The family maid

CHAPTER EIGHT

The neighbors to the left of the Wintergreens had a Bentley. The residents to the right had three Cadillac's. The family across the road had a Mercedes. But the Wintergreens were so wealthy and so self assured with it that they had a three year old pickup truck and didn't worry about it at all.

This was terrible reverse snobbery, of course, but it worked, and the neighbors envied them their confidence and wished heartily that they, too, could drive old trucks.

There was no social climbing involved here, for they were all at the top of the social ladder but, balanced there on the top rung, they scrambled with one upmanship. This went beyond matters of wealth, extending even to amorality. The daughter across the way, for instance, when not motoring about in her Mercedes, was in the habit of fucking her Doberman. The wife to the left drove, in her Bentley, to The Midtown Bucket and places like that where she picked up an assortment of dockhands and fishermen for orgies. The man on the right dressed in women's clothing, although he was neither a homosexual nor a transvestite, simply so that he could lurk in women's toilets and watch nubile young girls piss. He boasted of this depravity.

But with their constant stream of servant fucking spiced by incest, the Wintergreens held the dominant position. But in one respect all these families were equal and could get no edge; that was in the number of servants and the number of jobs they could think of for hiring more servants. They all had butlers, maids, chefs and gardeners; they all had chauffeurs in livery and footmen and social secretaries. No one could pry out an advantage here, for it would have been the most obvious ostentation to hire, say, seven butlers. Now, sitting on the bearskin rug with Dolly stroking his dick, Jonathon saw where he could make a coup.

Jonathon decided he would have to hire some fellow for the job-some suitably loutish fellow who could be dressed as a chimney sweep and dusted with a fine coating of wood ash. The more common this man was, the better in the one-upmanship game.

And even as he was thinking of this, who should walk up the broad front lawn past the pickup truck but Duke, who was as loutish as a man can be.

Duke hesitated, wondering if he should go around the side to the servants' entrance. But, although a lout, he was not a lackey; he marched right up to the front door.

He figured that Dolly would answer the door.

But as it happened, Dolly was busy at the moment, pulling the master's cock to a new hard on. The butler, who would properly have answered, anyway, was busy pulling his own cock, and the chauffeur was in the garage servicing Amanda's dildo, and the chef was jerking off in the Hollandaise sauce because he knew that the mistress liked it creamy.

And Claire and Amanda, refreshed from sixtynining, were just coming down the stairs when Duke rang.

It was wondrous reverse snobbery to answer the door oneself; they did so together.

"Yes?" Claire said.

Duke whipped his cloth cap off and held it in his hand.

Claire's nose wrinkled from proximity to the lower order, but Amanda looked pleased.

"How splendidly loutish!" she cried. "Err…" said Duke. "Oh, Amanda… have you no taste?" Claire said.

"I do love commoners," said the naughty daughter. "Dusty Italian stonemasons, rancid Irish laborers, sweating assembly line workers with their dicks assembled in clusters."

Claire sighed, but she was smiling.

"I want to see Dolly McGuire," Duke said, nervously fondling his cap and licking his lips.

"Who?" Amanda said.

"The new maid, dear," Claire told her. "I think she's busy with Daddy." "I could come back later," Duke said, feeling uncomfortable in their presence.

"But just look at his jaw, Mother," Amanda said. "He looks like a gargoyle! He wouldn't be out of place hanging from the wall of a French church. How positively delightful!"

Duke scowled, not sure if he was being insulted. "Oh, may I screw him, Mother?"

"If you must," said Claire.

"Huh?" said Duke, with that massive jaw hanging down like a collapsed marquee.

"Do come in, you delightful creature," Amanda said:

Duke walked into the mansion. Amanda took his hand. His eyes rolled in disbelief.

"Won't you join us, Mother?" the oversexed rich girl asked.

"Certainly not. But… I might just watch, at that; I'm interested to see how the lower classes perform. And it's always exciting to watch my daughter misbehave."

