Chapter 4
Although she didn't see the old man for more than two or three hours a day, it was an important time for her father.
The young girl wandered over the grounds of the estate. Not a enthusiastic fan of natural splendor from the beginning, she became even more bored with the natural wonders that the estate held for her.
That is, except one natural wonder.
The natural wonder she saw which she became interested in, was the estates new apprentice gardener. He was a strong dark haired lad from Italy. He had fierce dark eyes, and looked more like a wild tiger than a man. From the first time that the young girl saw him, she had wanted him. But she did not want him like a woman usually wants a man, she wanted to tame and punish him. She wanted to show him the power that she held in her long slender arm.
One day while she was strolling along a heavily wooded area, she heard noises coming from a circle of well manicured bushes. The bushes were located improbably deep in the forest, and they surrounded a low stone bench which was set into the center of the circle. Kathy knew that the bench and the bushes had been on the estate for generations. As a young girl she had discovered the sight and had returned again and again to make a game and day dream in the quiet retreat.
Kathy walked slowly over to the low circle of foliage. The cover was dense and she couldn't see a thing through the thick interlocking branches of the shrubbery.
When she was right on the low bushes, she peered over the top. The sight she saw made her wet immediately. She couldn't believe it.
Right in the center of the low circle of bushes was the gardener's apprentice. But he wasn't alone. He was with a girl. It was Rosey from the kitchen. They were both on the long stone bench. A bottle of wine, some bread, cheese and a sliced apple were also set out nearby.
But that wasn't all. Rosey was practically naked. The young girl's top was off and her large, well, shaped tits were bouncing this way and that as she joked and laughed with the young dark man.
As for him, he also had his top off. His broad back with its thick knots of large muscles glowed under a thin film of perspiration.
Obviously they were both sunbathing. The gardener had probably persuaded the young girl to take her top off, and all that remained was for him to ply her with a little more wine before making his move. The young couple were both wearing blue jeans and from the way they fit, Kathy could see that they both had nice firm bodies.
The young girl was, to tell the absolute truth, not completely and genuinely outraged by the conduct which was taking place before her eyes. She was well aware that it was both Salvatore's and Rosey's day off. She also was well aware that the help often retreated to the private woods surrounding the estate. There was indeed no formal rule about it, just so long as they didn't get under foot of the family members.
Kathy watched the pair for a long time. Sal, as he was called around the house by the other staff members, was beginning to become more and more familiar with Rosey. He had begun to caress her fine, firm breasts, and she was touching his strong chest again and again.
As Kathy watched the two grow closer and closer to actually making love, she began to get hot. She could feel her pussy growing wetter and wetter. Her legs felt all trembly and for one brief sickening moment, she actually envied the help. How could that be? She had everything that they did not. But their simple childlike pleasures held her in a spell of fascination.
Finally Kathy could take no more of it. She would have to do something, or else she just knew that she would fly into a jealous rage.
There was a small entrance into the circle that the shrubbery formed and the young girl stepped through it, instantly drawing the attention of the young couple and immediately putting a halt to their innocent cavorting.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?" Kathy said, stepping boldly up to the two young people.
Both the boy and the girl fell silent. They were in a state of shock. Neither could believe that the young Mistress had found them so far from the estate, and that they had allowed themselves to get caught in such an embarrassing position.
"Rosey, why I am truly ashamed of you. What have you been doing out here? Were you about to have sex with this boy?" she asked, her voice firm and well modulated.
"No, Miss, I mean, I only took off my shirt so that I could get a even tan, for when I go to the beach next month," the young kitchen girl said, covering her large sensuous breasts with her shirt, by holding the garment up to her chest in a gesture that was pure modesty.
"Well, then I take it you won't even bother to deny that I saw you kiss this boy?" Kathy said, her voice rising.
"Well, yes, I mean, no, I mean, but Miss, it was only a kiss," the girl said flustered.
"Only a kiss? It was only a kiss. And a sigh is but a sigh, is that it?" She snapped at the girl who actually jumped back a foot or two.
"But, Miss. It was harmless. We come out here on our day off. It has nothing to do with our work at all," the gardener finally said, speaking up for the first time.
"You talk as if you own this property. As if it is yours. I suppose you believe that nature is something to be enjoyed by all, whether they own it or not, is that it?"
The gardener not understanding English very well, nodded his head in firm agreement. Yes, he did believe that nature and beauty were things to be enjoyed by everyone.
