
another, desirable woman trying to get into your pants.
Melody raised her head up off her hands when she
saw her mother leaving. Her mother paused at the car door, out
in the street, and looked at Melody’s window. Melody ducked,
laying her chin on the bed. She chewed her gum and waited for
her mother to leave. When she looked back up, their car was
gone.
Melody watched a flock of ducks winging their way
south. Somewhere in the neighborhood a lawnmower started. What
was there to mow? Her yard was totally dead.

Melody’s head popped up when she saw a familiar
car pull up out front and stop. She tried to remember where she
had seen the car. Suddenly Mr. Adams words came back to her.
“I have one of the first 600 Austin Healy
convertibles to roll off the assembly line…”
Now, there was a green and white striped Austin
Healy parked in front of the house. It was a convertible.
Daylight glinted off the car windows, so she couldn’t see who was
inside. Coincidence?
Melody shot up off the bed and opened her window.
She pushed her head out and waved. The car window opened to
reveal Mr. Adams. He waved in return and beckoned her out. In
five minutes she was sitting in the passenger’s seat, and they
were heading for Crystal’s house.

“Anybody want a drink?” Simon asked, looking at
the two girls. He was nervous, but it was obvious that they were
even more nervous.
“Do you have Cutty Sark and water?” Melody asked
brightly.

“No, but I have coke and water.”
“Oh, just coke is fine,” she said in
disappointment.
“Same here,” Crystal said. She had a peculiar
“pudgy” type of girlish face that was both fascinating and cute.
She would never be considered beautiful, but she was definitely
cute as hell. Simon was intrigued. If he could get a piece of
her, he would consider himself lucky. But he had a feeling that
Crystal was not interested in men. He would see.
“So, Crystal, how did Melody ever talk you into
this?” he asked with a smile as he handed her the can.
“I like Melody,” she said with a shy glance at
Melody, before opening the can and taking a sip.

“And she talked you into having a lesbian affair,
just because you like her?”

“I think it’s the other way around,” she said
shyly. Melody giggled and saluted Crystal with her can of coke.

“My God, you girls are so sexy. It’s all I could
think of while I was gone.” He paused, thinking for a moment.
What was the best way to break through inhibitions, the best way
to get the ball rolling?
“Ok, enough small talk, let’s fuck,” he said with
a laugh. “Everybody upstairs,” he pushed them toward the
hallway. Crystal made a grab for her can, before he pushed her
out of the room. Melody laughed and hugged Crystal close to her.
They ran hip to hip up the stairs ahead of him.
Simon watched the pair of sweet teen asses proceed
him up the stairs. He was getting a peep show every time their
short skirts swished from side to side. His cock was achingly
hard, once he reached the top. He pointed out the bathroom,
before ushering them into the bedroom.
Melody, bless her, wasted no time. She dove onto
the bed, bounced slightly, and began tearing off clothing.
Crystal watched in amusement for a moment, then turned and sat on
the edge of the bed. She pulled off her striped blouse,
revealing a set of large breasts encased in a white lace bra.
“Wow,” Simon said in gratitude. Melody looked
around Crystal’s body and reaching out, pulled one massive breast
from her bra.

“Nice,” she said in appreciation. “And there’s
one for each of us,” she said teasingly, looking at Simon.
“Convenient,” he nodded, sitting on the end of the
bed. He divided his attention between Melody, who was pulling
off her stockings, and Crystal, who reached behind her back and
unsnapped her bra.
“Hey, what’s this?” Melody asked, glaring at
Simon.
“Huh?”
“Are you looking for a free show? Get undressed,
you’re the guest of honor.”
“Oh, right,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt.

He loved the way that Melody peeled off her dark
stockings. Her skirt slid up to mid-thigh in the process. He
never grew tired of watching a girl undress. It was such a
fascinating process. But, he wished that she would have left the
stockings on, it added to the female mystic. Melody started to
take off her skirt, but Crystal stopped her.
“Leave the skirt on, I love doing a girl under her
skirt.”
Simon paused with his mouth hanging open. A
mental picture of Crystal eating Melody under her skirt filled
his mind. His eyes bugged out as he looked from one girl to the
other.
“My God,” he whispered. Melody looked at him and
giggled.
Melody peeled off her blouse, revealing her
awesome breasts. Her breasts were as perfect as they could get.
They were like a large grapefruit cut in half and pasted onto her
chest. They were so firm, that they were almost motionless as
she struggled with her clothing.
Crystal noticed Simon staring at Melody’s breasts,
and she wagged a finger.