Perform? Duke thought. He had an awful image of himself dressed up as a jester, juggling balls and turning somersaults while the nobility laughed at him.

He said, "What you talking about?" "Fucking," Amanda clarified.

"Fucking?"

"Of course."

"Who am I supposed to fuck?" He was suspicious; there was no telling what dubious hole they might want him to stick his cock in, these depraved society folk-maybe they had a crazy old aunt locked up in the attic.

"Why… me, silly," said Amanda.

Duke couldn't believe it.

"Naw!" he said.

Amanda opened her jeans and showed him her cunt; Duke became a believer.

I don't believe this, he thought, even as he saw that it was true; that through some quirk in the nature of the very rich, he was about to dip his wick in the spoiled little rich girl while the sexy mother observed. He saw that there was more truth than poetry in. the term, "filthy rich".

Leading him by the hand, Amanda took Duke down the hallway. She was walking just ahead of him and Duke was staring at her pert little ass in her tight bottomed-but open flied-jeans, which was why he didn't glance into the library as they passed.

And didn't see Dolly working Jonathon's dick up in front of the fire.

He heard a sigh or two of pleasure coming from there but he paid it no mind. Amanda led him into the room next to the library. This was the study, with a big desk and tall, arched windows that looked out on the landscaped grounds.

Claire followed them in.

"I thought you were taking him to your bedroom, dear," she said.

"Mother! Really! I like to fuck and suck with louts, it's true; but there are limits. I certainly don't want one soiling my bed!"

Claire was glad of that.

Claire sat down in a soft chair and threw one leg over the armrest. She pulled her dress up and cupped her hand to her cunt, not stroking it yet, just holding it in preparation in case, inspired by the sight she was about to see, she just wanted her hand to be in position to go to work.

Amanda started to unbutton Duke's shirt.

"Hadn't we ought to kiss or something, first?" he suggested, accustomed as he was to seduction attempts.

"Good Lord, no!" she said.

She took his shirt off. His torso was slabbed with great, flat muscles. Amanda began to lick his stomach, his belly, his chest. Her tongue washed lovingly over his body but she avoided his mouth. There were limits even to her depravity.

She opened his trousers; she knelt and pulled them down. She took them off his feet without looking; her face was level and she was looking straight ahead, at his cock. His big prick stuck right out in her face and she licked her lips. She sniffed.

"Oh! Nicely foul," she said, happily.

"Err…I just had my dick up a fat girl on a pool table," Duke said, not wishing to be thought less than fastidious. "Maybe I ought to wash it first, huh?"

"Don't you dare! Cocks are much, much nicer when they've been steeped in cunt juice and left to ferment."

Her tongue came out and she licked the head of his pecker.

Claire gave a little gasp of vicarious pleasure and began to rub her clitoris. Her labia sluggishly unfurled; cunt juice began to bubble up in her wet, pink slot.

Amanda took his knob into her mouth and sucked.

Then she began to lick him all over, winding her nimble body around him as if she were weaving them together in a carnal tapestry. She licked up his thighs, along the creases, over his flat belly and back down to his balls. She tongued his swollen sac, then pulled his nuts into her mouth and sucked on them. She coiled her sinuous body around his flank and her tongue slipped up the crack of his ass.

Duke gasped at a sensation new to him. "Filthy rich" summed it up, no doubt of that. Amanda placed her flattened hands on his cheeks and spread them open; her tongue darted right up into his asshole, flaring and dipping and slurping.

Amanda would never have though of ass rimming a gentlemen with her tongue.

A lout was a different matter.

Claire, watching with great interest, began to strum her clit furiously. It Was hard not to get involved in such an erotic situation, she realized, lout or not.

Amanda bent backwards and squirmed through his legs, licking down the crack of his ass and along his crotch and surfacing in front of him with his balls in her mouth.

She moved away then, leaving him trembling while she took ha scant clothing off. Naked, she crawled back and began tonguing him again, rubbing her tits against him as she did so. She took his cock into her mouth and shoved a finger up his asshole; she began to suck and ream lustily.

