Chapter 3
"Mmmmm, Suzette, that's lovely, oh, suck me some more, Suzette!" Marina moaned as the French maid rubbed her tongue around her mistress's clit. Obediently, the French girl drew Marina's clit into her mouth and began to suck at ,it. Cunt juice gushed from Marina's hole, coating Suzette's chin.
Marina loved her long afternoons with Suzette. Marina had had quite a few women, picked up at lesbian bars in the city or seduced from the bridge and shopping circuits that Marina traveled, but the maid gave the best cunt licking in Westchester County! Suzette had been working for the St. Peters for three years now, and Marina still hadn't been bored by the girl's ingenious tongue.
The night that Dan had so cruelly fucked her on the sofa in the study had happened almost a year ago, and Marina hadn't craved a cock since. The only things the haughty society matron wanted in her slit were a soft, feminine tongue, or a thick dildo, so long as it was being wielded by a feminine hand.
It had been a pretty hard year, what with Tina acting up so much and Dan staying later and later on Wall Street. Ever since the night that Dan had spanked his daughter, Tina had been nothing but trouble. That incident of sucking off the boy in the alley was nothing compared to Tina's rebellion now. Half the time when Tina was at school, she was swearing at the teachers, or smoking in the John, or instigating food fights in the cafeteria. The other half of the time, Tina didn't bother to show up at all. Marina knew in the pit of her stomach that the fifteen year old had not been a virgin for quite some time, although she had no idea who had taken her daughter's cherry, or when.
Marina couldn't have guessed that Tina barely remembered herself, having made it with so many of the Salton boys at this point. Tina had a reputation as an easy lay in the private high schools, but the boys could never be sure of her. Sometimes she would agree to go out with one of them, coming on all hot and heavy at the movies or else the expensive rock concerts that she enjoyed. She would rub her date's cock right though his trousers, right there in the darkened auditorium, and let him inch his sweating fingers into her blouse, feeling the warm tits that seemed to get bigger every week. She would whisper to him in the dark that she couldn't wait to fuck him.
And then just as suddenly, in the car, or in the taxi, she would announce that she had changed her mind. "I think I can wait to fuck you," she would announce as the boy hopefully pulled the car into her parents' driveway. He had planned to screw her right in the front seat, under the dark trees of her parents' estate, and then suddenly she would be pulling her blouse straight, obscuring her braless tits, and running up the path to the house.
But with other guys, she would make the plans, even going so far as to sneak into the Salton School after classes and sneak the lucky boy into the gym locker room where he could have her instantly, laying her out on one of the benchs and kneeling on the floor between her open thighs, his cock buried quick and hard in her shivering quim.
Tina was a confused young girl, and the steady insistent distaste she felt for her parents, coupled with the persistent itch she felt in her cunt, made her all the more difficult to cope with.
Marina blamed Dan. If you hadn't spanked her so hard, the woman silently addressed her husband every morning at the breakfast table, and if you were home sometimes, I wouldn't be getting these humiliating phone calls from the school every day! Tina's truancies and exploits were beginning to cut into Marina's social life, making her miss a gossipy garden party or bridge luncheon every time the headmaster insisted that Mrs. St. Peters come into the city and pick up her daughter.
Suzette had been a great comfort to her mistress during the trying year.
"Oh, Suzi, help me take off the rest of my clothes," Marina had moaned that June morning. Marina had just come back from the city, where, with the help of Mr. Marcus, the headmaster at Dreary, she had finalized the plans for securing a summer job for Tina.
Marina knew what kind of language Tina would let fly when her mother told her that she was going to spend the summer as a counselor at the exclusive Catskills camp where Tina had gone every summer up until last year.
Well, Marina thought to herself as Suzette helped her mistress unzip her skirt and tug off her jacket, that's just too bad. Out there in the middle of nowhere, Tina can't go sneaking off and finding boys. She'll be out of my hair, thank God!
"Would you like to prepare you a bath, Madame?" Suzette asked her employer. Although the two women had been lovers for several years, Suzette was still in Mrs. St. Peters' employment, and the maid never overstepped the class boundaries which separated them.
It was up to Mrs. St. Peters to tell Suzette to draw the bath, freshen her drink, or make love to her.
Right now, Marina was feeling a little tired from the long drive, and her back ached just a little, making her wince as Suzette drew the expensive jacket off of her arms. "Yes, a bath would be lovely. And give me a back rub first, too. And I would like a little something to drink."
Dutifully, Suzette poured Marina a long, tall Collins. The astute maid knew that the drink always came first, even if it was requested last.
A back rub, and then a bath. Although the bath might have to wait a bit. Suzette was feeling randy that morning, and she would try to entice her employer into a love session, too.