“Uh-uh, those are mine,” Crystal said in a firm
tone.
“Then what do I get?” Simon knew he sounded
pathetic, but he didn’t care.
“This,” Crystal said, holding one of her large
breasts in each hand, “and this,” she said, lifting her skirt and
displaying her sweet ass.
“Oh,” Simon said with a shrug. So Crystal wasn’t
a lesbian after all, she was bi. Even better.
With the girls wearing nothing but their skirts,
Crystal skirted close to Melody and looked shyly into her face.
She leaned forward and gave Melody an impulsive kiss on the lips.
She sat back, staring at Melody as she licked her lips. Melody
smiled and pulled Crystal close. They kissed passionately,
moaning and twisting like two fighting cats. Crystal was
definitely the aggressor. Breathing noisily through her nose,
she sought out and toyed with Melody’s tongue. Her eager hands
touched Melody’s firm breasts, her thumb rotated over her hard
nipple. Suddenly Crystal broke the kiss, pushed Melody back on
the bed, and went down on her breast. Moaning in appreciation,
Crystal stroked and kissed each breast in turn, then concentrated
on Melody’s nipples.
Simon watched attentively, but a brief glimpse of
Crystal’s ass beneath her short skirt, was enough to distract
him. He lifted he skirt and enjoyed the view of a perfect
example of teen sexuality and virility. Her ass was slightly
large, gently rounded, with the pudgy lips of a pussy showing
between her legs. Simon was so enthralled, that he almost missed
Crystal’s daring move.

Crystal kissed her way from Melody’s breasts, down
her stomach, smiling as Melody’s stomach muscles twitched, then
she licked Melody’s belly button. She continued there for a
moment, then slid back and opened Melody’s slender legs. She
rubbed her hand across Melody’s open legs until she reached her
skirt. With a sly glance and smile for Melody, she slid her hand
up and under her plaid skirt, revealing the awesomely large pussy
which Simon loved so much. Crystal licked her index finger and
slid it between the rubbery lips of Melody’s pussy. She rotated
it over Melody’s firm clit and watched her squirm and moan. The
simple move seemed anti-climatic to a beginner, but Simon new the
purpose of this little stimulation. Crystal was following the
old, heat and eat principle. As boys had been taught in
schoolyards for centuries, the way to get into a girl’s pants was
to “heat and eat”. This meant to heat up and area first, then
kiss, lick, or eat it.
You first started with a girl’s mouth, kissing her
passionately while your hands roamed over her breasts. Then you
moved your mouth to her breasts, while you hands roamed over her
rips and abdomen. Finally, you kissed and licked these areas
while your hands slid under her skirt. Lastly, you went down on
her and claimed your prize. This was the time-honored recipe for
success. Crystal was following this routine, with her own slight
variations.
When Crystal was sure that Melody was so hot that
she wouldn’t back out, she sank to her knees and kissed Melody’s
leg. She rubbed and kissed her way up beneath Melody’s
skirt.
Crystal sniffed Melody’s sex and groaned in
restrained passion. “My God, you smell so good,” Crystal
whispered. “I love the smell of a good, fresh pussy.”
Melody was moaning and squirming in anticipation.
She didn’t want any more delays, she wanted to feel Crystal’s
warm lips on her pussy. Her eyes never left Crystals face.
Crystal kissed one inner thigh, then went to the other. Finally
pushed Melody’s skirt up and kissed her womanly mound in one
quick, daring move.
Melody and Simon both hissed at first contact.
Melody’s eyes went to Simon and she smiled, despite the strained
expression on her face. With her lips puckered, Crystal kissed
Melody’s sweet, fragrant mound, while her tongue snaked out and
slid between Melody’s nethery lips.