Claire decided she wanted a better seat. She left the chair and knelt beside her daughter.

"Want a taste, Mom?" Amanda asked.

"Well… just a nibble."

Amanda pulled her lips off the head of his dick. They unrolled from his knob like a condom. She passed his pecker over to her mother and Claire took it in her mouth and sucked for a moment.

"Not bad," she said.

"Lots of flavor to lout dick," Amanda said.

"Ummm. It's junk food, of course. But still…"

Claire gave him another suck, then passed the baton back to Amanda.

Amanda sucked on his knob again. Claire leaned close, watching the girl's lips pull and drag on the meaty mouthful. She titled her head and commenced to licking his balls. Her tongue swept up the stalk. Amanda plucked his dick head from her lips and Claire tongued it thoroughly. They were sharing his cock now, taking turns on the knob; while one sucked the other licked and then they switched positions, giving and getting equal sucking time.

"Can I fuck him now, Mom?" Amanda asked. "Or do you want to drink his spunk first?"

"Oh, no; be my guest. But… why don't you fuck dog fashion; that way I'll be able to see better."

Amanda agreed willingly.

Duke was too stunned to react at all; he was just a tool that they were using, just as they used a dildo.

Amanda got down on all fours, her ass elevated and wriggling, her face on the carpet.

Duke just stood there with cock looming out like an antler mounted in a hall as a hat rack.

Claire folded her hand around his dick and guided it into position. It was pliable as putty; it went where she put it and stayed there. She drew him to his knees behind Amanda's bouncing ass and fitted the tip of his pecker to the sex crazed girl's cunt from the back.

Duke slipped his prick up her pussy.

The sensation broke his state of stunned immobility; he began to pound the cock to her dog fashion, his aching balls swinging in between her thighs like the dewlap of a moose, and his flat belly slapping her upthrust ass.

Claire got down on the floor and looked up, watching his fat stalk slip in and out of the girl's clutching pussy. It was a good worm's eye view. Cunt juice sprayed out and splattered down onto Claire's upturned face.

It inspired her.

She moved behind Duke and began licking and sucking on his balls as he plowed into Amanda. She pushed her tongue up his asshole and wriggled it about, discovering a pleasure that her daughter had known for ages.

Her mouth was drooling now, inspired by the taste of ball and asshole, and she squirmed underneath Amanda and began to suck them both with the same effort. She fitted her lips to Duke's thick cock, sucking on it as it ran in and out of the girl's quim. Then she slid down and fitted her lips to Amanda's cunt, keeping them parted, so that while she slurped on the girl's feverish cunt lips Duke's pecker was running through her own lips as it plummeted into the juicy, steaming tunnel.

Claire's pussy was begging for attention.

She grasped Amanda by the hips and pulled the girl's cunt off of Duke's cock as if she were pulling a boot off a foot. Amanda cried out in protest and Duke spluttered. But then, Claire knelt in front of him and crawled backwards onto his dick as if she were backing into a parking spot. Duke began to hump vigorously.

Amanda was piqued at being deprived of dick, but she didn't mind too much because it was great fun to watch while her mother took lout dick diligently. Her mother had always scoffed at her for her preference for workingmen's peckers, and it pleased Amanda to see that woman grovel before the big plunger.

Amanda took after her mother and it was, therefore, natural that she react in the same fashion to the same situation. She crawled behind Duke to lick his asshole and balls, and then dipped in to suck cock and cunt with relish.

Claire reached out blindly and groped Amanda's twat.

Amanda figured that was a fine idea and, turning her supple young body around, she placed herself under Claire in the sixty nining position.

They had sixty nined all they wanted earlier, but now that wonderful act was enhanced by the presence of a pecker.

Amanda slurped voraciously on Claire's cunt and Duke's cock at the same time, and Claire went suck crazy on Amanda's steaming pussy.

Duke, looking down, could see that mother and daughter were sixty fining, but it just didn't register on his traditional, lower class awareness; he figured he must be imagining things.

