David Crane: The family maid

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.