The family maid

CHAPTER ONE

When Jonathon Wintergreen returned to his Bellevue mansion after interviewing the job applicants, he found his daughter drinking whisky in the kitchen. His daughter had peculiar tastes, he thought. He didn't mind her drinking whisky, but he couldn't understand why she sat in the kitchen instead of the study or library, or why she chose to wear ragged jeans instead of her elegant clothes. But, he had given up trying to bridge the generation gap and he said, "Hello, Amanda. Is your mother home?" "Yeah," the girl said.

"Where is she?"

"In the bedroom. She's rubbing her cunt with a vibrator."

"Oh," said Jonathon.

These were very wealthy society people and they said things like that.

Amanda wrinkled her nose, sipping Scotch, and said, "I think she got horny 'cause you were interviewing sexy young girls, Father. She was pacing around, looking excited, anyhow. You know how she looks when she's horny. You could almost see the steam rising from her crotch." Amanda giggled. "Anyhow, she said she was going up to vibrate her twat and that I should send you up as soon as you got home."

She shrugged and took a healthy slug of whisky.

Jonathan grinned. This situation suited him because he had indeed got stimulated during the interviews and had intended to screw his wife when he got home. The fact that she was also randy was all to the good.

He went up the broad marble staircase and down the open walkway with the white pillars; he walked into the master bedroom. He was a tall, lean, elegant man, very, aristocratic in both appearance and bearing, but that effect was confounded at the moment, because his cock had got hard and was sticking out of the front of his trousers, ruining the line of his well cut clothing. Amanda had been absolutely correct.

She was on the bed, her long, lean legs parted, leisurely pushing the; device up her pussy. The bed was a huge four poster, and the vibrator was a huge blunt instrument operated by batteries.

She took no notice of her husband.

Claire was as cool as Jonathon, except for her cunt, which was never cool, and she continued to rub her crotch with the humming dildo for a few minutes, not a bit abashed at having her husband find her doing this. He had given her the vibrator as a birthday present as a matter of fact, and her calm reaction to discovery was quite understandable.

Jonathon began to undress. He watched his wife as he removed his clothing.

Claire was a beautiful woman-tall and slim with long legs and small, firm tits capped by big, stiff nipples. Her hair was the color of amber. Her pubic hair was a shade darker and very abundant, a big, curly wedge on her cuntal mound, like a tropical forest through which a swampy pink river flowed.

She pushed the tip of the vibrator into bet cunt, sighing; pulled it slowly out, angled so that the humming shaft ran across her taut clit.

Jonathon could hear her cunt squish and suck as the phallic rod pushed up her.

He was naked now, and his big Cock stood out like a spike from his belly and, when she saw the state of his cock, Claire lost a bit of her cool.

"Oh! For me, darling?" she asked.

"Certainly," he said, slowly approaching the big bed, his cock like a pointer showing him the route.

Claire gave her pussy a final push pull and switched the buzzing tool off, then placed it on the nightstand.

"I've been waiting for you, dear," she said, showing him a dazzling smile with perfect teeth and a very sensual mouth.

"Waiting?" he said, cocking an eyebrow.

"Oh, that! I wasn't going to come, dearest. I was just using my lovely birthday present to keep my cunt simmering until you got home. It's most useful for that. I knew you'd be terribly excited, after seeing all those nubile young girls, you see. If you hadn't been, I might have been suspicious."

He stood beside the bed with his cock looming out over her flat belly, the big knob bouncing up and down as the thick stalk tensed.

"I hope you chose a luscious young creature, Jonathon," Claire said. "That's why I wanted you to choose, instead of choosing one myself-to surprise me."

"I think she will be to your taste," he said.

"Ummm. You can tell me about her, later. But now…"

She reached up and folded her delicate hand around the root of his cock. Her nails were long and painted the same amber shade as her hair. Her eyes were amber, too, and they flashed now as she stroked his dick.

Jonathon put his hands on his hips and pushed his loins out, letting her pump him for a few moments, although, in truth, his cock needed no manual stimulation. It was thundering and throbbing and all set to go.

Her hand pushed back to the root, pressing into his trim belly, then pulled lovingly up to the head, gathering his foreskin and curling in over the ledge of the knob. She pushed back again, and his cockhead flared. His prick was so taut and hard that it was vibrating in her fist. She almost thought that she could hear it hum, as if he were equipped with batteries in his balls.

Her thumb caressed the sensitive point where the fat stalk sprouted out into the great, bi valved crown.

"Ummm," she sighed. Her eyes had narrowed into amber slits of lust and her nipples stood up like, bullets.

Drawing him by the cock, she gently urged Jonathon onto the bed. He sank down, kneeling between her parted thighs. She released his prick and lay back, relaxed and ready. Her cunt was gapping open, the slit widened into an oval slot, and that pink slot flooded with cream.

Jonathon took his cock in hand and guided it to her cunt. She lifted her ass from the bed, angling her loins to meet his approach and wriggling her hips from side to side. He fitted the snout of his dick into her juicy slot and, tilting his wrist back and forth, worked the tip around in her pussy. As the fat knob caressed her slot and clit, Claire began to pant; Her belly humped up and down and her hips rolled pneumatically and her cunt seemed to be sucking on his cock, as if to drag him up that hot hole, desperate to have that aching void full of fat prick.