He poured the prick up Claire's twat, passing through Amanda's lips as he went.

He began to rattle and gurgle; his whole brawny form shook as if he were coming apart at the seams.

Bellowing like a mad buffalo, Duke shot his heavy wad up Claire's clutching pussy. Claire's ass danced wildly as she worked off her own orgasm on his spurting sprout.

Amanda gobbled with joy as she drank the savory blend of cum and cunt juice that poured from Claire's cunt, and her own cunt melted in Claire's mouth.

Duke staggered back on his knees and caved in, sinking down on his heels. His dick bobbled up and down in front of him.

Claire and Amanda ignored him for the moment as they sucked each other off, and now Duke could see that it had not been merely a figment of his fevered imagination. The two Wintergreen women were eating each other out with relish.

"More cock!" Claire gurgled, motioning for Duke to join the cluster again.

But Duke, with his balls momentarily drained, was not sure that he cared to mingle in such a sordid situation.

He watched; his cock stiffened again.

What the hell, he thought; the rich are different and the filthy rich are very different.

Duke crawled in and slipped his cock up Amanda's cunt, and found himself buried in a web of hot flesh.

Grandfather Wintergreen had been howling for a handjob for some time, but he had gone unattended.

Now he came jigging down the staircase, stark naked and scrawny but sporting a hard on that would have done justice to the horniest of adolescents. He stopped at the door to the study and looked in, nodding in approval. He was proud of his son for marrying such a splendidly horny woman as Claire and for producing such an oversexed daughter as Amanda.

A chip off the old block, he thought.

He came jigging into the room, wondering if there was some hot cavity left for his pecker.

Amanda was straddling Duke, fucking him with vigor, while Claire was sitting on his face, rubbing her cunt in his mouth. The two girls were kissing and rubbing their nipples together as they squirmed on the prostrate lout.

"Any room for patriarch pecker?" he asked, politely.

"Not at the moment," Claire said.

"Shucks," he said.

"I think Daddy must be finished with the maid," Amanda said. "Why don't you get a blow job off her?"

"Good idea!" he said, snapping his fingers. "She gives lovely head, the new maid."

He went bouncing nimbly out in search of the maid.

This conversation had not escaped Duke's ears, even though the words came muffled because Claire's thighs were clamped around his head. A surge of jealous rage swelled up in him. But it caused his dick to swell, too, and made it impossible to disengage; he was stuck fast up Amanda's cunt and his head was trapped under Claire's grinding crotch. There was nothing the lad could do but wait until orgasms effected his release.

In the library, Wintergreen Junior was screwing Dolly from the back, both of them kneeling on the white rug before the fire, when Wintergreen Senior came sauntering in. He saw that maid muff was occupied but that maid mouth was at liberty. He advanced, cock first, across the room.

Dolly gasped in amazement.

Her little lace cap had tilted down over one eye, but with the other eye, through a mist of passion, she saw the miraculous recovery of the elder Wintergreen.

Her mouth dropped open in shock.

That suited the horny old man admirably, and he walloped his pecker right in.

But Dolly spat it right back out again.

She adored sucking dick, but she didn't want to be played for a fool; she glared at him.

She said, "How come you aren't paralyzed?"

"Huh?" he said.

"You were paralyzed, Father," Jonathan reminded him.

The old man's mind was every bit as nimble as his body; thinking like lightning, he said, "Yes, quite a happy event. I find myself sound of limb again."

Dolly looked dubious.

"I have a theory," he said. "A man's body can only contain a certain amount of paralysis. Well, you seemed to have centered that, my dear, due to your great talent for sucking dick. All the stiffness had gravitated to my prick now, leaving my limbs limber but my cock constantly hard."

"Gee," she said.

It sounded pretty logical.

"Yes, a miraculous cure," he said. "But, of course, your duties will remain the same; for my ever stiff cock will have to be milked with regularity, or else the dread stiffness may seep back into my arms and legs.

