Authors: A. Vivian Vane
Jennifer released Jack, and he sank to the couch with an exhausted groan. She stayed where she was for a moment, face upturned and smiling to let him admire their handiwork before she reached up to dab her eyelid clean and rose gracefully to her feet.
Opening her eyes, Jennifer smiled sweetly down at Jack. He was watching her with avid eyes, and she felt a lustful thrill. She put a hand on one hip and posed for him. Her tongue traced her lips, tasting spunk. She could feel the strings of cum gleaming on her cheeks, marking her like a whore, and her pussy dripped with wet arousal. "Mmm," she announced. "Yes. Nice and thick. You had a big load for me, didn't you?"
Jack nodded weakly. He lay sprawled on the couch with his pants around his ankles and his cock still pointed upward, glistening with spit and just beginning to soften. Jennifer grinned wickedly and reached down, wrapping a possessive hand around the shaft. "Ah, ah, ah," she chided, stroking him. "Not yet...it's my turn!"
Pivoting, Jennifer thrust her backside abruptly into Jack's face. She wriggled her rump, then
stepped up onto the couch, releasing his cock for a moment as she straddled his lap and dropped her wet slit down toward it. Moments later, Jack's prick was back in her hand, being gleefully guided toward the sperm-stained maid's pussy as she knelt astride his crotch.
"Oh God, yes," she groaned as the warm flesh brushed her outer lips. "I've been wanting this for years. Fuck me, Jack!"
With a grunt, Jennifer rammed down hard, and the breath rushed out of her in a gasp as Jack's prick plowed into her body. Releasing him, her hand slipped up to her clit, rubbing furiously, and she started to ride up and down with hard, demanding thrusts of her hips. Flesh slapped on flesh as Jennifer rode her prize, her tits bouncing and her face dripping with gooey cum.
"Yes!" she shrieked. "Harder! Fuck me like a little whore -- fuck me stupid and fuck me all night long!"
Jennifer's cries turned wordless as her first climax of the night exploded through her body. She threw her head back (slapping Jack in the face with a mane of wet red hair) and screamed. Her fingers flew against her clit, and the wet walls of her pussy clenched down hard enough to make the nobleman grunt beneath her.
With a triumphant shudder, Jennifer sank back down onto Jack's cock, ready to ride him over and over again until she'd had her fill of cumming...and then she heard a startled gasp, and opened her eyes to see Mary standing in the doorway, jaw dropped and eyes wide with shock.
Jennifer froze, knowing exactly what she looked like: a cumstained slut, riding astride her mistress's brother and frigging her own pussy as she did it. She looked up at Mary through sticky eyelashes and managed a sheepish grin.
"Oh," Jennifer said, making her voice as casual and cheerful as she could. "Hullo, Mary. Welcome home!" Her smile turned slowly wicked, and she reached up to give one of her naked breasts a soft, deliberate squeeze. She flicked her tongue out to lap a thick strand of spunk from her cheek.
"Did you want to join us?" Jennifer asked sweetly.
~
Bathwater splashed in the distance as Mary sat in bed and fumed beneath her nightshirt.
The concept of sleepwear had gone underused since the night she and Jennifer staggered in from the taverns. Luxuriating in their
newly broken barriers and the fine sheets the Baron and Baroness had provided for them, the two women had slept naked and entwined -- and had often stayed that way for some time upon waking, too.
But Mary was displeased, and she had decided to express that displeasure with a long, baggy nightshirt and a pair of decidedly unsexy drawers. Arms akimbo, she sat in bed, back against the headboard and glowering face turned toward the door as she waited for Jennifer to emerge from her second bath of the night.
The slap of bare feet on the floor heralded the redhead's arrival, and Mary made sure to furrow her brow sternly as the door handle turned.
To her credit, Jennifer slunk in with an appropriate (and perhaps even exaggerated) show of meekness. She had pulled on a proper robe, and her red hair was bound up in a towel, dispelling any seductive illusions. Mary gave a loud, disapproving sniff and looked away.
Jennifer offered a sheepish smile. "Madam Smythe," she murmured, pushing the door shut behind her. The latch clicked, shutting them in together. Mary had not heard a sound from her brother Jack since he fled the thoroughly awkward scene in her living room with an apologetic and unintelligible murmur; she assumed he had already barricaded himself in his suite and was working on suitably worded explanations for the morning.
