David Crane: The family maid

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.