Melody cried out, lifting her mound to meet
Crystal’s mouth. Crystal began eating in earnest, rhythmically
licking and sucking, while Melody hunched her pussy against her
lips and moaned.
Simon’s cock was so hard, he had to get it out of
his pants. It hurt terribly. Clawing at his belt buckle and
zipper, he pushed his pants down and off. He crawled up behind
Crystal and flipped up her skirt. He stared at her awesome ass
for a moment, then glued his mouth to one ample ass cheek. It
was so soft and hot in his mouth. Her rubbed her entire ass, as
he kissed his way from one area to the other. Crystal was
beginning to moan. She liked people who worshiped her ass. She
had a nice one, she’d received many compliments on it. She loved
people who appreciated her best assets.
Simon continued mouthing Crystals ample ass. It
was now glistening with his saliva. He rubbed it into the hot,
soft skin of her ass, then looked at her pussy. It was time to
go down.
Crystal was eating Melody in the kneeling
position, with her ass up in the air swaying from side to side.
She rested on her elbows, as she eagerly licked and pulled on
Melody’s large pussy lips. She loved the rubbery softness and
fresh scent of Melody’s pussy. She had dreamed of it so often.
But she wanted to feel a good stiff dick in her own pussy too.
Her pussy was on fire. Suddenly, she felt Simon’s mouth touch
her pussy. It completely engulfed her pussy and began sucking.
She felt fire shoot through her entire body. Her knees went
weak. She intensified her attack on poor Melody, in tune with
the attack on her own pussy. Mr. Adams was very good at eating
pussy, for a man.
Attacking from below, Simon used his upturned
mouth to suck Crystal’s juices from her pussy. He changed angles
and began licking her stiff little clit. Her ass swayed,
occasionally jerking against his mouth when he stimulated her
clit in just the right way. But she liked it when his tongue
slid smoothly up inside her as well. It was fantastic. She
loved a good tongue fucking. Someday she would find a girl who
would take the time to learn, and teach her how to properly eat
pussy.
Since Simon did not hit the areas she wanted him
to hit, she slid her ass up and down to make sure he did. After
a few minutes, he understood what she was trying to do and
cooperated. Crystal had to admit, it was a very good pussy
eating. She found it hard to concentrate on Melody, when so much
activity was going on in her own pussy. It was time to
change.

“Fuck me,” she said, pulling her mouth off
Melody’s pussy for a moment. She turned and watched Simon
position himself behind her, then press his hard cock into her
pussy. She wasn’t prepared for his great size. It filled her to
the breaking point. Once more she felt her knees weakening.
“Do me,” Melody whispered. Crystal turned and
recaptured Melody’s pussy with her mouth. Knowing how much she
wanted to feel a stiff cock in her own pussy, she lubricated her
first two fingers and slid them up inside of Melody. After
getting them well-lubricated, she slid them in and out with a
gentle rhythm, while lowering her mouth and licking her stiff
little clit.
Melody squealed and heaved up off the bed.
“She’s hot,” Simon whispered, as his cock slid in
and out of Crystal’s pussy. Her swollen, rubbery lips gripped
his cock as it plunged up inside her.
“Use the bowling ball method,” he hissed.
“What?” Crystal lifted her mouth and looked
back.