"Ha! Then you are a communist. I knew there was something wrong with you from the first time I laid eyes on you. I suppose that the next thing will be that you'll try to unionize and agitate our household staff. I suppose you intend to start with this little slut!" Kathy said, no actually working herself up into a real dither.
"No, Miss, I am not a communist. I do not march or go on strike. I just like to be around nature. To see beautiful things."
"Yes, I can tell, you didn't seem to be looking away from Rosey's chest for very long.'
"But, I, I," he began but the young heiress cut him off.
"Oh, so you can't even speak now. You communists sure do whistle a different tune when you have something on the line to lose. Well, okay, if that's how you are. I will have to report you both to my father immediately," and Kathy turned very dramatically and began to walk out of the circle.
"No, please, Miss, you can't please," Rosey cried to Kathy's back. Kathy could tell from the sound of the sobs, that Rosey was running toward her, and the young girl turned to meet the crying staff member face to face.
Sure enough the young girl had tears in her eyes. She had probably never been yelled out before, except for some minor scolding she received in the kitchen. Well, Kathy thought, this did her a world of good.
"Yes, well, what is it?" Kathy said, being careful to pronounce each word very, very carefully.
"Please, please, I'll do anything, but don't tell your father," the young girl sobbed. She, like everyone else at the house lived in mortal fear of the old man, who in fact, had very little conception of what actually went on with the help.
"No, don't tell him, and just why should I not tell him everything that I've seen here today?" Kathy asked, her voice spitting each word at the girl like small stones.
"Please, please, give me another chance, I'll do anything," Rosey begged, getting down on one knee and crying into Kathy's hand.
Now, this is more like it, the young girl thought. This is the way real servants should act.
The two young servants stood before the one young girl. They stood in a tight little knot, with Kathy standing just slightly apart from the other two.
"Well, then, will you do everything I say then?" Kathy asked suddenly, and by the tone of her voice it was apparent that everything that she asked would be embarrassing to say the least.
"Well, that w-would depend," the young girl responded in a quavering voice. Her cheeks were now blushing bright red and her eyes were wild, like those of a trapped animal.
"No, it will depend on nothing. Either you do what I say, or you will both be exposed for what you are," Kathy snapped, growing tired of the delay in having her wishes granted.
"Well, then, I don't suppose we have much choice," the young man answered.
"Now, that's the proper attitude," Kathy said complimenting the young man's willingness to keep his job through performing unknown but assuredly unpleasurable acts.
"I-I-sup-but-I have no choice," the girl stammered.
"That's right, you have no choice," Kathy said, stepping back towards the stone bench, and sitting down.
"Okay, what, what do you want from us?" the young man said, his face growing hard and drawn under the strain.
"No, that's not the proper attitude at all, not at all," Kathy said.
A silence fell over the unlikely trio.
"Now, let's just see what kind of a man you are, Sal. You, what is your name?" she asked suddenly pointing to the young girl.
"Elizabeth," came the answer in a small voice.
"Good, now Elizabeth, listen to me. I want you to take his cock and make it nice and hard, if you haven't gotten it hard already," Kathy said, and so saying very properly crossed her legs.
The young girl started to say something and then stopped. Her face was the picture of agony and guilt. She was trapped and had no choice and she knew it.
Very slowly she let the blouse drop from in front of her. It all seemed a horrible sham now anyway. Then, very slowly, she reached out and grabbed for Sal's zipper. Her small pale hand found the small tag and slowly pulled it down.
Kathy's eyes widened. She had never been so stimulated in all of her life. She felt as if she were in complete control. It was almost as if the two people before her were dolls. She controlled them. They would do whatever she said. A heady glow of power and sexual energy rushed through the young girl.
The zipper came down slowly. The gardener was wearing no underwear and his large pole immediately sprung into view. It was a thick cock and only half hard, it stood at half mask.
"Nice, very nice," Kathy said, and clapped softly and properly using just the tips of her fingers against the palm of her other hand.
"Now, be a good girl and get him all hard," Kathy instructed.
The other girl's hand moved slowly toward the cock. It moved as if it were travelling through water. There was a slowness of resistance in every move it made.
Finally the pale white hand touched the thick dark cock. The contrast was startling. The hand rested lightly in the middle of the shaft. The cock was so thick, even though it was half erect, the hand would not fit completely around it.
Kathy could see the hand move. It squeezed at the thick shaft. And then the hand began to caress the monster prick. It moved in slight delicate little movements.