"You're still angry, then, Madam?" Jennifer asked shyly.
"You slept with my brother!" Mary snapped. She did not look at her...friend? Servant? Lover? She was not sure how to think of Jennifer, exactly. Figuring out their new relationship had been hard enough without added complications!
Mary also did not voice her deeper concern: that coming home from a s
lightly strained dinner with a countess to find Jennifer astride Jack's cock, tits bouncing and face stained with white strands of seed, had left a
highly
erotic picture in her mind. The young noblewoman fidgeted beneath her sheets and tried to keep her face stern.
A hint of color flushed Jennifer's cheeks. "Well," she said, "yes. I mean...yes. I did." She held a fist up to her mouth and coughed delicately into it. "Actually, I had a lot of fun doing it. He's very good-looking, you know. And his cock works
just
fine."
"I could see that, thank you!" Mary snapped. Her face colored too, joining Jennifer's in its light flush. "It worked all over your face, by the look of it, and in your -- your pussy, too, and no wonder you needed a second bath!" She squirmed, trying not to think about the thick white stains she'd seen dripping down Jennifer's face. Or about how delicious the redhead had looked, straddling Jack and tossing her head (and her chest) back and forth with wild abandon...
Unwinding the towel from her hair, Jennifer hung it on the doorknob. She shook her wet red curls out. After a moment of hesitation, she untied the front of her robe and slipped out of that, too, stepping naked toward the bed.
Mary looked despite herself. She had seen her maid naked many times during their travels, but her mind had only recently opened up to the possibility that it could be an erotic experience.
She was amazed at how long she had managed to miss Jennifer's raw, sexual attractiveness. The redhead still looked delicious, despite Mary's ire: lithe and curvaceous, with a narrow waist between her soft bosom and her broad, heart-shaped hips. A tuft of flame-colored hair, neatly trimmed, drew the eye straight down to her crotch. Repeated exposure had not made Mary immune to the effect.
"Can I get in bed?" Jennifer asked meekly, hugging herself and shivering. Mary sniffed, but nodded. Jennifer looked both cold and helpless, with her wet hair and dripping skin...which was doubtless a deliberate effect, knowing the sly maid.
Damp skin cuddled up against Mary's forbidding garments as Jennifer slipped under the sheets. The naked woman snuggled shamelessly. She nuzzled her head into the crook of Mary's arm and slithered up alongside Mary. Their bosoms squished together, leaving a wet spot on the side of Mary's nightshirt.
"Jennifer..." Mary said with an irritated sigh. She got a gentle squeeze on her boob in reply.
Mary glared down at her maid -- and blushed, noticing the painfully obvious bump of her nipple as it tented the loose nightshirt outward. Glowering, she fluffed the blousy fabric until it hid the sensitive swell. "Jennifer!" she repeated. "I'm still angry at you, you know."
Somehow, Jennifer's hands had started running up and down the curve of Mary's thigh. Fingers slipped underneath the hem of her nightshirt, pushing it upward, and stroked at the linen drawers beneath. "I know you are!" Jennifer said earnestly. "And I'm sorry, I really am." Her fingertip wiggled, flicking down into the cleft between Mary's thighs and making the cloth there shift and flutter. "Isn't there
anything
I can do to make it up to you...?"
Her voice was a sultry purr, promising a very specific sort of "making up." Even Mary -- proper though she had been, until Jennifer's seduction the night of the wine bottle escapade -- knew an invitation when she heard one. She frowned and clenched her thighs together, hard enough to trap Jennifer's finger, and the maid gave a startled squeak.
"That's not going to work!" she snapped.
The pinned finger wriggled. It could barely move -- Mary had very strong thighs from all her years of riding -- but Jennifer had slipped just deep enough to brush the linen drawers teasingly back and forth across Mary's hooded clit. She bit the inside of her lip and tried to stifle a gasp. Much to her embarrassment, certain sensitive parts had grown very wet and puffy underneath her
clothes as she sat in bed and fumed, replaying the vision of Jennifer riding her brother's cock over and over in her head.
"No, really," she said, sounding less convincing even to her own ears. "Jennifer, you can't just make everything better by...ohhh, God." She raked her fingers through her hair; clutched at the short, dark bob. "Jennifer, stop that. I can't think when you do that."