"Yes, I can see that," said the maid.

"In fact…" He paused; he moved his arms about and stomped on the floor with his foot. "In fact, I seem to be stiffening up a bit already. I wonder if…?"

Dolly looked back over her shoulder.

"You think I should?" she asked Jonathon. "I mean… you won't get jealous or anything?"

"Certainly not," he said. "A good maid finds such ways of combining her various tasks-killing two birds with one stone, as it were."

"Well, that's okay, then," she said, quite happy to be of service Her mouth opened.

Wintergreen Senior knelt on the rug.

Dolly's head rose, then came back down, describing an arc that ended at the head of his pecker. She slipped it into her mouth and began to gobble him avidly.

Jonathon had slowed his humping; now he renewed the rear end assault with vigor, shoveling. his huge prick up her cunt with powerful strokes that caused her lithe pelvis to bounce and jolt under his attack. As he whipped the rod up her, her hips were lifted higher. This caused her head to come down, burying the other man's cock in her mouth. As Jonathon withdrew, her haunches lowered and her lips automatically pulled up the fat mouthful.

The girl found that she had to do nothing all, that the action of Jonathan's big pump was moving her in just the proper tempo.

She felt like one of those little birds that, placed on the rim of a glass, dips his beak up and down as if drinking.

Jonathon held her by the hips. His body was bowed backwards so that his shoulders were thrown well back and his loins were the foremost segment of a vertical arch. As he ground the meat to her, he pulled back on her hips, dragging her wet sheath onto his prong and jamming her ass to his belly.

Dolly reached back between her thighs and cupped his balls; she pulled him by the balls, sheathing his cock in her cunt to the hilt, as he hauled her back. Her other hand cupped Wintergreen Senior's balls, for she needed no support from her arms now; she was resting in a delicate balance between the two big dicks that supported her, swaying, like a balancing rock on the very edge of a cliff-it sways, it looms perilously over the drop, but it balances.

So did the cock loving girl balance and sway and yet not fall as she bridged the distance between the two Wintergreens, bridging the generation gap, as it were, so that they were linked together through the medium of her body.

Cock filled her cunt; cock slid into her mouth and throat.

Taking cock at both ends, the girl reached a brand new height of sensation. Two separate thrills seemed to lance through her-one darting up from her steaming crotch, the other spreading down from her drooling mouth, meeting deep in her belly. When her cunt was stuffed, her mouth was forced down, panting and gasping on pecker; gurgling with joy at the double dicked thrill.

She hoped both men would shoot at the same time. She was eager to feel herself filled with splashing cum from both ends at once, her pussy milking one cock to the dregs while her mouth sucked the other to the bone, She was in ecstasy.

She was very thankful for her job as a maid cum ball drainer, for at what other occupation could a girl enjoy a thrill like this dual plundering and still be able to make believe she was being dutiful instead of wanton? She enjoyed this double fuck suck so much that even while it was still in progress, the girl was wondering how she could manage to get more.

She would never have participated in a gang bang or cluster fuck or menage a trois, of course-she was not a tramp, certainly not. But she thought she might be able to volunteer her services at hospitals, perhaps… or at a home for wayward boys.., or a prison, where thousands of randy men with gigantic pricks were sorely in need of a soft, wet, hot outlet into which they could pour their frustration and their scum. Yes!

She could even feel a bit smug about that, a bit charitable for lending her cunt free of charge to the needy.

Of course, Duke would not understand that. Being of the lower classes, Duke was more the sort to take charity than to give it and he might not like it if his girlfriend or wife did volunteer work.

But what Duke didn't know wouldn't hurt him…

But the thing was-Duke did know!

Duke had finally extricated himself from beneath the two randy women by blasting Amanda's cunt right off of his pecker with his ejaculation. He had come like Old Faithful, and the spurting geyser had lifted the girl's slender loins right up into the air. She flopped down beside him, cum bursting from her open cunt, and Duke had kicked with his feet, bringing his knees up and then shooting them out, and had managed to flip away from Claire's crotch, just as she went limp with the completion of her orgasm and washed his face with cunt juice as he slid away.