The cock grew before Kathy's eyes. Little by little the prick grew larger and harder. It hardly seemed possible that such small movements could excite the large cock so. Little by little the thick tube of meat increased in its state of sexual excitement and grew in size. Little by little the hand began to move with increasing speed over the cock. Then the cock was fully erect. It was so large that the young girl's hand barely fit around the shaft. It pulsed and throbbed, and the young man could not control the small smile that broke out over his face under the careful and talented ministrations of the girl.
As for the young girl, she watched her hand slide up and down over the hardened meat. Her eyes seemed glued to the thick shaft and the larger it grew, the larger her eyes grew. Both boy and girl were now seemingly completely oblivious to the third person who had forced them into the situation.
The cock was twitching with excitement now. It twitched slowly and steadily as the young girl ran her hand up from the base where the balls joined it, to the very tip where the sensitive, sexy crown met the red head. Elizabeth's hands played a gentle and insistent pattern across its sensitive skin.
"Okay, that's quite enough of that," Kathy suddenly said, and both the young man and the girl looked up at her, as if seeing the heiress for the first time.
"You heard me, unhand that man," Kathy snapped.
The girl's hand fell away from the hard cock and returned to the girl's said. Kathy noticed that both of Elizabeth's nipples were puckered and erect with excitement.
Both the boy and the girl stared at Kathy. Their eyes seemed blank and the only detail that showed any emotion was the twitching cock that stuck straight out from the toothy mouth of Sal's zipper.
"I would very much like to see you lick it, the cock that is," Kathy said. And then the young girl leaned forward on the bench in order to better watch the show.
Very slowly the young girl fell to her knees. The couple could not have been more than four feet from Kathy and the rich young girl was treated to an exceptional view as the maid slowly brought her head to the tip of Sal's cock.
The maid stuck out her tongue with an agonizing slowness. The tip of the little pick tongue touched, very lightly, the tip of the gardener's cock. The young man could not suppress a small cry as the tongue, moist and hot as it was, touched the most sensitive part of his large pulsing pecker.
The tongue retreated back into its mouth, and then very slowly, reappeared and touched the tip of the cock again. The cock was twitching and pulsing like crazing now, and the young girl had to steady the throbbing pecker with her hand in order to aim it toward her tongue.
The girl's sweet little tongue made slow, lazy orbits around the stiff cock. Around and around it went, little by little it crept more and more down the length of the shaft. Slowly, slowly the small pink tongue trailed its way down the shaft. Slowly, slowly the girl moved her head this way and that, letting her tongue trace and invisible and moist pattern down the length of the young man's cock.
The gardener was unable to control himself. His hips thrust forward and her hands trembled as the young girl worked on his pecker. There was no getting around it, he was getting excited, they both were, whether Kathy was watching or not.
The girl's talented tongue finally reached the base of his thick prick. The tongue circled and circled the shaft, leaving a slick trail as it travelled up and down the pole.
Then the young girl took one of his large balls into her mouth. She worked at the ball gently yet persistently, turning it first one way and then the other, using her tongue to her best advantage.
Then slowly she let the ball drop from between her two moist and full lips. Her tongue followed it part way from her mouth and then withdrew back into the warm darkness.
Very slowly then, Elizabeth began kissing his cock. She kissed his thick shaft from the base to the tip, letting her tongue glide over each little part of the mighty shaft her little perky tongue touched.
When she got to the very tip of his cock her mouth paused for a moment. There was a brief hesitation in her action, and then she drew the cock into her mouth. The pecker seemed to move into her mouth as if motivated by a force from within, from within.
"Bravo, bravo!" Kathy said, cheering in a restrained voice and clapping with a burst of mock enthusiasm.
The cock rested in the girl's mouth for a moment. It was just barely between the lips and her tongue worked busily at the head like a soft fluttering bird around the crown.
Very slowly then the young girl began to take more and more of the thick throbbing pole into her mouth. Little by little she let the thick shaft slide between her slightly parted lips. Little by little her tongue massaged each inch of sensitive pecker as it entered her mouth.
When the pecker was all the way into the young girl's warm, wet mouth, her cheeks bulged and her tongue continued to massage and caress the thick tube of hard flesh. The hard tip of the cock was securely wedged at the back of her throat and her lips were opened wide.
Then the gardener began to move his hips. At the first gentle thrust of his hips the young girl was startled, and then she began to move her head in time to his hips and the effect was not at all unpleasant for the young man.
