The family maid

CHAPTER SIX

Jonathon, still holding Dolly by the hand-not at all the way a master normally behaves with a maid-led the girl into the library. It was a big room with a fireplace. The fireplace was functioning, flames dancing and throwing shadows at the high bookshelves. He led her to a leather couch and she sat down. After a moment, he sat beside her.

"You must be shocked," he said.

"Well… yes… but you must be, too."

"No… I've long suspected."

"You poor man."

"I wouldn't mind what my wife did, if only she would be kind to me," he said. "But the truth is that she prefers women almost entirely, now." He lowered his head and sighed. His hand stroked Dolly's lush thigh.

She didn't mind; she knew he was only looking for sympathy and understanding.

"In fact, I haven't even slept with her in over a year now," he said, his jaws tightening.

"Why, that's wicked of her!"

"Yes. I get very frustrated. Yet, what can I do? I'm not the sort of man to take a mistress or patronize a prostitute. I've always been faithful to Claire; it's a problem."

Dolly thought about that-as, perhaps, Wintergreen had intended her to do. His hand moved up her thigh, back down, up a bit higher.

Dolly said, "It seems to me that your problem is exactly the same as your father's."

He looked at her, blinking.

"Well, not exactly the sane… I mean, you aren't paralyzed, as he is, poor man.

Wintergreen senior was, at this very moment, doing a little jig, happy to see that his massive pecker was starting to get hard again. But that was unknown to Dolly.

"But the problem is the same… voiding your semen… except that he can't do it because of his affliction and you can't do it because of your wife's horrid preferences."

"I never thought of it like that."

"I suppose you could jerk off.."

"Oh, I would find that distasteful."

Yes, she saw, that was hardly the sort of thing a wealthy aristocrat would do. But the man must be in agony if he had not come in a whole year! And, to his credit, he was being tormented because of his own principles, because he refused to take a mistress or seduce someone other than his wife or pay a visit to a whore. It didn't seem at all fair.

Dolly said, "So if the problem is the same, why not seek the same solution?"

"You mean…"

"Hire a nurse. Or… " she lowered her eyes modestly "… or a maid to take care of your needs. That wouldn't be at all the same as seducing a girl or paying a whore, it would just be a sort of necessary health exercise."

"Why, yes," he said. "But not being paralyzed, I wouldn't be satisfied with a handjob or… "he shot her a quick look"… or a blow job. I'd need a fuck."

"Oh, but it wouldn't be really fucking," Dolly explained. "You wouldn't be actually screwing this girl… just using her pussy to come into."

Jonathon snapped his fingers.

"Why, I never thought of that!"

"So all you have to do is find the right girl.."

"I say! I don't suppose you.."

"Gee, I'd be glad to… except I'm a virgin."

"But that wouldn't matter, since it wouldn't be really fucking, you see. You would just be lending me your cunt as a sort of a cum bucket…not the same thing at all."

Dolly considered that. She could see there was a great deal of truth to it, and she felt very sorry for the poor, deprived master. Surely it could do no harm to let him borrow her cunt for a few minutes. As long as she was very careful not to get sexually aroused, of course.

"You're sure I'd still be a virgin after you put your cock up me… and come in me and all?"

"Without a doubt," he assured her. "It isn't the cock or the cum; it's the intention that counts."

"In that case, I'd be honored to assist you, sir."

His hand, which was already resting high on her lush thigh, slipped up to her crotch. He began to massage her cunt through the sodden French silk panties, tracing along her unfurled cunt lips and rubbing her clit. Her nipples shot out, stiffening, and she began to gasp.

She knew she shouldn't be experiencing such a sensual emotion but she couldn't help herself. It was just as it had been when she had the older Wintergreen's dick in her mouth-while doing a gentleman a favor, she was inspired to passion-but it was merely a side effect. And it felt so good.

For a man who had not dipped his wick in over a year, Wintergreen seemed to no great rush to stuff his cock up her cunt. Dolly admired his self-restraint. Considerate man that he was, he was obviously working her cunt up so that it would be juicy and lubricated and he would not hurt her when he slipped the prong to her.