Walking around the bedroom in her silk slip, Marina sipped the Collins. Perfect on this warm day, Marina decided. She peeled her slip off over her head, feeling cooler, and then unhooked her matching bra and slid off her panties. She still wore the same size she had before Tina was born, and she looked fondly at the pretty lace garments as she laid them neatly over the back of a chair.
"Oh, Madame, you should have let me do that!" Suzette told her employer as she returned from the bathroom. "There should be enough water in a few minutes, Madame." The deep sunken tub took a long time to fill up. "Would you like me to massage your back until it is ready?"
Marina nodded. Barefoot and naked, she crossed to the bed that was all hers now. Dan slept in a guest room that he had slowly taken over during the last decade. Marina stretched out on her belly, arms crossed under her cheek as she closed her eyes and waited for the first, firm touch of Suzette's massage.
"Mmmmm," Marina murmured in the back of her throat. Suzette was kneeling beside her on the bed, using both hands on the base of
Marina's neck. The tender flesh ached pleasurably as Suzette's fingers worked down to the muscles and tendons in Marina's neck and shoulders. Suzette had smoothed baby powder on her hands before starting, which Marina much preferred to sticky oils.
The warm, deep stroking was moving down her back now, between her shoulder blades. Marina was aware of her bare tits squashed between the bed and her chest as Suzette kneaded her back thoroughly. Her nipples were getting hard as Suzette's fingers massaged Marina's sides, moving against the super-sensitive sides of those big, warm tits.
"Shall I work a little lower, Madame?" Suzette asked. Her light French accent always acted like an aphrodisiac for Marina, and the older woman nodded as Suzette shifted around on the bed, straddling Marina's thighs.
Marina's ass looked like a soft feather pillow where Suzette longed to lay her head. Not yet, though. First the French girl shifted her short, black maid's skirt so that it floated out over Marina's thighs, almost covering her mistress's ass cheeks, but not so much that Suzette couldn't see the smooth white globes in her hands.
Suzette applied the kneading motions to Marina's ass cheeks, cupping and clutching the flesh, pulling the cheeks a little with each stroke. Marina groaned deep in her throat as after a minute Suzette increased the pressure and the rate at which she was massaging her mistress. Marina knew that her puckered brown ass hole would be peeking cheekily at the maid every time the French girl pulled her buttocks apart with the massage strokes.
Suzette shifted down her mistresses thighs a bit more. Her own cunt was beginning to get hot and wet, just from touching Marina's fabulous body. The French girl could imagine what effect her expert hands were having on the other woman! Suzette let her hand slide down and over Marina's ass cheeks to the tops of her thighs.
Marina groaned as Suzette pivoted her wrists, letting her fingers stray into the gap between Marina's legs. Marina's legs sagged open further, and Suzette knew that her mistress wanted a thorough massage, outside and inside.
Suzette's fingers raced lightly over Marina's cunt lips. The powder on the maid's fingertips became sticky and caked as the slick wetness of Marina's pussy moistened them. Suzette ran her fingers like that, up and down, for at least a minute, until she saw that Marina's labia were really swollen tight together.
Then, knowing from years of experience where to press, Suzette pushed one finger between the hot pads and pierced Marina's cunt hole.
Marina felt nothing but that finger sliding in and out of her hole. All thoughts of her wandering husband and ungrateful daughter disappeared as Suzette slowly finger-fucked her. Suzette had turned her hand over, palm upwards, so that she could rest her index finger on Marina's clit, and now the fragile nubbin of tissue was hot and rigid from the caress. Suzette introduced another finger into her employer's slit, and used her other hand to coax the older woman to roll over.
Marina rolled onto her back with a moan, one arm flung over her eyes as the French maid knelt down and placed a soft, searching kiss on the woman's cunt, just below her clit and above her hole. Marina sobbed, arching her back, as a quick French tongue danced across her clitty.
Suzette had her lips quite wet with excited saliva and Marina's flowing cunt juice as she puckered her mouth and gently sucked. The hot clit popped in between her lips, bulging with excitement. Marina had the biggest clit Suzette had ever sucked, and it reminded her of a tiny little cock. It tasted wonderful, and then Suzette let her tongue dip down, dipping into the cunt well between Marina's thighs.
"Mmmmm, Suzette, that's lovely, oh, suck me some more, Suzette," Marina moaned as the French maid rubbed her tongue along her mistress's clit. Obediently, the French girl drew Marina's clit back into her mouth and began to suck at it. Cunt juice gushed from Marina's hole, coating Suzette's chin.
Marina was going to come any second, both women knew it. Suzette stepped up the suction on the nodule between Marina's legs, and the older woman grunted, humping her ass on the bed, dragging Suzette by the dark curls of her pretty head to get closer, to really get as much cunt into her mouth as she could.
Suzette was glad that her mouth was full of cunt flesh and clit, because her hands were full of her own cunt. The girl worked her hands down the front of her white cotton panties and found a slick, oily coating of cunt juice there. She slid almost all of one eager hand into her hole as she gave her mistress's cunt the tongue lashing of a lifetime.