“The bowling ball method. It’s the most
stimulation a woman can feel. Straddle her right leg, lick her
clit from the side, and stick your middle finger up her ass, and
your thumb inside her pussy. Use your left hand on her breasts.
She’ll love it,” Simon promised.
It was hard to concentrate, with Simon’s large
cock sliding in and out of her mound, but she tried until she
found the proper technique, and made it work smoothly. In no
time at all, Melody was withering beneath a lesbian love machine.
Crystal immediately knew that Simon had been right. Melody was
going crazy.
Suddenly, Melody was coming. She squealed, with
almost no warning at all, and heaved up off the bed. She used
her right hand to hold Crystal’s mouth against her pussy, and
hunched her pussy against Crystal’s hand. The heat started,
intensified to an intolerable level in just moments, then she
screamed in the throes of a full-blown orgasm. She hunched her
sexy pussy against Crystal’s mouth, while the tremors in her
pussy tore her body apart. Moaning, with her eyes screwed
tightly shut, she mashed her own tits in her hands and screamed
again as her orgasm intensified into a second and larger
orgasms.
Crystal watched in wonder as Melody screamed and
jerked beneath her. It was several minutes before Melody lay
gasping for breath and pulled Crystal’s mouth up into a
passionate kiss. Crystal reluctantly released Melody, then
pulled her hand from her ass. Melody screamed at the added
stimulation on her sensitive loins. She lay panting, watching
Simon madly pummeling Crystal’s upturned ass.
Crystal and Simon came together. First Crystal
started moaning, with twisted lips and a thoughtful face, then
she plastered her face against the bed and screamed. Her pussy
hunched against Simon’s pelvis, jerking with each spasm.
Clenching wildly, her ass gyrated as his cock plunged inside
repeatedly. Simon froze, pumping his thick cum into her upturned
pussy, holding her ample hips in his hands and groaning, while
his cock exploded inside her. Crystal felt so hot around his
twitching cock. He could feel the muscles of her pussy clenching
against his now wilting meat. Slowly, he relaxed, rubbing her
ass and breathing hard. He pulled out of Crystal and lay on the
bed. Melody scrambled across the bed and claimed his huge cock
with her soft, sweet lips. She was careful, but even then her
mouth made him gasp. His cock was highly sensitive. She held in
it in her mouth, savoring Crystal’s flavor. When his cock wilted
enough, she sucked the last few drops of sweet cum from his cock,
then released it. She looked at Crystal’s pussy thoughtfully.
She had tasted Crystal on Simon’s cock, and the taste was very
erotic. If she were properly stimulated, she might be able to
eat pussy. It would be a new adventure for her.
“You two have to be the hottest girls I’ve ever
met,” Simon said softly.

“Does that mean we get good grades?” Melody
teased.
“Oh yeah,” he smiled. “I think you can safely say
that you have fucked your way into an A.”
“Me too?” Crystal asked hopefully.
“Well, I don’t know. I did Melody twice for that
grade. What more do you have to offer?”
“What did she give you?”
“A blowjob.”

“Good, I love blowjobs,” she said, rolling over
next to his deflated cock. She grabbed his cock and pulled it
into her mouth. Simon strained upward to meet her hot mouth. It
was wonderful.
“Suck my tits,” Melody begged. She crawled across
his prone body with her chest above his mouth. He reached up and
pulled her down. Her breasts were fiery hot, after such intense
stimulation. He sucked the nipple into his lips and strummed it
with the tip of his tongue. His hands roamed freely over her
breasts, marveling at the heat and softness of her perfect
globes.
Simon’s cock was now as hard as rock. Crystal’s
warm mouth had brought it back to such hardness in just minutes.
She was good.
“I like this,” Melody said, looking down at him,
“but I think I want to taste Crystal’s pussy.”
“Use a daisy chain,” Simon encouraged.
“What?”

“A three-way 69,” he whispered.
“How?”
“Crystal, lay down on your left side. Move your
pussy closer,” he said, urging her into just the right position.
He measured the distance with his eyes, then nodded. “Now lift
your right leg and let your foot rest on your left knees. This
forms and O.
Ok, Melody, now lay with your face between her
legs, inside the O, and do the same with your legs. Great. Now
I can eat your pussy, while you eat Crystal.”
“How do you know all this stuff?” Melody asked in
amazement.
“Books and kinky girlfriends. I learned a lot
from an English stewardess.”

