The family maid

CHAPTER TWO

Dolly McGuire sat on the couch in her tiny downtown apartment, anxiously watching her boyfriend and almost fiance as he paced angrily around the room.

She had just told him that her new job would be as a live in maid, which meant that she would not be able to entertain him except on her day off. He didn't like that arrangement one bit. Dolly had been working as a part time maid-really a glorified charlady-for the past year, doing the homes of the Newport semi rich on a daily basis. But she had jumped at the chance to move up in her profession; to work for the truly wealthy, who could afford a full time maid-not to mention the butler and the chauffeur.

And Mister Wintergreen had been such a handsome man, so elegant and charming-although she hadn't mentioned that to her boyfriend, who was a lout.

Dolly had short, curly blonde hair and a cute scattering of freckles across her upturned nose. She had dimples. Her tits were large and round and upright, and her legs were lush and smooth. Her wide hips flared from, her narrow waist very sensually. She was a sexy young girl.

She was also, as Wintergreen had guessed, a virgin.

Her virginity was usually the reason that her boyfriend, whose name was Duke, got angry. He had been trying to fuck her for almost a year now and, although he was progressing slowly toward that goal, she had not let him go all the way. He was, therefore, in a constant bad temper-angry and frustrated and surly.

Now, that attitude was compounded by the fact that in the future his seduction attempts would be limited to one or two days a week. He figured that if it had taken him almost a year of nightly attempts to reach the heavy petting stage, now that he had to progress by weekly increments he would be seventy four years old before he managed to get his dick in her cunt and, by then, he might well be senile and impotent.

It was no wonder the young man was annoyed.

"It's a good job," she said, placatingly.

"The hell with that. It might be good for you, but what about me? I'll be lonely. What if you meet some rich guy up there on Bellevue? Huh?"

"Rich young men don't want servants," she said.

She didn't say that merely to appease Duke; she actually thought it was true. Although she knew she was pretty and sexy-her looking glass told her that-she was not a very confident girl, and it never dawned on her that she could ever have a boyfriend who was not, like Duke, a lout.

She was, after all, only a maid.

Duke paced to the window and looked out. It was snowing. Big, soft flakes drifted down. He could see the high masts of sailing yachts in the harbor. Slit, he thought.

"What if I get so lonely I find another girl?" he said, sticking his abundant jaw out at her. "Hah? What then?"

Dolly sighed.

"I'll be sad," she said.

"Some other girl who lets me fuck her, maybe! That would serve you right!"

"I suppose so."

"How come you're such a cock teaser, Dolly?"

She sighed again, but this change in his conversation did not displease her. He always called her a cock teaser and wheedled for pussy, so now he was back to his normal self. That was better, than having him go on about her new job.

"I told you, Duke… not until I'm married." "Well, I ain't gonna marry no bitch unless I can fuck her, and that's that."

"But you can fuck me, darling-after we're married."

He took a deep, exasperated breath.

"But we got to try it first!" he shouted. It seemed a logical enough argument to him; he wondered why she was so dumb that she couldn't understand things.

"I mean… what if it don't fit?"

He was thrusting his jaw out at her. It was a huge jaw; it looked like the prow of a tugboat cutting through the waves. He wasn't a bad looking young man, though, in a loutish fashion; he had oily black hair, but it was curly, and he was big and strong. He worked on the docks.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"What if my cock is too big for your cunt? Hah? What if we got married and then we find out, too late, that my dick don't fit you? Then we got to get a divorce. It don't make no sense, Dolly. It's stupid. We got to try it on for size.

"Oh, that's silly. Of course it will fit."

"How would you know for sure?"

"Well… she blushed, because she really was a modest and demure young maid. "I've seen it," she said.

"Don't mean anything."

"And I've touched it…I know it will fit. Cents are made to stretch, you know; they're pliable."

"Yeah, but maybe yours is different. How do you know? It's sure as hell a tight one; I can hardly get three fingers up it and my dick's bigger'n that."

"It's not so big," she said, trying to be reasonable. Then, she realized be might take that the wrong way.

Which, of course, he did.

"Not big!" he howled. "It's huge! It's a great big dick and make no mistake about it." He glared at her, his face darkening with anger at what he took as an insult. Then, he squinted suspiciously.

"Say! How do you know it's big or not? How many other dicks have you been playing with?"

"None, dear. I just meant… I think it will fit my cunt very well… just right…"

Duke's cock, the subject of this discussion seemed to want to take part; it was rowing in a great lump in the front of his trousers, writhing and expanding.

Duke's passion was inflamed by her words-at least she had been thinking about suck things as how well his cock would stuff her. That was something; there was hope yet.

"Yeah! I'll bet. Let's try it and see, huh?"

"Oh, Duke," she said, exasperated at his constant efforts at getting her cherry.

