Chapter 2
One day my mother became sick. According to her I was too young to look after the household and she thought it better to engage a woman lor .the purposes of cleaning up. She refused to call this woman by the name of her employment, a maid.
I was astonished. Knowing my mother, how could she employ someone who would cost her money? It would certainly be expensive for this woman who was so tight .with bills and the like. It was then that I learned that my father had received a promotion. He became the director of his small factory. His salary had by no means been insufficient up to that time. But now we were going to have a maid.
She was a woman of some forty years of age and rather large. Her mouth was somewhat disdainful for a maid, especially with her broken nose and her strong body, a body which was extremely curvacious for a working woman. She never seemed to smile and her dark* look penetrated right through me. She appeared to be the counterpart of my diabolical lover. The way she walked disturbed me. She tip-toed so silently that more than once I was taken aback to find her by my side suddenly and quite unexpectedly. Sometimes I would grow green with fear at the rapid intrusion.
I grew mistrustful of Gertrude. One night, a Saturday night to be exact, after my father had gone to bed, we had a long conversation. it was the first time that I learned a great deal about our maid.
We sat in the dining room in a dim light, because of expenses we had to keep the lights lew, and Gertrude sewed buttons on a blouse. She had to look hard at her work because the light was very weak. While she threaded a needle she said without looking up.
"It must not he very amusing for you, Miss, in this house."
"How right you are, Gertrude. It isri*t any fun at all. Sometimes I feel like the living dead and this is the way it will always be."
"Lucky for you that you can borrow your father's prised library books."
"Gertrude, how do you know about that?"
"Oh, I know about it, Miss. Don't ask me bow. There are many things I know. Miss as her way of enjoying herself as well... in fact every night... at least once a night I should say."
"Oh, Gertrude..."
I thought I would die of shame. I turned beet red, then white and then started to stutter, trying to eliminate everything by a vague response. I could say nothing. Gertrude intervened happily to put an end to my sheepish embarrassment.
"Don't worry about it. All young girls do the same thing... and even grown-up woman... It shouldn't be exaggerated though' Humph, there is no danger in it at all... and it does give an undeniable pleasure... especially when you don't have anything else to do with your liœe."
"In other words, you are excusing me from my little preoccupations?"
I looked longingly at Gertrude to see what her response would be. I wanted a favorable answer.
"I pardon you, my dear... and it will never be I who will tell your parents. To tell the truth, you're the only one I like in this household. Your parents don't have any heart. They shouldn't leave you in such straits."
"It's nice of you to say so. At least that consoles me. I mean having someone who understands. You know it means a lot. I think we are going to be good friends, my dear Gertrude."
"I should like nothing better, Miss. It will be our little secret between us... a delicious secret... a love secret. And to show you how much I count on your affection, I'll tell you something about myself. I myself do the same thing... Yes, yes. I caress myself... and with a certain perversity."
Suddenly a burning excitement took hold of me I knew what it was... I relaized that I now had a friend and that soon we could he together. Without any doubt, Gertrude was thinking the same thing.
She got up and put the blouse on the chair and then threw her arms around my neck. She looked deep into my eyes. She didn't smile, but instead she fixed me to the spot. She appeared as though she wished to hypnotize me. I began to tremble. I waited with emotion in the hope of finding a pleasant end to this encumbering moment. I wanted it to happen right there, immediately, right in the dinning room and I didn't care how it would be done. I let myself go. I became soft under her touch.
"You're ready to begin something that might prove costly, Mies."
Her lips were pressed against my ear and she kept up the intrigue.
"I know you went to confession... I can guess everything. It's the best moment of all."
"Gertrude, please don't call me Miss any more. Just call me Lucy."
"Lucy, my dear Lucy... I have loved you from the first day that I set eyes on you. Yes, when I first put my foot into this house and saw you at the door. I'm on your side... I am your dearest friend. You can tell me anything."
"Oh, Gertrude I can really confide in you."
She put her hand on my neck and gave it a good massage. Oh, how I needed that hand and its wonderful sensation. It felt so good. It was the first time that I felt a human contact on my hungry body. It was different and so splendid.
Her hands left my neck and insidiously were placed on my breasts. She began to caress my nipples and I thought I would die of happiness.
"Lucy, you want something special tonight. You aren't going to tell me differently are you."
"Gertrude, oh, Gertrude... I don't... know... I feel so so funny... I've never felt like this before."
"You would really like to be nude, Lucy, wouldn't you?"
"Oh, Gertrude..."
Suddenly she moved back a step and with one quick gest she raised her skirt. I saw her abdomen and the mysterious triangle of hair. Her skirt fell.
"Gertrude, why... It was so... so attractive."