“An English teacher,” Melody said with a
giggle.
“Shut the fuck up and eat me,” Crystal hissed.
Simon reached up and toyed with Melody’s pussy,
while watching her prepare to eat Crystal. She moved close,
sniffed and looked Crystal’s pussy over carefully, then in sudden
resignation she leaned forward and clamped her mouth over
Crystal’s pussy. In no time at all she was moaning and licking.
Her technique was not exactly advanced, but she was very
energetic. Crystal seemed to be enjoying it. She was moaning
around Simon’s large cock.
Crystal bobbed up and down on Simon’s cock. She
could not fit the entire length into her mouth, from her present
angle, but she could tell that he liked it. Each time her mouth
dropped on his cock, his pelvis lurched up to meet her. But most
off all, Crystal enjoyed the feeling of Melody’s mouth on her
pussy. She had never believed that Melody would go through with
it. And now that she had, they could enjoy each other
constantly. Melody’s mouth was so hot on her swollen pussy lips.
Her tongue darted everywhere. As she had with Simon, Crystal
moved her pussy into the proper position so Melody’s tongue
struck the area she wanted. It took some time, but soon Melody
divided her time evenly between stimulating Crystal’s clit, and
licking the swollen lips or tongue fucking her. As Melody fell
into the routine, Crystal could concentrate on giving Simon more
pleasure.
Simon lapped eagerly in Melody’s fragrant mound.
With her large pussy open, it was easy to find her clit,
stimulate the area at the very top of her pussy, or tongue fuck
her for a while. Simon had learned Crystal’s lesson well. By
following the pattern which Crystal had taught him, he had Melody
squirming and gasping beneath him. He added his own stimulation
by occasionally sealing his mouth over the crease between her
legs and body and sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth, then
pulling her leg forward and licking her ass for a while. Thanks
to Crystal, he felt the need to explore.
“Oh, uhm, uhm, uhm,” Melody said, while munching
on Crystal’s pussy. She sucked the fragrant skin into her mouth,
while her tongue snaked in and out of Crystal. It seemed early,
but Simon knew that Melody was coming. When he was sure that she
was close, he sucked her clit into his lips and strummed it with
his tongue. She gave out ever-increasing moans of pleasure until
she stopped and gave a high-pitched scream. She bucked her pussy
against his mouth, as her orgasm tore her loins apart.
Momentarily forgetting Crystal, she rested her face against
Crystal’s lower legs and groaned repeatedly, hunching her hot
pussy against his mouth.

Simon gladly endured the wet attack on his face.
He gladly took a beating from the hottest pussy in the school.
Melody clamped her legs closed, capturing Simon’s face and
holding it there, as her pussy hunched against it. She felt
Simon’s tongue continue it’s flickering probe of her womanhood,
as it spasmed and jerked against his captive face. Slowly she
felt her loins twitching ineffectively, as her orgasm waned. She
felt Simon pushing against her upper leg, and suddenly realized
that she was suffocating him. Men had said that they would
gladly die that way, not Simon almost had.
She let her legs spring open and looked down at
Simon’s juice coated face. He had to breath through his mouth,
because his nose as full of juice. Even his eyebrows were wet,
giving him a slicked-down, drenched look that made her
giggle.
“Do me,” Crystal hissed, reminding Melody that she
was still hanging. Melody oopsed and reclaimed Crystal’s mound,
but Simon pushed her away.
“Ride me,” he commanded, looking at Crystal. She
put up no fight. In a moment she was sitting astride his body,
and sliding down his massive pole. She gasped as his hot meat
filled her void. Melody looked on in disappointment.
“Sit on my chest and suck he tits,” Simon
commanded. Melody hurried to comply. By leaning forward, with
her ass in Simon’s face, she could easily reach Crystal’s tits,
but Crystal was bouncing up and down.
“Slide, Crystal, don’t bounce.”

“Won’t I break it off,” she asked with a giggle,
slowly sliding forward and back. Her eyes bugged out as the
massive piece of meat stirred her insides like a boom handle. In
a moment she was sliding easily, while her upper half was still
enough to allow Melody to feast on her breasts. Crystal found
that by leaning forward a little, her clit was rubbing against
Simon’s abdomen. She was getting very hot.
Simon clamped both hands onto Melody’s ass and
licked it liberally. He was barely restraining his impending
orgasm, and concentrating on her ass helped to prolong it.
Besides, she had the hottest, sweetest ass he had ever
licked.
But the fuck was just too good to prolong for
long. In moments Crystal was panting and riding faster. Simon
clenched his ass muscles, trying to hold back, but it was
useless. He suddenly surged up off the bed, nearly throwing
Melody to the floor, while his cock spurted fresh cum into the
churning caldron of Crystal’s pussy. Her own juices mingled with
his cum, heating up her loins immeasurably.
Crystal added her own screams to those of Simon.
She humped desperately, trying to increase her stimulation before
it was too late, then she froze, pumping her pussy against his
rigid cock. Her body undulated, and she forced her pussy down
against his pelvis. Her pussy spasmed and jerked around his stiff
cock. Her muscles clamped and milked his hard meat for minutes,
until she began to relax. He lay panting for breath, feeling his
cock wilting inside of her.
She pulled off with a groan, and fell lifeless at
his feet. Simon sat up on one elbow and looked from one tired
girl to the other. “Wow,” he said in a whisper, admiring both
naked beauties.
“Was that an A?” Crystal asked, looking at the
ceiling.