But she liked him and she didn't want him to be really angry, especially since this was the last time she would see him for a whole week. He might actually find another girl, she thought; she didn't want that to happen.

She knew how to placate Duke.

She shifted so that the hem of her skirt rode up a bit, showing a length of ivory thigh.

"Come sit beside me, Duke," she said.

He looked as if he might decline the offer, but his cock had a say in the matter and it seemed to be dragging the rest of him across the room-as if his dick were a lump of iron and her pussy were a powerful magnet. He gravitated, crotch first, toward the sexy young maiden. He was slightly bow legged, but that, at the moment, was a good thing, for his balls were so bloated that they needed plenty of space to expand between his thighs.

He sat beside her, snarling.

"You can kiss me, Duke," she said.

"Can I fuck you?" "No."

"Then I don't wanna kiss you."

But then he saw that he was cutting off his nose to spite his face-or, more to the point, a handjob to spite her maidenhead. He relented.

He slid his arm along the back of the couch first, only gradually curling it down over her shoulder. Although they had been petting heavily for some time now, Duke continued to work through the evolutionary stages on each occasion, like an embryo forming in the womb. This may have been due to a certain regard for her modesty and chastity, or it may have been due to lack of imagination in that it was the only approach he knew. Whatever, each time they settled down to a bout of necking, he began as shyly as he had on their first date long before.

This suited Dolly, who always felt slightly guilty about heavy petting and was reassured that Duke felt the need to proceed with seductive slowness..

With his left hand on her left shoulder, Duke turned her face to his and they kissed. She kept her lips closed, at first, and they ground theft lips together. His big, lantern jaw worked as if he were gnawing, grinding from side to side. After a long enough period so as not to appear too eager, Dolly parted her lips. Duke's tongue shot straight into her mouth like an uncoiling spring. She ignored it for another definite, calculated period of time, satisfying propriety; then she let her own tongue twine with it. Their tongues twisted together like mating reptiles.

Dolly sighed. Despite her virginity, she was a highly sexed girl, and as they French kissed she could feel her crotch dampen.

She squirmed.

His tongue flashed around in her mouth and she sucked on it and lashed her own tongue against it, while his cock grew huge and her cunt grew creamy.

With their lips still parted together, Duke moved on to the next. stage of their standardized lovemaking.

His hand moved down from her shoulder and, as if by accident, came to rest on her left tit. He just let his hand dangle there for a few moments; then he cupped it around that pert mound, squeezing gently.

Her nipple exploded against his palm.

"Ummm," she said, enjoying it immensely. It was a good thing that someone had invented heavy petting, she thought. If it hadn't been for that maidenhead saving technique, she would have lost her cherry long before. Because the minute a boy touched her tit, bet cunt started to seethe.

It was seething now, and she wriggled against Duke as he felt her up, massaging her nicely rounded mound. He took the whole fat sphere in his hand and then slowly closed his hand, so that his fingers slid up and he pulled at her erect nipple.

"I like that," she whispered.

Duke groaned. Dolly didn't normally say anything when they were necking-as if she wanted to ignore what they were doing, enjoying it but unwilling to admit it to him, or even herself. Now, her words inspired him.

Maybe he could get her pussy today!

Still lashing her mouth with his tongue, he brought his right hand across his broad chest and began to work on her other boob and nipple, managing and kneading and pulling.

Dolly put her arm around his shoulders.

The first stage was complete; the formal pattern followed. Now Duke began to unbutton her blouse, working down from the top, one button at a time and pausing between, as if awaiting her protests. On their first date, the protest had come after the first button; now she didn't protest at all, but still he went through the methodical simulation of shyness. When her blouse was open, he reached in and started feeling her bare tits. She wore no bra. Duke liked that, although he didn't like to think that other men could see the outline of her nipples when he wasn't with her. He pulled on those naked nipples, and they expanded and tingled.

Dolly had started to pant, her hot breath wafting into his mouth; little whimpers escaped her. He cupped her heavy tits and pushed them together, deepening the cleavage. His mouth slid from hers. She shuddered. He lowered his face and began to suck on her tits, taking as much of the big globes as he could into his mouth, his lips unpeeling and then drawing up with his mouth just as he had with his hands, until he was lip pulling her nipples.

This was a long evolutionary stage; he sucked her nipples for some time while she clung to him, gasping. His tongue traced around her mounds, dipped up the ravine between them, circled to the top and flashed across the hot tips.

Dolly was so bob she was glowing.

Duke put his hand on her knee. After a moment, he began to move up her lush thigh, stroking and petting and squeezing. His hand went under her skirt, Her thighs parted.

Duke gasped at this. Usually he had to pry her legs apart to get at her cunt. It took no great effort-they parted easily enough at his slightest pressure-but still, she had opened them of her own accord, this time.

Things looked promising. They felt promising, too.