His hand slid inside the black panties and worked lovingly an her naked pussy, stroking and dipping, fingering and rubbing, strumming her vibrant love bead and tracing her cunt lips. He was much more expert at playing with a pussy than Duke was, she thought-with a twinge of guilt at being disloyal to her boyfriend. She thought she had better not mention to Duke that she'd lent her cunt to Wintergreen; the lantern jawed lover was not overly intelligent and might not see that it wasn't the same as fucking.

When he tugged her panties down, Dolly hiked her ass up so he could draw them over her hips. With her loins unwrapped now, he didn't return to her cunt immediately; instead he opened the lace blouse and began to play with her tits, massaging and kneading the tit mounds and pressing them together and up, so that the stiff nipples rose like little pink nuggets. He pulled and rubbed at them, and they grew larger and harder. Returning to her cunt, he began to finger the juicy slot and tantalize the taut clit.

It occurred to Dolly that Wintergreen had made no attempt to kiss her on the mouth, although he had kissed her nipples, and that fact reaffirmed her conviction that he was being honorable with her-if they had kissed it would have been as if they were making love-by leaving that oscillatory caress out of the foreplay. He was not seducing her, but merely borrowing her hole as a receptacle for his long pent up spunk.

And it was a more than willing receptacle, too; the labia unfurled like the blossom of a fleshy pink flower and the slot flooded with cunt juice. She opened her legs wider, granting his hands full access to her loins, and her whole body was tingling with pleasure and expectation. She was going to find out what it felt like to have a fat dick stuffed up her hot hole and to feel a man's thick cum spurt into her cunt. She just knew that it was going to be a wonderful experience.

Even though they wouldn't be fucking in the proper sense-or so she insisted on believing it would probably feel just the same, since the physical linkage would be the same, and she knew that she was a lucky girl to get the sensation without the guilt.

Wintergreen had not taken his dick out yet. Dolly thought it would be a nice, friendly gesture on her part if she were to do that for him.

She reached down and opened his fly. She had never opened a man's fly before, even Duke's-he always hauled his own pecker out when he was ready for a handjob-but she found that there was no mystery to the unveiling. No sooner had she opened his pants than his prick came rushing out of its own accord, like a wild bull charging into the corrida, looking for soft flesh to gore on its huge horn-a solitary horn well adapted to goring.

Dolly gave a little gasp of joy when she saw how large Wintergreen's pecker was. It was even bigger than his father's-a thick shaft surmounted by a flaring slab of dark head, taut as a bow spring and so hot that she could feel the warmth wafting over her. She tucked her hand into his open fly and drew his balls out, anxious to get a look at those bloated nuts that contained the first load of spunk that was ever going to spurt into her cunt;

His cock looked like a cannon, rolling out on the wheels of his balls as if they were a gun carriage, the muzzle parted down the tip, ready to throw a fluid round of shot. This was passionate artillery, indeed-lusty ordinance that looked capable of sinking a ship pr breaching the walls of a fort. She cooed with delight. A cannon that could dismast a frigate or deflower a virgin, breach a fortification or a maidenhead with equal ease was a rare treat, indeed.

And, believing Wintergreen when he told her he had not come in over a year, she knew that his seminal magazine would be absolutely stuffed with slippery shot and supercharged like a magnum with the firepower of orgasm. Her pussy was burning for the feel of his high velocity blast and the slap of his soft slugs.

Dolly began fondling his staff, rubbing her thumb against the underside, fingering the knob, cupping his balls. She didn't pump it up and down, however, for she didn't want to take the risk of having him come in her hand. She was determined to take it up her pussy, and it would have been a tragedy if he blasted off before he got up there, coming in a high arch like a mortar rather than in a low trajectory like a field piece.

Wintergreen let her caress his dick for a few minutes. Then he stood up and stepped out of his trousers. His cock seemed even larger when he stood; it jutted out before him like a pole before a pole-vaulter, the big knob flaring. The head was glowing like a lightbulb.

He knelt on the couch.

Dolly fell back, bringing her knees up, thighs parted, back arched, cunt open.