“Oh, that was definitely an A,” he said,
laughing.
“I vote that we go for extra credits,” Melody
said, laughing.
Simon groaned and covered his face. That was his
first mistake, he should have been protecting his groin. He
looked down as two pairs of hands tried to claim it at once.
“Here we go again,” he said in a fatalistic
tone.

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2008-Mar-19 - The Maid Part 1

I drove up to the gate of a huge estate where I had been sent for a job; it looked a little overwhelming until I remembered I would only be one member of a whole houseful of servants. Up until this point, I had only been sent on jobs at smaller houses where I was in charge of making the entire household run smoothly.

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I pushed the button on the intercom and a man’s voice said, “State your name and business.”

“Elena Marceau. I’m the new maid for the west wing.”

I heard a buzzing noise and the gate began to roll open. I pulled in and drove around to the back as instructed by my employer. I had been warned that this was a tough position and that I would be asked to do many things above and beyond the call of duty But I also was informed that if I worked 5 years and served them well, I would be given a bonus large enough to make it possible for me to retire early. I could then travel and do all the things I’d ever wanted to while I was still young enough to enjoy it.

It was my understanding that this substantial bonus was offered due to the fact that it was hard to get and keep good help; and it was also due to the fact that many personal and odd requests would be made of me over the 5 years. That last part had me worried a bit, but I was determined that nothing would make me lose this job. I had no family to speak of and no money. The one thing I had was this opportunity, and I intended to make it work for me.

I parked my car and walked in with 2 suitcases and a toiletry bag. The servants’ entrance led into a kitchen area where I saw 2 cooks bustling about with the pots & pans and 2 helpers peeling vegetables and chopping & dicing.

“Where do I report for work,” I asked, to whoever was willing to answer.

No one would look at me except for the young maid peeling the vegetables. She looked around and then said quietly to me, “Go through that door and down the hall until you see a door marked ‘Mr. Coleman/Head Butler’. Knock and wait until you hear an answer. When you go in, you will see Mr. Coleman, the Head Butler. He will scare you, but you look like you can handle it. Go ahead.”

I thanked her and walked through the door and down the hall. I swallowed hard and knocked. I waited and waited, and just when I thought no one was in there, I heard the voice of evil, deep and commanding, “Enter.”

I wanted to turn and run, all of the things I had heard from my employer and from the maid in the kitchen had my imagination racing, but I hadn’t come this far to run away at this stage. I stood up straight, turned the handle and walked in through the door.

A man of about 45 or 50 sat behind a huge oak desk, pouring over papers, signing things, etc. I watched for a minute or so before approaching the desk.

“Elena Marceau. I’m the new maid for the west wing,” I said bravely, and stuck my hand out for him to shake.

“Well, maybe you are and maybe you aren’t, my dear.” He looked up at me and I felt the blood drain from my face. His dark, beady eyes bore into me as he smiled coldly. I feared him unreasonably, and I could tell the liked and expected that very reaction.

“Well, Marie from the agency told me…”

“Yes, I’m sure she told you that you got the job. On certain conditions.”

“Yes, I understand a lot will be expected from me above that of a normal servant, but…”

“But nothing. Your first day will be a series of tests and they will begin right here in my office. I have been with the Bemertons for 18 years. When my original 5 years were up, I planned to leave, just as I’m sure you are planning to do. But my services were so valued that they told me they would double my salary and my bonus if I stayed another 10 years. After that 10 years was up, they offered to double it again. I will leave here in 7 years a very wealthy man - that is if I continue my unparalleled service to the Bemertons.

“It is my responsibility to see to it that this house runs smoothly, and that includes the weeding out of unsuitable staff. If I do not do that particular job particularly well, that is when I am in the most danger of losing my position here. Mrs. Bemerton insists upon her home running like a well-oiled machine.

“Weeding out undesirables and keeping the staff in line is not as easy as just being strict and scary. I have to keep in mind that not everyone who is right for this job will take it, even with the large amount of money offered. So I have to go about this the right way.”

I nodded, taking this all in, my mind racing at the prospect of not only being a servant to the Bemertons, but having to answer to this man as well. I hadn’t imagined this job would be a piece of cake, but this was starting to sound like a more than I could handle. “Don’t give up just yet,” I thought to myself.