His hand glided up to her crotch and he cupped her cunt mound. Her panties, were swampy with cunt juice. Her hips shifted, working her crotch against his hand, and he rubbed and stroked and petted her steamy pussy while he continued to suck on her tits.

He slipped his fingers into the leg hole of her panties. Her sodden crack was gaping open and his fingers slid into the juicy slot. He rubbed her clit and felt it explode; he pushed two fingers up her hole and she wriggled on them. He began push pulling in and out with a slow fucking motion, and the girl heaved and arched her back, offering him her tits and her cunt.

Duke grunted with animal pleasure. He began to pull her panties down. Sometimes she objected to this letting blat finger fuck her inside then but wanting them to remain on, as if they were a barrier against losing her virginity, or perhaps, a symbol of that virginity. But now she offered no resistance. She helped him, in fact, hiking her taut ass and hips up sate could drag the panties down. He pulled them from her feet. The crotchband was sodden, he noticed, with satisfactions. Maybe today, just maybe…

Dolly had in fact, decided to let him go further than ever before, because she felt sorry for him- sorry for his long enduring frustration and sorry because she would not be seeing him very often in the future. But she still had no intention of losing her cherry. When he removed her panties, the girl opened her legs wide. He pulled her skirt up to the waist and his lips pulled from her nipples as he gazed down at her crotch.

Dolly tilted her pelvis so that he could look directly between her legs. She could almost feel the heat of his gaze, like laser beams, as he regarded her creamy slot and throbbing clit.

Her hand was behind his neck. She pushed gently, hinting rather than urging.

She was willing to let him eat her cunt today; mare than willing-she thought it would be a wonderful idea.

But Duke didn't understand. Duke was not imaginative and he had never sucked a pussy. He would have gladly done so, had she made her desires clear, but she was too timid to do more than give his head that gentle push.

He began finger fuck ing her again, steadily shoveling two fingers up her cunt with a flick of the wrist and, as her cunt loosened, working a third finger in. He never tried to get all four fingers up her. He'd once heard a joke about that…

Now as he fingered her twat with one hand, he fumbled with his belt and zipper with the other.

Dolly had never taken his pecker out herself, and he'd given up urging her to do so. He folded back I the flaps of his fly and, reaching in, hauled his big prick out. His cock was of an average length but remarkably thick-a true bludgeon. It was the only cock Dolly had ever really seen. She'd necked with other men and felt a few dicks, but Duke's was the only one she had a chance to look at consistently or was obliged to milk. She had grown fond of the fat tool and found that jacking him off was no hardship.

Duke started to reach for her hand, supposing that, as usual, he would have to pull her hand down to his dick before she agreed to fondle him.

But the girl surprised and delighted him this time. She reached down of her own accord and folded her hand around his thick root. His pecker, jumped like a bucking bronco. She began to stroke it up and down.

They sat flank to flank, kissing again; he was finger fucking her and she wad pulling his cock. They moved slowly, neither in any haste to terminate the scene by orgasm.

Her hand had become much more nimble and talented than when she had first started jerking Duke off. She massaged his rod, and on the upstroke her thumb swept across the surface of his meaty cockhead. That head flared like a hooded cobra, the cleft gaping open as if ready to spit venom..

Duke writhed in passion. His mind was as hot is his cock. She hadn't demanded his handkerchief! That was a good sign. The first few times she'd pulled him off, she had insisted that he get his hanky out first and shoot directly into it, so that none of his spunk got on her. Later, she was willing to wait and mop her hand and forearm-and his belly-after his juicy climax. But now she said nothing about a handkerchief at all, and it elevated his hopes that at last he might be putting his cum in a place where no post ejaculatory clean up was necessary-namely, her steamy, swampy, juicy pussy!

Her fist skimmed down to his hilt, the heel of her hand pressed to his spunk laden balls, then skimmed up and pulled at the slab of his crown. Her grip tightened. She skinned him back so that his peckerhead flared tautly out.

Duke pushed her down onto the couch.

She didn't struggle!

He hovered over her, his cock looming above her belly and his hand frantically shoving three fingers in and out of her gash while she continued to stroke his prick.

"Let me put it in," he rasped.

"No," she said.

"Just for a second?"

She shook her head.

"Well… let me rub the head against your cunt, then. Please? I won't put it in… just the tip."

"I don't trust you, Duke."

He grated his teeth with frustration.

She was looking up at him, looking almost frightened-not frightened of Duke, but of her own desires.

She said, "You can rub it on my belly."

Well, that was something.

She drew her hand away. Duke wrapped his own broad hand around his shaft and began rubbing the smoking knob against her belly and belly button. He rolled it from side to side, then humped, pushing the lower surface along her silken flesh. I He moved higher; he pulled her dress higher. She didn't stop him. He touched the tip of his cock to her stiff nipple, watching her face. Her face contorted with lust. Duke whined and moved his cock around on her tit, then in between, stroking up her snug cleavage.