Still standing in front of me she whispered to me.
"Now, it's your turn."
I didn't have any underpants on and just she like how I showed her my bare belly even though my gesture was a bit clumsy. Then she raised her skirt up again, bent toward me and kissed me flush on the mouth. Then our looks betrayed us. We only had eyes for our respective nudity. Our thighs spread apart slowly and we were both quite hot.
"I'm dying to do something wicked, Lucy."
"I feel the same Gerty."
We stood there spellbound and shaking. I was the first to break the heated atmosphere.
"I'm so happy, so very happy to have you as a friend, Gertrude."
"We*re going to get on famously, Lucy. We are going to really love each other. We are going to roll in delight and pleasure. And above all, we are going to do what pleases us."
It was at that precise moment that my mother called from her bedroom and Gertrude had to leave me to care for her. Daring the time she was gone I remained, immobile in the half-darkened room. I stood there trembling, excited, imagining what was going to happen.
A few minutes later, Gertrude came back. She was furious. Her face showed it and I began to worry.
"Your mother wants me to spend the night in her room. She says she doesn't feel well and she doesn't want to be alone. What a hell, of time for this to happen. I was hopnig..."
I was just as angry as Gertrude about it. All at once I hated my mother. Why did she have to intervene at such a time? She was hindering me from realizing my goal, something I held dear. I wasn't indifferent one bit. It was hate for her that I felt strongly. It came just like that in one brusk thrust. I was falling in love with Gerty and I wanted her more than anything else. She was the one who taught me how to live or rather would tell me and act it out with me. She was the one who would bring joy into my young life.
I even went so far as to detest my father. He also never thought of his daughter as a human being. For him I was just a hampering object useless and had to be put up with. I was just someone to feed and cloth and my mental or social life didn't count for him either.
I was forced to go to my room. Happily, the book which I stole earlier that day consoled my disappointement a bit. However, I didn't feel quite up to masturbating. I thought of Gertrude and I knew with her it would be more amusing, much more exciting to do certain things.
It was difficult to get her nude stomach out of my head. Her free movements with me intrigued me. I even thought of her mouth which should be ideal for certain caresses and to murmur many worthwhile phrases of love. I didn't tell myself that I was going against the laws of nature and would drift on the reefs of perversity. I really didn't care. I felt driven to something that was more important than simple thought processes. The books I read talked of different perversities with all the details. I didn't find the books or what they had to say in the least abnormal. Normalcy was in the mind in the same way that abnormality was. I was convinced of this.
About one o'clock I fell into a deep sleep. The book had fallen out of my hands on to the carpet.
The next morning, Gertrude brought me breakfast. It was a treat having breakfast in bed. She took advantage of my semi-nude state to caress me a little. She even kissed me on the mouth uttering Words of love.
I asked her how she bad spent the night.
"Not so well. I had the impression that your mother didn't want me to rest one hour. During the time that she says she is sick she just seems to rest. But at night she rarely gets a proper wink of sleep. And this way she takes it out on others. She is terribly tyrannical. I could even swear that she suspects something between us. And yet, I never made any advances and never showed that I could be in love with a young girl like you... as far as that goes... any other woman."
"Nothing happened then, Gertrude." "Nothing has happened as yet." She smiled the smile of a blooming sensual woman. She gazed at me longingly. "But it won't be long. I want to..."
I thought she would take a hunk put of my shoulder. Her eyes were wet and she was nervous.
"No one is going to prevent me from doing what I wish to do. I will not give up my project. I'll put everything out of the way to fulfill my desire. I would rather walk all over your mother than give you up."
"You're right Gertrude. You musn't renounce. I'm with you. You're the only one who hasn't been hitter and indifferent to me. Everything I read in those hooks I'll live out with you... even the worst and most vicious events. I love you more than my parents... much more, I detest them so much now."
"You will see how famously we will get along. We'll have a full life together. Everything you read in your father's books you'll lire out with me... all those savoury experiences. I intend to teach you everything that one is capable of learning. To begin with, this very afternoon, we can be alone and tranquil. We can finally give to one another and be very close."
That day I helped Gertrude with the housework. But how were we going to handle my mother, who certainly would be up to our slightest caprice? We bad to restrain ourselves and to .smother our desires.
Lunch came and we all took our places at the table. Gertrude served my mother a very ample lunch. My mother in her healthful ways asked for some fruit juice as an after lunch quencher.
I became visibly nervous. Wasn't she going to leave us alone? This stalling became terrifically irritating. She always wanted something, some more butter, bread, or whatever it was.