He continued, “Here is a notebook with the rules and the uniform. I will be up to your room at 9pm sharp to see if you pass muster. I want you bathed, in your uniform, and ready to follow every rule in that book to the letter. Do you understand?”

I nodded as he pressed an intercom button. “Janet, come show Ms. Marceau to her room.”

A tall brunette came through a door in the back of the office that I hadn’t even seen before, dressed in a tight black uniform, but was not wearing the frilly apron and cap I had seen the others in the kitchen wearing.

“Come with me,” she said, and led me out through the door where I had come in. We walked further down the long hall and to a door which led to some steps. We walked down the steps and through another door.

“This is the tunnel that leads from the house to the servants’ quarters. Mrs. Bemerton does not like to see any more people milling about on her property than absolutely necessary, so the only one’s allowed outside are gardeners and maintenance people unless it’s your day off. Then you are allowed to go into the servant’s garden. Your car will be stored for you until you quit or are fired.”

I just nodded. I had heard that these were requirements and was ok with them, as I said, I had no family to speak of. My interests were in travel, so I didn’t care if I went anywhere or not until my 5 years were up.

We arrived at the stairs that led up to the servants quarters and I put my hand on Janet’s arm.

“Stop for a minute. Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” she said, “but make it quick. No one should see us lingering here.”

“Ok. What is the most important thing I will be tested on tonight that I should be ready for?”

Janet looked at me for a long time before answering, “sex.”

I had considered that that might be what was behind all of the money, but my jaw dropped anyway. I thought Mr. Bemerton might want something like that every now and then, and I was actually ok with that. But when she said I would be TESTED on the sex, I was definitely take by surprise. And the thought of that scary Head Butler, Mr. Coleman, putting me through my paces, I almost hyperventilated!

“Look,” Janet said, “it’s really not that bad. If you can just get through tonight then trust me, you will be able to handle it here. I made it through and look at me, I’ve only got 3 months to go and I am free! And rich! You can do it, trust me.”

“But let me tell you a secret,” she continued. “It will not be just Mr. Coleman you have to worry about; it will be Ms. Cramden as well. She is the next highest in power after Mr. Coleman and she is personal valet to Mrs. Bemerton. No one is more trusted than she is except for Mr. Coleman. And since you will be working as a maid in the west wing, Mrs. Bemertons’s wing, you will be expected to serve her sexually as well. So Mrs. Cramden must test you too.”

I stood in stunned silence. I had never been with a woman at all, not even experimentally, and now I was supposed to service a woman sexually! And be tested on it no less!

“Let me give you a tip,” Janet said, “and then we have to go. Take a short nap when you get to your room. Maybe an hour or so, and I will wake you up at noon and bring your lunch. After that, pour over the notebook and learn everything you can. Pay special attention to how to dress, when to report to which station throughout the day, and the likes and dislikes of the Bemertons. Then, at about 8pm, take a leisurely hot bath. It will relax you. Then get dressed in your uniform & put your hair up. About 5 minutes before 9, begin to masturbate…”

“What?!?” I thought she had to be crazy!

“No really, it is for the best. Don’t climax, just get yourself nice and loose and horny. It will make your eyes shine and in your heightened state, you will be more open to the sexual demands made of you and will be better able to perform them!”

What she said made sense.

“Ok, let’s go.”

I arrived in my room, dropped my things, and sat on the edge of my bed. I stared into space as all these things went through my head. The thought of leaving crossed my mind several times. Then I thought of London, Greece, Egypt; all the places I’ve always wanted to go and the things I’d wanted to do. I don’t know how long I sat like that, but I was soon exhausted mentally and I laid down.

I must have fallen immediately to sleep and slept hard, because the next thing I remember was Janet waking me up. She knocked and entered, bringing a tray which contained a wonderful lunch. Fresh canteloupe, a small salad, grilled chicken, rice pilaf and orange sherbet.

“How do you feel,” she asked.

“I must admit, I feel a lot better! My head is clear and I am ready to take on this notebook.”

She smiled back and me and I felt like we had begun a friendship.

“AND,” I added, “I’m starving. Thank you for this!”

“No problem. I’ll be back around 6 and see how you are doing and bring you your dinner.”

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