He fitted the snout of his cock to her cunt, wriggling it around with a circular motion. Her cunt lips dragged on him trying to pull him up her hole. He was in no hurry. He rubbed his peckerhead against the soft flesh of her inner thighs, just above the tops of her dark stockings and laid it on her cuntal mound for a moment. The broad, flat head resting in her pubic thicket like a snake in the grass, then fitted the tip to her slot once again. He began to push his dick into her, very slowly.

Despite her virginity, her cunt offered no resistance. In fact, her ever so ready pussy was clutching at him, sucking him up and in. He fed her cock inch by inch, and her cunt rippled up his length like a wringer.

Dolly began to gasps as if the sound were being forced out of her lungs by the big pump of his cock.

"Oh! Put it all in!" she cried.

Wintergreen braced himself and shoved the final inches up her steaming cunt, burying his cock to the hilt. He held steady for a moment, letting her cunt grow accustomed to being full of cock meat for the first time. Then he began to screw her with slow, luxurious strokes, his ass winding in like a screwdriver as he fed the prick to her. Rising to his knees, he angled in so that his strokes ran directly across her clit. She began to squirm and gyrate, her ass and hips grinding as he shoveled the load to her, faster and faster.

Wintergreen cupped his hands under her taut ass, lifting her pelvis like a platform before his belly; his dick pried into her like a crowbar, levering her cunt around. Spasms of lust shot through the girl, coming from all directions and flowing together in the depths of her pussy. Her fingertips tingled; her toes curled; her whole body began to vibrate.

Wintergreen was snorting like a stoker as he poured the fuel up her furnace.

His balls were ballooning as they slapped against her upraised ass and his cock swelled inside her, stuffing her full and spreading her clinging cunt wider with every stroke.

Dolly shuddered as the long, lateral waves of her climax began to ripple across her belly.

She was coming!

She was coming just as wonderfully as if they had really been fucking, instead of merely using her cunt to empty his balls-that ever so fine but important distinction.

Coming with a cunt full of pecker was much nicer than coming with a cunt full of fingers, she realized, and she began to jerk and jolt spasmodically on his great rod. Her cunt was bubbling and she was gurgling with joy and bliss, transported to ecstasy on his great locomotive of a prick as he chugged into her, riding his cock like a witch on a broomstick into the magic world of lust.

As her orgasm rose to a peak, Wintergreen plowed into her with vigorous strokes, going faster and faster until they were fairly flying together and his big plunger was spraying the cunt juice out of her hole in a fine mist.

Then he was at the peak, too, and he howled with the sensation. His cock surged inside her, and suddenly the girl felt his hot cum jetting savagely into her loins. For a split second, all her sensations were suspended as she thrilled to her first ever cuntful of cum; her own orgasm stopped for that instant as she concentrated on his, feeling his thick sap pour into her.

Then she was wracked by a spasm of blinding heat and her cunt melted as if her loins had turned to cunt juice and she had become a creature without substance, a thing of pure energy and sensation.

Wintergreen walloped his cock in lustily, spurting jet after jet of spunk up her hole, as if he were trying to douse her oil fueled fires with a blanket of thick foam, but his foam was combustible and instead of dampening the fires within her it only served to spread them more widely throughout her body.

Their simultaneous orgasms seemed to last for hours, the girl's sense of time gone haywire in the dimensions of her ecstasy.

Finally Wintergreen slowed, his balls drained, and only a trickle of steaming spunk oozed from his cockhead. Dolly continued to grind beneath him, working off the terminal waves of her climax on his steady prong.

He grinned down at her.

"Thank you," he said.

She couldn't speak for a moment. Her vocal cords seemed to have turned to cunt juice and could only make soft, fluid gurgles. Then she said, "Oh, I'm happy that I could help you, sir… that I could place my cunt at your disposal."

His cock was still jammed fast up her hole and it showed no signs of softening or diminishing.

He said, "When a gentleman has not got his rocks off for a year, he often needs to come several times."

Dolly smiled happily. His cum was already seeping into her body, becoming part of her and making room in her cunt for yet another load of the precious nectar of passion.

"Okay," she said. "But I'm not going to get much cleaning done today, I can see."

"Cleaning out my balls is the important thing." She could understand that and she smiled as his cock began to slide in and out again. Draining dicks was wonderful fun, she thought. It was probably almost as much fun as actually fucking.