Jonathon fed her an inch of cockhead.

Her cunt lips clamped like a collar around his knob.

He pushed another inch up her and his cockhead disappeared in her cunt, The thick rod stood out between them like an iron bar bolting them together at the loins.

Her pussy caressed, his swollen cock knob with moist, velvet lips, as if her cunt were a mouth, sucking his cockhead. He held it at that angle for a few moments, savoring the pleasure of having his bloated knob inside her and anticipating the great pleasure to follow, when the full length of his long dick was buried to the hilt in her hot cunt.

She squirmed around on his cock, moaning and whimpering; her knees came up and her heels drummed a tattoo on his ass, urging him to feed the pork to her.

Jonathon braced his knees and slid his cock in to the root with one long, slithering thrust. Again he stopped moving, holding it at the full penetration and thrilling to the sensation of having every inch of his pecker sheathed in her clutching cunt while she, in turn, moaned with the joy of being stuffed full of fat dick.

Her heels locked behind his knees; her long legs flashed as she clamped her thighs over his flanks and pulled him tight, belly to belly with his cumfilled balls pressing against her upraised ass. She arched her back, fitting her slender body to his.

Jonathon began to fuck her then.

He fed the meat to her with slow, steady strokes, his ass drawing straight back and then twisting so that he corkscrewed his cock into her cunt, running the full length of the shaft across her clit en route to her hole.

Claire met him stroke for stroke.

As he banged the dick to her, she pushed her loins down to meet him, and her cunt took him like a scabbard sheathing a red hot sword. As he withdrew, she ground her pelvis with a rotating motion, as if his cock were a screw and her cunt were threaded.

His prick began to swell like a balloon inside her, expanding her slot around it, and her cunt made the adjustment, fitting snug to the contours of his prick so that there was slippery, fiery friction along every millimeter of his rod and knob. Her cunt muscles rippled, clutching his cock from root to head in a spasmodic series of contracting rings.

They began to fuck faster, increasing the pace together, until they were fairly flying. His belly slapped hers and his balls swung in like the clapper of a bell, spanking against her lean ass, tolling the chords of passion. She was panting heavily now. Her tits rose and fell, heaving, and he cupped them in his hands, squeezing the firm mounds and rubbing his thumbs across the vibrant nipples. His face went down to hers and their lips met, brushing lightly together at first and then parting as they began swapping tongues.

"Ohhh," she said. "Oooooh."

Jonathon was slamming into her savagely, and his dick acted like a piston as it pumped the cunt juice from her. Forced out by his fat cock, thick, creamy love juice flooded from her unfurled cunt lips and ran down into the crack of her ass and onto his balls as he whammed in to the hilt.

Already stimulated by the vibrator, Claire was rising rapidly to the peak.

And, excited by the girls he had interviewed, Jonathon was only a stroke or two behind her in their mutual climb towards the height of sensation.

She tightened her thighs around his flanks, signifying her impending climax. Her tongue flared in his mouth, then pulled back, dragging his with it, into her own mouth.

"I'm coming…" she whimpered, speaking the words onto his tongue so that he felt them as well as heard them.

He felt her cunt start to melt like a candle around his iron hard, incandescent wick.

Jonathon rammed his cock into her furiously, trying desperately to catch up, to come simultaneously. His cock surged and flared as it sped up her hole, hissing in the hot lubrication, and his balls were swelling like balloons with their burden.

Long waves of passion coursed across the randy woman's belly and broke like a stormy sea on the shores of her satiation. She was coming in sequence, reaching a peak, ebbing for a split second, then coming to a new, higher peak. The frequency was growing shorter and the waves higher with each moment, until the highpoints merged together and she was vibrating wildly in a long, sustained orgasm.

Suddenly, Jonathon felt his cock ignite.

He cried out and his balls exploded, sending the hot cum rushing up his shaft in a great flood that burst out like molten lava deep within her loins.

He poured the pecker to her with wild abandon, shooting a second hot jet into her cunt and yet a third, hosing her burning hole with a flood of thick, foamy cum.

As she felt her pussy fill with hot spunk, Claire went absolutely wild! She had been coming steadily; now she surged to a new peak, inspired by the catalyst of his cum as she felt it splash heavily into her cunt. She clawed at his neck and shoulders; she bit his tongue; her heels slammed against his ass. Her whole long, lithe body was jerking as if charged with electricity.

"Come! Come! Come!" she cried. "Fill me with that hot, thick cum… fill my cunt with cream!"

And that is just what Jonathon was doing as he poured load after load of steaming cum into her burning cunt.

They clung together, panting and whimpering.

Jonathon was drained, his balls collapsed and his pecker emptied; he held himself rigid while his randy wife worked her cunt on his pecker, grinding out the final spasms of her seething climax against him.

"That was lovely," she said, with a contented smile.