He moved back down, hard dick running over the curve of her belly like a travois.

His cockhead rustled in her pubic thicket.

"Oh, Duke…" she sighed.

Duke was vibrating with the sensation. He lowered his haunches and his cock slid along her vulva like a lever over a fulcrum. The underside of his stalk was in her cunt! He could feel the wet lips of her cunt clutching at his shaft. He began to hump. His cock wasn't in her, but it was running up at right angles so that it passed through her slot and across her clit like a log floating back and forth in quicksand.

Dolly was staring down in fascination. She saw the bloated wedge of his cockhead come rising from her crotch, dipping down, rising again. It was coated with a film of cunt juice from its repeated passage through her gaping hole. Dolly saw his dick framed in the converging contours of her round tits and rising from her plump bushy cunt mound.

A heavy drop of preliminary spunk oozed from his cleft and ran sluggishly down the sloping side of the purple slab.

Dolly gasped with pure lust.

Duke could have fucked her then. The girl was so hot that she could have offered no resistance at all.

But Duke had gotten carried away. It felt so wonderful to run his big dick up and down her crack that he started to do it faster and faster, plowing up with his bloated balls squeezing into her crotch, then ducking down so that his smoking cockhead dipped into the shallows of her pussy.

Her cunt was flaming.

"Duke…" she gasped. She didn't know what she intended to say-maybe she was going to tell him that he could put it up her hole; maybe she was going to beg him to-but she said only, "Duke," repeating it. And he grunted, lost in what he was doing. He pushed his cock up and the knob slipped through her slot like a big spoon, stirring her carnal cauldron, ran across her burning love bud and slid up into her pubic wedge.

He growled with the surging sensation. And then, as his peckerhead ran onto her belly, he shot.

His quicksilver cum jetted from his knob and skimmed over her belly and sped all the way up to splash on the heaving mounds of her tits. A trickle ran into her cleavage. She had gone wild, thrashing and writhing with passion. Duke pulled his dick back into her crotch and pushed up again, and a second great geyser burst from his knob, angled upwards this time. The creamy wad flipped through the air, turning ponderously over, and fell back on her belly and tits in a thick cascade.. Creamy drops bounced from her belly and thick rivulets ran down her sides.

She tucked her loins in, shifting, as if she were trying to get her cunt sheathed over his dick before he finished shooting but, in his frenzy, Duke noted none of this. His peckerhead plowed through her slot and hosed her belly a third time.

Dolly was awash with cum.

She was panting and heaving and thrashing; her legs were wide open and her ass was humping up and down and her cunt was steaming. But Duke was finished. His balls had been emptied in those transverse spurts and, although the girl was coated with thick scum, not a drop had gotten into her cunt.

And Duke, grinning sheepishly, sat up.

He figured she would be annoyed that he had come all over her like that, for he knew her as a fastidious girl.

He averted his gaze, afraid to see the way she was glaring at him-which was why he didn't see the pleading look on her face as she dashed her randy crotch up and down.

Duke was fuck ing his spent cock back in his fly, concentrating on the act to avoid looking at her. Which was why he didn't see her sigh with frustration, or see her hand creep down across her cum coated belly and dip into her crotch. Her fingers strummed the taut bud of her clit once, twice, three times-it was enough. Her body was wracked by the spasms of orgasm as she rubbed herself off.

By the time Duke worked up the nerve to look at her, Dolly was no longer squirming with need.

He said, "Err… sorry I got you dirty."

"That's okay," she said, surprising him. Her whole nubile torso, from tit to crotch, glistened with a film of cum.

"Boy! It's a good thing I came as soon as I did. I almost slapped it to you, there."

"Yes," she said-in a small voice. "A good thing."

Duke felt great. This was the furthest she had ever let him go. His cock had not been in her cunt but it had been rubbing around the outside, and that was good progress. In another few weeks, he might get in her!

Dolly didn't feel so great. She wasn't sure if she was glad that she was still a virgin or not. She knew that she had certainly wanted him to fuck her, as she seethed with passion; now that she had cooled, she found it hard to believe how great her desire had been. But she did know that if she ever let Duke go that far again, she was not going to stop him-stop him, hell! She could grab him, by the balls and drag his prick up her cunt whether he liked it or not.

So either they would go back to handjobs while sitting up vertical, or she would lie down and get screwed, and that was that.

On the whole, Dolly thought she would prefer to get fucked. In fact, if Duke's dick had still been hard, she might have even suggested that they fuck right then. But he had already tucked the tool away.

Well, she would see him next week, on her day off. If everything went as she supposed, she thought that she would lose her cherry then.

But that was a week away, and a cherry is a tiny thing, easy to misplace.