"I'm coming, oh, I'm starting to COME!" Marina spat out the words like bullets as the hot tongue dove into her hole, fucking her wetly. Suzette worked to keep her head there, right between Marina's thighs, as the spasms and contractions in Marina's cunt threatened to wrench off her tongue. Her own fingers were working just fine, and she was coming, too, in a long, fire-cracker series of explosions as her cunt danced in time to Marina's orgasm.
The women fell apart exhausted but bright-eyed from their moment of pleasure. "Mmmmm, you always know just what I need," Marina told her lover, kissing the tips of Suzette's fingers clean of come. "Now I ... Oh, my goodness, the bath will have run over by now!"
"No, madame," Suzette smiled. "I hope you will forgive me, but I took the liberty of not turning it on yet."
"You are forgiven only on the condition that I may give you a massage of equal thoroughness after I have bathed."
like the good maid that she was, the French girl nodded her curly head and lowered her dark lashes in compliance.
Tina couldn't believe her eyes. This dump of a camp had bothered her when she was kid, and now that she was an experienced fifteen year old woman of the world, it positively turned her stomach.
Tina had almost split a gut when her mother imperiously told the girl that she would be spending the summer there as a counselor to a bunch of spoiled little ricri girls. Tina remembered what she had been like at ten and twelve, and all the trouble she had made for her counselors when she had been a camper. The fifteen year old shuddered to think what lay in store for her.
And worst of all, there were no boys around for miles! Camp Winnehawken didn't have a brother camp across the lake, the way most summer camps do. No, when parents were paying top dollar to get their daughters off their hands for the summer, they were also paying to make sure that nothing funny went on.
The campers ranged in age from eight to thirteen, and the counselors from about fifteen to twenty-one. There were leaders and crafts and sports teachers older than that, but mainly kept to themselves, leaving the grotty day-to-day herding, washing and feeding of the little girls to the drones, amongst which Tina dwelled.
Tina had thought that there might be one or two men around, just to protect the defenseless horde of females, but sixty year old Doc, the camp's medical adviser, and the grizzly old grounds keepers, and the seventy year old health nut who owned Camp Winnehawken weren't exactly her idea of a good time.
Still, after one week of imprisonment, without even one chance to get laid, even Doc was beginning to look pretty good. At least he had a cock.
Tina knew that it was useless to protest the plans her mother had made; after all, Mummy and Daddy DID control the purse strings that sent her to one of the most prestigious private schools in the country, bought her expensive wardrobe, and gave her social status that she craved. Tina had sworn and cried and even pleaded, but her mother refused to reconsider. Even Daddy was called into the argument, and he had congratulated Marina on her clever idea. Tina had shown them the week after school ended and before camp started by making sure that she went out on dates every night.
Her last date had been with Geoff McGill, the nineteen year old son of one of Daddy's business associates. Geoff went to Columbia, and Tina had been thrilled by the leather seats of his convertible and warm smell of pipe tobacco in his dorm room. Geoff had asked Tina out by way of her father, who had been asked by Geoff's father to make the arrangements. Not wanting to blow the big stock sale he had going with McGill senior, Daniel St. Peters had ordered his daughter to go out with Geoff.
Geoff seemed nervous when he picked Tina up for their blind date. "My father told me how pretty you looked in the picture on your father's desk on The Street," the boy explained.
Tina was nonplussed. He wasn't bad looking, and his car was fabulous, but she felt some disdain for a guy who asked his father to arrange dates for him. Never having had a warm relationship with Daddy, Tina couldn't understand how other families work. She simply saw Geoff as a big, college-aged baby.
"Listen, Goeff," she told him as they drove away from the house to go to a Broadway show in the city, "Let's skip the show and go over to your room, okay? I really don't feel very much like all those bright lights, so you?"
The boy gulped and headed the posh car towards campus. He knew that he was lucky tonight.
Just how "Lucky" was a matter of opinion with Tina. Silently, the pair entered the dorm, and Geoff slipped one hand around her waist. Tina didn't shrug it away, but she didn't return his affection. Maybe she's just a little shy, Geoff told himself, even though I must obviously have turned her on!
Tina shattered Geoff's illusion of irresistibility when they reached his room. "Want to fuck me, Geoff?" Tina asked, turning around so that she was leaning on the inside of his door.
She planted her feet wide apart, letting the boy see the proud swell of her firm tits under her summer dress and the long line of her torso and legs, that ended in the high arch of her foot in tall, heeled sandals.
"I would like that very much," Geoff had replied, sitting on the edge of his narrow bed. He knew that his cock was poking its half-erect staff along the seams of his crotch. As he looked at her proud, upper-class body, he felt it rise the rest of the way.
"How much, Geoff?"