Jonathon collapsed upon her, gasping for breath.

"Now, tell me about the new maid," said the oversexed wife.

Jonathon lay on his back.

His cock had softened somewhat, but not all the way, for he was a man of considerable potency. It had bent from a bat into a loop, curling up from his belly and twitching, as if ready to go either way -to harden again or soften completely-depending on the circumstances.

Claire lay on her side, snuggling up to him. She trailed her fingertips down his flat stomach and folded her hand softly around his semi hard prick. She began to stroke him lazily.

His cock twitched, hardening through a series of short, sharp jolts. The knob expanded and the rod fattened. But there was no immediacy now. Their mutual orgasms had taken the heat off and now they could savor the slow, leisurely build up that would lead to another fuck.

"Is she pretty?" Claire asked.

"Ummmmmm.."

She felt his cock swell in her hand as he thought of this pretty young maid; it thrilled her. Jealousy had no part in their marriage but one-it inspired lust.

He said, "She's eighteen, blonde, nice, plump tits and a sweet face. An innocent sort, possibly even a virgin."

"Oh, my!"

Claire's amber eyes widened "I thought you might like a virgin," he said. "Oh, yes! How thoughtful of you, darling." "And her name is Dolly McGuire."

"Dolly! My God! How very droll!"

She pushed pulled on his prick. It was fully erect now, standing rampant from his belly and through her fist. She skimmed it lightly, brushing along the shaft and fingering the flaring slab of purple meat at the tip.

"She'll look adorable in the little French maid costume," Jonathon said.

He reached across his broad chest and began to finger his wife's taut nipples. They shot out, stiffening further. He leaned down and took them in his mouth, alternating between the tingling nuggets as he sucked them.

She cupped his balls, as if weighing them in her hand to see if they were full enough to need emptying again.

"I can't wait to see her," she sighed.

"She'll be here tomorrow morning."

"Have you explained her duties?"

"Not all of them. I thought you might like to do that, yourself-the interesting ones."

He laughed suddenly, and said, "She's really not experienced as a proper maid, you see; she's more of a cleaning woman trying to rise up in the world of service. Lower glass, of course. She said-she actually said- "I don't do windows."

They both laughed at the charlady like phrase.

Claire said, "So, she doesn't do windows? I certainly hope she does cunts!"

Jonathon chuckled.

Claire didn't care if the windows were grimy, but she liked her pussy to be well polished.

Jonathon's cock was about ready to slip up her cunt again, and he rolled onto his side, facing her. His cock pressed into her lean belly; indenting the firm flesh; the head snuggled into her deep belly button. She wriggled against it luxuriously.

He said, "Amanda was drinking Scotch in the kitchen."

"Yes, she has good taste in whisky, thank God." "Well, yes. She… er… she told me that you were vibrating your cunt, dear."

"Yes. I told her I intended to."

"So I gathered… don't you think…"

"Why, you old prude!" Claire said, laughing.

He grinned sheepishly.

Claire said, "I had my first fuck when I was fourteen, I think, and sucked my first dick the same memorable night-although the dick I sucked was not the same dick that fucked me, as I think about it. Anyway, I'm sure Amanda is getting plenty of cock and has been for same time..although some of the young men she fancies would not appeal to me… and would make me shudder, to tell you the truth. But that's just a phrase, dear. She's spoiled, of course; she's had everything she ever wanted. This is just a reaction to being a spoiled little rich girl."

"I expect so."

"And she's jaded, too."

"My God… jaded already!"

"I'm afraid so. I wouldn't be surprised if she was getting tired of cock. I think she may be dabbling in cunts at the moment… another phase, of course."

Claire could feel his cock swelling as she spoke that way about their daughter.

The swelling thrilled her; she wriggled against it, rolling her slender torso around on his fat stalk.

"I suppose most girls give other girls a try, at one time or another," Jonathon was saying. "Nothing wrong with that, as long as they don't become lesbians. I mean, as long as they handle it the way you do, darling."

"Ummm," she said, squirming happily to him.

"But at her age… what happens when she grows tired of cunt? There are only so many things. I mean… do you suppose she'll start fucking dogs?"

"That would be exciting," Claire said.

Claire was totally devoid of morals; Jonathon was slightly less liberal but, nevertheless, his dick surged as he thought about his sexy daughter fucking a German shepherd.

Claire loved to excite her husband with words as well as action. Now, she clung to him, starting to pant a little, and she said, "Maybe she will want to give incest a try."

Jonathon's cock thundered against her belly.

"I wouldn't fuck my daughter," he said, rather weakly.

"I would," said sexy Claire.

His cock was threatening to explode.

"I'll bet she has a sweet pussy, Claire said, running her tongue across her sensual lower lip.

That was too much for Jonathon. He rolled his willing wife onto her back and mounted her, slamming his great cock up her cunt without the slightest delicacy. He began to fuck her like a madman.

Claire happily writhed under his furious thrusts. His eyes, she noticed, were closed. She wondered if he were pretending that she was his daughter.

It thrilled her to the core and she got every bit as excited as Jonathon. Together, they fucked up a storm.