David Crane: The family maid

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.

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.