He got up, slowly, his knees weak. The two women were drained for the moment, and he saw he could make his escape. But he had no intention of fleeing the house; he wanted to find Dolly and inform her of the sordid situation in which she found herself. He was a bit suspicious, too, because of what the passionate patriarch had said about the new maid's ability to give head, but he didn't want to jump to conclusions. He knew that Dolly was innocent and virginal and doubted she could have been seduced into cocksucking in a single day. He had been trying for a year, himself, and got not more than a handjob from the iron willed maiden..

Duke didn't realize that justification and rationalization and a call to duty could be more effective than seduction in the bending of a hot crotched maid.

Duke, naked as a skinned rabbit, wandered out of the study, turned left and came to the library right away.

Stunned by the scene, Duke wobbled right up to take a closer look. His dick rose up like a periscope, as if, with its solitary eye, it, too, wanted to see what was happening. Yes, there was no doubt about it. It was Dolly, all right, and she had a cock in her cunt and another cock in her mouth and she was fucking and sucking with rare abandon.

Dolly saw Duke out of the corner of her eye.

Who knows what thoughts flashed through her mind? What misgivings, doubts and self castigation? Duke stood with his fists on his hips and his dick out like a log, and Dolly gave him a shy look. She pulled her lips off the big cock, slurping; holding the cockhead against her soft cheek to keep it warm, she said, "Hello; Duke, darling. What on earth are you doing here?"

"Watching you fuck and suck," he rasped.

"Oh…ha ha… I can see why you'd make a mistake like that. What a suspicious fellow you are. Ha ha. I'm not fucking and sucking, darling. I'm cleaning house as a maid must."

"Huh?"

"These are household cocks," sir explained.

Duke squinted.

"Didn't you know that? A maid has to clean the household cocks just as she polishes the silver… has to make them clean as a whistle; it's part of the job."

"She's quite right, dear fellow," said Jonathon, slamming his cock up the maid's cunt.

Duke scratched his head.

Dolly played her trump card. She smiled at him-the smile a bit crooked because of the big cockhead pressing into her cheek-and said, "I'm still a virgin, Duke. I'm using my cunt just as I would a mop… I'm not drooling on this pecker.

I'm just spitting on it to get a nice shine. Yes, I'm still virginal… but I'm ready to let you fuck me, darling!"

Duke wasn't about to pass up an offer like that, no matter how suspicious the circumstances. He bounced around, looking for a hole.

"Just let me finish up here and then you can have me, Duke," the maid said; "You can have my cherry.

She slipped her mouth onto the cockhead again; she began to polish like a demon.

Jonathon blew a gout of spunk up her cunt, gasping, and fell away with his cock and balls cleaned.

Jonathon's father spilled his hot load into Dolly's mouth; she gulped it down, gasping and gurgling, and sucked and tongued until his pecker was sparkling.

Then she held her arms out to Duke, her legs opening.

Duke mounted her. He slapped his big prong up her pussy.

Dolly began to shudder in what she insisted on believing was her first ever fuck. And Duke, now that he finally had his cock buried up her slippery cunt, didn't really care about the semantics of the act as he screwed her with vigor and came like a stick of dynamite, with the Wintergreen gentlemen clapping and crying, "Bravo!"

They hired Duke as a full time ash hauler and all was well. It was a nice job of one upmanship, and all the other filthy rich families rushed right out and hired louts to carry the ashes from their fireplaces, but the Wintergreens had hired the first ash hauler and could afford to be smug about it when everyone else followed suit.

Duke lived in, with Dolly, and they made a great team. Duke couldn't blame her for polishing the family jewels, and she couldn't blame Duke for hauling the ashes when those carnal fireplaces needed to be tended. They each had their duties in the line of work and they had each other for love and if, sometimes, the two separate things seemed to merge together in a tangle of arms and legs, who could cast the first stone?

In service together, they did very well.