The thick shaft would slide almost completely out of the girl's moist lips, it would rest on them until just the very tip remained in her mouth, and then, little by little the thick shaft slide back into her mouth. Her eager and gentle tongue caressing each inch of the shaft as it entered her warm mouth.
Again and again he plunged his shaft all the way into the young girl's mouth. Again and again the shaft came sliding out of her mouth, between her two full lips, until it looked as if it would escape altogether, and then just as it was about to fall from between her lips, it would begin its gentle and pleasurable journey back.
While all of this was going on, unbeknownst to the two participants, Kathy had slipped a hand under her dress and had begun to frig herself. She moved her hand lovingly between the lacy material of her panties and slip. Her finger touched and teased at her already moist cunt. Again and again she let her finger playfully slide up and down her wet slit. Then she let her finger enter her pussy, she could feel the walls and muscles contract and flex under the gentle probings of her finger.
Kathy's pussy was wet. It was wetter then she had ever remembered it being. Again and again she let her finger slide in and out of her throbbing cunt. Her finger was gleaming and slick in no time. Her legs were spread far apart, and she knew that with the erotic show these two were putting on, she would not be able to last much longer.
"Okay, that's enough, stop, please stop," Kathy instructed the two servants. The girl froze in mid-caress of the gardener's cock, and the gardener looked quickly over to the other young woman, whom he noticed was frigging herself.
Slowly the cock, thick and pulsing, slid from between the moist full lips of the young girl. Both servants studied the heiress carefully, waiting for further instructions.
"Now, Sal, come here, I believe I'd like you to er, service me a little," the young rich little girl said.
Slowly the young man walked toward the figure on the stone bench. He approached cautiously, taking slow step after slow step until he was standing directly in front of the young girl. His hard, pulsing cock stood right out in front of him. It was still moist and gleaming from the young woman's mouth, and it seemed to shine and refract in a thousand directions as the sun hit it.
Kathy pulled up her dress. The lace panties quickly came down, pulled viciously from her shapely legs by her trembling fingers. Her pussy was wet. Tiny drops of moisture hung on the golden hairs of her cunt like little ornaments on a Christmas tree. The two little pouty lips were spread far apart, and the delicate pink lining of her cunt bid a welcoming glow to the young man.
As the young man hotly watched, Kathy spread her legs further and further apart. She had kicked off her shoes, and the white stockings which she had worn were well dug in at the heel.
Finally the young man stood directly in front of her. He stood there for a long time, his legs spread far apart, but still not as far apart as the young girl's legs between which he stood.
Kathy leaned back on the bench. She let herself stretch out, and with a slight motion of her hips, instructed the young man to come to her. The gardener took another two steps toward the young girl and then he was on her.
He had to kneel slightly and position himself carefully between Kathy's long shapely legs. Then his cock was touching the pussy lips of the young heiress. He could feel her moist cunt. It seemed to be generating heat.
Slowly the young man's cock slipped into the young girl's pussy. Inch by inch the gardener's cock vanished into the young girl's cunt.
The cock seemed to fill her. She thrust her hips up off of the hard stone of the bench in order to meet his gentle thrusting. Inch by inch the cock filled her until it was sunk in her pussy to the very hilt.
Kathy thrust her hips up once again. She began to wiggle her hips and thrust her ass off the bench.
Then he began to fuck her. He fucked her in long solid strokes in and out of her wet pussy. In and out, in and out. Again and again he thrust his solid pole of flesh into the young girl's aching, dripping cunt.
"Yes, fuck me! Fuck me, with your huge hard pole! That's it, drive it into my pussy!" Kathy yelled at the young man.
Then she began to speak to the other young girl.
"Here, come here, let me play with your lovely tits! Let me kiss you. I want to feel your hot mouth on mine!"
The young girl approached the heiress slowly. She walked towards the scene of her employer being fucked by the gardener with great trepidation. But still, as a girl, she could not completely drive the thought from her mind, that the hot, hard cock being driven in and out of Kathy Cumwot's puss, was the same cock that should have been plunging in and out of her own wet pussy.
The young maid leaned down close to her employer. Kathy's hands which were holding Sal around the neck, reached up and grabbed the maid around the neck, pulling her toward the heiress's mouth.
The two young beautiful girls' mouths touched and an electric shock ran through both of them. It was as if the maid could feel the power, the energy of the gardener's thrusting cock through the soft, wet tongue of the other girl.