A few minutes later, Gertrude called to me from my mother's room. I hastened up there to see what was wrong. When I entered I saw Gertrude standing before my mother who was sound asleep. I had the impression she was never going to wake up again. For an instant I was horrified.
"You can see what a dose of sleeping pills will do. There you have a real sleeping lamb. She'll be in the arms of Morpheus for at least two solid hours."
She drew back from the bed and unbuttoned her skirt. It fell to the floor and I saw her stomach, her thighs and her luscious ass.
"Do the same thing. Take off your dress, Lucy. Go on, don't be timid."
"You mean here . Right in front of...?"
"How else will you have a real joy. Hasn't she made it difficult enough for you?"
Gertrude helped me take off my dress by slipping it over my warmed head. "While I still had on my bra she caressed my teats and moved her big body up against mine. I felt hot and quite ill at ease because of the enormous sleeping hulk of woman there. Suddenly she forced my thick thighs apart. "Let yourself go... Relax..." She said in a low scarcely audible voice.
She acted quickly and came straight to the point Gertrude's competence was a masterpiece to behold. I hugged her, opened my legs, and offered myself to her experienced touch.
"I'm going to masterbate you. Can't you feel me? It's good isn't it?"
"Oh, it's good, alright... Gertrude... you're making me... oh Gerty, how fine it all is... I love to be caressed by you, my darling."
"And now do the same to me. Go on, don't be afraid. She isn't going to wake up. Remember that we're having a good time right under her very nose. Isn't it a marvelous vengeance on this egotistical female who threatens to run your life?"
"Oh, Gerty... I'mmm going to come... right here in this room... in front of her."
However, Gertrude still had a task to perform. She took off her own blouse and the rest of her lingerie and stood completely naked before the young girl that I was in this uncensored affair.
She left me alone while she arranged her clothes. I felt a mixture of warmth and fear and for a moment I thought the fear was winning out.
On the bed my mother stormed with a flood of snoring as though it were coming from a badly tuned barrel organ.
When I was entirely nude, I didn't prevent the loving Gerty from going on her knees before me. She kissed me all over profoundly while inch by inch I spread my thighs.
Then I felt her mouth crisp against my wet box and it was the first time that an oral touch was felt in this particular 6pot.
A voracious mouth hung to my twat and an agile tongue flitted in and out of the opening. My cunt was torrid and dripping. I felt that I was losing all my substance. I seemed to be swimming in a torrent of pleasure juice.
Cunningly, I gave a roll of my beely and my cunt slipped up to the belaboring mouth.
I loved having her head there in my precious pussy.
Her lecherous caresses became more profound and I slowly succumbed to the intensity of her love play. I was at the heitght of a tremendous joy and I could only give in. She was drawing it out of me bit by bit. I could no longer hold back. I launched my juicy fluid in the awaiting mouth of the illustrous maid who had won my charms. She opened her mouth wide to let it drip in. I don't think she wanted to lose a drop the miserable glutton.
And yet, during my explosive outburst, she kept tonguing the slit like a mad devil. She tapped my clitoris as though it were the treasure place oœ the world. At least it was my favorite spot. She and I learned this quite rapidly. Oh, how stiff and welcoming was my dear, dear clitoris.
After this stupendous climax, I felt weak on my legs. It was a great effort to stand and I groped around and finally fell into Gertrude's arms. She carried me to my room. I adored her strength and persistance.
Once in my room she put me on my bed and took me in her arms. It was magnificent to he coddled this way. When I shook off my fatigue I leapt to her neck. With my wiry arms around her bull-like neck I whispered in her ear.
"I love you Gerty."
"I love you as well, Lucy."
I began to climb all over her massive nude body, rubbing my electrified skin against hers. I kissed her everywhere. I wanted to give her the same delicious moments she gave me.
As soon as my head was between her thighs and I could smell the odor emanating from her cunt, I realized that I was smelling something that I would be looking for the rest of my life.
Nothing smells as good as a woman's cunt: a plump one, a wet one, above all, a hot juicy one.
Gerty placed a hand on my head and pushed it against her cunt.
"Suck... lick..." she told me. "I can't wait any longer; I can't pretend any more... Get to the bottom of it... I've been wanting to be lapped by you for a long long time... I guessed that you were capable of letting yourself go to any length... that you were made for vice,... Let's then be depraved... all the way. Make me come, Lucy darling."
Although I was awkward-it was the first time that I lapped a woman-I did not do ton badly, and it only took her a few momenta to fill my mouth with a powerful flow of thick liquid. The odor became stronger; her cunt hotter. My heart was beating against her thighs. Unbearable palpitations shook my body.
Miraculously, I came once more while Gerty was saying to me with a languishing voice i
"We'll do it again."
"As often as you want," was my reply.