"Well, a lot."
"Say it, Geoff."
Geoff swallowed. She was a pretty strange girl. She didn't sound like a fifteen year old to him now, but he decided to go along with the game, if that was what it took to get her panties off. "I want to fuck you a lot, Tina."
Tina sauntered over to the bed. She placed a hand on either side of his neck. "Do you want to fuck me so much that you would go down on me?" she asked.
"Oh, God, I would love to go down on you!"
"Would you lick my ass hole, really lick it?" she murmured.
The boy felt was if he were in a trance as he answered her. "I would lick your ass hole, Tina. I would lick any part of your body you wanted!"
"Start here, then," she ordered him, lifting one of her slender legs up, placing her high-heeled foot in Geoff's crotch. "Lick my toes, and work your way up!"
Tina was holding onto the back of a desk chair now with one hand, the other still on Geoff's shoulder. She pushed the sharp heel of her shoe closer to the boy's crotch, letting it scrape his thigh and then stopping it just short of his balls. "Do as I say, Geoff, unless you want me to scream 'Rape' and run. Think how that would sound down on The Street. Besides, I thought you WANTED to fuck me!"
"I do, I do," the boy mumbled. He cradled Tina's foot in both hands and raised it to his lips. Her toe nails glinted with pearly pink polish against the blue of her open-toed sandals, and he felt as if he were sucking hard candies as he drew one after another into his mouth.
Tina was beside herself. Not only did this tickle like crazy, but it was the kinkiest thing the girl had done, and she felt as if she were humiliating all of Wall Street at the same time. Thick droplets of cunt dew formed on her slit lips.
Geoff could see up the slender curves of Tina's claves and thighs and into her skirt as she stood poised with one foot pressed to his mouth. He held the sharp heel in his hand as he began to lower Tina's foot, inching his sucking kisses up over the arch of her instep to her ankle and then to her calf.
Geoff was nibbling and licking, and Tina only stopped him occasionally. "You're slobbering all over me, Geoff! Slow down!" When he was about half way up her thigh, rubbing his cheek against the soft, tender flesh on the inside of her legs, Tina stopped him and made him start all over again with the other foot. When he was halfway up her other thigh, she pulled back entirely.
"I am going to take my panties Off now, but you are not to touch me until I say so," she told him. Geoff watched her reach up and pull of the panties, casting the wet-crotched garment aside. She stepped up to him again, lifting her skirt high so that he could see her patch from the front. He longed to slip his fingers into the valley there, to touch the place he wanted to insert his cock.
But Tina brushed his hand away and coyly turned her back. "You haven't done the back of me right, yet," she told him.
Meekly, his cock and aching balls tight in his trousers, Geoff knelt on the floor at Tina's feet. He kissed the back of her ankles and then tickled his tongue straight up to her knees, making her giggle. He steadied her thighs in his hands as he licked the back of the sleek, firm limbs. His nose bumped the plump lower curve of her ass cheeks.
Tina had been easing her body down little by little, rather than making Geoff sit up as he ascended her legs. Suddenly, she was practically sitting on top of him.
Tina laughed as she landed her ass and cunt gash right into Geoff s face. "You promised to tongue me, Geoff," she reminded him. "Start at the back."
Geoff felt Tina parting her ass cheeks as she angled her butt into his face. Her tiny, pink ass hole was rimmed with the same ash colored hair as her pussy, and it moistened and lay flat after two strokes of his tongue.
It was musky and dark between Tina's legs, but Geoff worked his tongue from her ass hole to her slit as best he could. He felt dizzy for lack of air as the girl ground her cunt and then her ass and then her cunt into his face, making him skewer both eager holes.
Tina hadn't taken a cock in her ass yet, but she had lately been hankering after a warm, wet tongue in that small secret place. Geoff was the perfect ass licker, she had decided the moment she met him.
The torture she was inflicting on him, letting his cock and balls surge and throb without so much as touching them, was turning her on. Feeling magnanimous she unzipped his fly. The groan made her cunt lips vibrate. Laughing, Tina reached back and gripped Geoff's hands, pulling them around in front of her.
The boy grunted as he felt his own hands being applied to his cock!
Tina giggled as she held the nineteen year old's hands between hers and ran them up and down the thick erection sticking out of Geoff's fly. She used her fingers to mold Geoff's around his shaft. She pressed until he was really jacking off at the thick knob.
"Don't stop sucking me, Geoff, dear," the girl grinned, watching the cock in front of her eyes. "Once I've come, then you can fuck me, but not until!"
Geoff began to eat out Tina's slot with extra vigor. She was creaming, almost drowning him with cunt sap. Surely she would have to come soon! He sucked her clitty into his mouth, feeling the hard nubbin throb.
But, Christ, he groaned to himself, now I'm COMING!
Tina let her orgasm loose as the flood of sperm coated her fingers.