Kathy's tongue thrust into Elizabeth's mouth. Their tongues met and danced in the wet darkness.
At first the maid was hesitant. She had never done anything like that before. She had never been attracted to another woman before. But suddenly she found herself getting hotter and hotter as she kissed the young beautiful girl beneath her, and felt her tongue trembling with lust and desire.
Suddenly Elizabeth found herself kissing the other woman back. She found her tongue probing and dancing into the other's mouth. She found her arms embracing the other girl, holding her close and trembling to her new kissed lips.
Meanwhile, Sal was continuing his unceasing fucking of Kathy. His cock slid in and out, in and out of the girl's clenching flexing pussy. With each thrust of the cock Kathy sent her tongue thrusting deep into the maid's mouth.
Suddenly Kathy reached up. She released her grip on the young girl's neck and began to unzip her pants. She wanted to feel the other girl's pussy on her fingers. She wanted to taste the maid's pussy.
Realizing what her mistress was doing the maid quickly complied, stripping out of the clothes which she wore. Then she stood naked, awaiting for the next order that her employer would give her.
She didn't have to wait long.
Kathy reached up and inserted a finger into the maid's pussy. It was wet. It was soaking with the juices of lust and desire.
The young girl let her finger travel up and down the moist crack of the maid's pussy, and then plunged a thin finger into the sopping opening.
The maid let out a slight yelp of pleasure and then softly ground her cunt down further on the other girl's finger.
Quickly, quickly the finger probed and massaged the girl's well-shaped cunt. She let the finger travel up and around the wet snatch, massaging the inside as well as the clit, and draw sigh after sigh, moan after moan from the young girl.
Then Kathy hung her head over the edge of the stone bench. She pulled the young maid closer to her, exerting a slight pressure by pulling her by the pussy. The girl came to Kathy obediently. She came knowing what would happen.
Kathy raised her head slightly and stuck out her tongue. The maid's pussy tasted salty and good. It tasted like a new, fresh pussy, and Kathy let her tongue luxuriate in it.
"Ohhhhh, yessssssss," Elizabeth moaned as the young debutante let her tongue swim and probe in her snatch.
Again and again Kathy brought her tongue up to the girl's sensitive clit and let it flutter and fly around the tight little button.
They were all moving now in perfect timing. The three of them had coordinated their timing as well as any Broadway dance troupe. The maid had reached down and grabbed a hold of Kathy's head, bringing it further up to fit neatly between her legs.
Sal was still plunging away, although he could feel himself drawing close. And Kathy could feel an orgasm building deep in her pussy. Wave after wave of pleasure rose in her, each falling short, until finally she felt that last wave break through the barrier and coming crashing over her entire body.
Kathy's cunt closed and contracted tightly, gripping the gardener's cock with inhuman strength, and forcing him to slow down his relentless thrusting. Sal could feel himself beginning to come. He could feel the strong liquid movement inside of his balls and his ass tightened with pre-orgasm excitement.
Then Elizabeth began to come. Her cunt clenched and spasmed under the constant fluttering of Kathy's tongue. Again and again she felt the talented tongue ripple and play across her sensitive clit. She felt the head move and dance in her grasp as the first jet of warm come shot from Sal's throbbing cock into Kathy's cunt.
When it was over, the three of them lay exhausted, on and around the bench. There was a bond there, but neither the maid nor the gardener knew how close it was.
Finally Kathy raised her head slightly. Her eyes were glazed over and when she spoke her voice was still husky from lust.
"I'm going to count to three and close my eyes. When I open my eyes I want both of you gone from this place," she said. It was then the maid and the gardener knew how close the bond was.
Neither of the servants bothered to get dressed. They simply grabbed up their clothes that were lying around the area and ran off to a secluded part of the estate in order to dress and return to their quarters.
Kathy opened her eyes on the count of three and saw the last flash of ass cheek vanish behind a bush.
And then she was alone.
Kathy stayed on the bench for a long time. She let her eyes close once more and soon she was asleep.
Through her sleep Kathy heard the birds singing and the crickets begin to start up. She heard the distance cracking and brushing sounds of the woods. Her cunt still throbbed and ached a little with all of the attention, and she felt at peace with the world.
When the young girl awoke from her sleep, it was dark. The forest was deserted and for a moment the girl panicked.
She began walking toward the house, or the direction she could be guess that the house lay in, and soon, she detected the lights of the manor in the distance. From there, it took her only a quarter of an hour or so to reach the back door.