Her legs loosened, ever so slightly, and the hidden finger immediately stretched and wriggled against her crotch. It did not move away. Mary shivered, her breath going shaky as Jennifer played expertly with the loose drawers, using the fabric to spread her caresses farther than the tip of her finger could reach alone.
"I just want you to be happy, Mary," Jennifer murmured. Somehow, her lips had gotten nestled right up into the crook of Mary's neck, and the redhead's breath blew warm on the sensitive skin. "Don't you like it when I touch you?"
The fingertip pressed down gently. Mary could feel it nudging insistently at her slit, coaxing the twin, swollen arcs of her labia apart. Soft linen nuzzled between the folds, wrapped around Jennifer's finger.
"Mmm," Mary said, closing her eyes for a moment to enjoy the sensation. "Yes, but Jennifer, really, you can't just go on sleeping with
everybody
, mm, oh, God, yes, don't stop doing that!"
Unthinkingly, Mary arched her spine, bracing her shoulders against the headboard and lifting her weight so that Jennifer's fingers could trace lower if they wanted to. Just the thought of her lover's touch drifting down toward her taut, crinkled pucker made Mary's pussy spasm, and Jennifer murmured approvingly as she felt the shudder against her fingertip.
"Shh," the redhead whispered soothingly. She stroked Mary's hair with the hand that wasn't busy elsewhere. Her lips brushed the eager noblewoman's earlobe; nibbled gently for a moment. "I won't stop, I promise. But I want you to be honest with me, Mary...did it make you hot, seeing me like that?" Her finger pressed harder for a moment, firm enough through the drawers to make Mary gasp. "Naked? Covered in cum? Riding your brother's cock?"
Blood rushed to Mary's cheeks. Her light flush of exertion turned into a deep, embarrassed blush at Jennifer's coarse language. Behind her closed eyelids, she could still see the scene in her mind's eye: the heave of Jennifer's breasts, the sticky mess of her face; the shining thickness of Jack's manhood as he plunged it in and out of Mary's dear friend and lover, over and over again...
It was wrong to even think about such a thing. Beyond wrong, to think of her brother involved in such a thing, even if they weren't truly related by blood! But Mary couldn't help herself. Eyes closed, she rocked up and down on Jennifer's fingertip, rubbing her pussy eagerly toward a shuddering climax as she replayed the wicked moment in her head. They had looked so
hot
together!
"Yessss," Jennifer purred. Her tone was one of deep satisfaction. She rubbed harder, and Mary bit her lip to stifle a cry. Pleasure roared through her body, overwhelming her; driving her toward an explosive brink. "I sucked his cock," Jennifer whispered fiercely into Mary's ear. Her finger flew up and down on the squirming noblewoman's clit. "I sucked it long and hard. He filled my mouth up with it. I took his load on my face and licked it off his balls. I rammed that cock into my pussy and rode it like a horny bitch...and you love hearing about it!"
Jennifer gave a last, triumphant flick of her wrist, and Mary cried out, her hips jerking as she came. Pleasure exploded outward from her clit, reducing her to a writhing, moaning mess in a rumpled nightshirt. Wetness soaked her linen drawers, as if she'd run for miles in them, leaving a little damp spot on the sheets beneath her.
Just as the touch became too strong, almost painful, it subsided, and Jennifer slowed her furious pace. Mary trembled in the afterglow as her lover coaxed her body down from its orgasmic peak. "There you are," Jennifer cooed sweetly in her ear. "That's better, isn't it? Sex feels
good.
I just needed a little while you were gone, that's all! And your brother was there, and he was such a gentleman...at first."
Panting, Mary tried to glare, but she couldn't quite manage it. She smiled tiredly and shook her head. "Jennifer," she moaned, "you're a bitch."
The redhead chuckled and gave Mary a pat on the crotch. Wet linen splatted softly against her hand. "Mmhm," she agreed, grinning and stretching. With a wiggle, she rolled upright in bed and popped up onto her knees to straddle Mary. Jennifer's tits bounced as she bent forward over the noblewoman, gazing down fondly into her eyes. "That's right," she agreed, "I'm the worst kind of bitch: a horny bitch in heat, and I need my cock!"