Chapter 10

With his arms around Sarah from behind, with his hands working on her big, soft tits, Nelson grinned as he watched them through the slightly ajar door. His employers really had their niece going, and it looked as if they'd just begun.

The lovely blonde girl was terribly disheveled, but nevertheless lovely. She was on her back on the bed with her ass right on the edge of it, her feet on the floor, her legs widespread to show the gold-fringed, dew-kissed red gash that was her cunt. Nelson couldn't get a good view of her tits, for the heads of Fern and Mitch obscured the view, but he could clearly see Fern's manicured fingers working rapidly and expertly in the girl's cunt, and he could see what it was doing to her. He could feel what it was doing to himself.

He had a big hard-on and it was pressed hotly against Sarah's big behind. That behind was covered with a skirt and nothing else, for once he'd peeped at the activities in the guest room, he'd practically dragged the cook to his vantage point, needing to share the scene with her and thus arouse himself even more. At first she'd refused, then had come reluctantly, and now she was breathing almost as heavily as he, and it would have taken wild horses to drag her away from the crack in the door. He inched her skirt up in front as they watched, and got his hand on her cunt. It was much fatter and more thickly-furred than on the blonde they were looking at, but it felt very good to the touch, wet and yielding and warm, and getting wetter all the time.

"Mitch will make you come even harder with his big beautiful cock," they heard Fern say. "And while he's doing that, I'll let you make me come. Would you like that?"

"Come . . . Wanna come, come, commme! Never wanna stop," Mary moaned, still trying to hold onto Mitch's neck as he drew away from her.

Fern pinned her arms down and kissed her flush on the mouth, and Mitch lurched to his feet, his cock a burgeoning flagpole of a thing, oozing seminal fluid at its end, throbbing. The sight of it so stirred Sarah that she reached behind her and found Nelson's with her hand. She looked at him pleadingly over her shoulder, and he nodded at the scene before them and dug deeper in her fat old cunt with his finger.

Mitch got down on his knees. His drooling prick bobbed up and down as he came forward, his hands on Mary's knees. He pushed them very widely apart as the girl strained to tilt her pelvis upward, instinctively assuming the position for coitus. Her cunt was already gaping, and now Fern turned about to spread its swollen and inflamed lips even wider with her fingers.

"Slip it in her, dear," she said. "Stick your lovely big cock right in her cunt. That's what she wants."

"Wait! No!" cried the girl, having trepidations now, at the last possible moment.

She used her elbows to try to sit up, but then the livid purplish head of Mitch's cock was shoved into her tight orifice, and with an open-mouthed scream of either bliss or pain, she fell back again, clawing at the covers, humping her hips forward to try to devour more of his rampaging cock with her gobbling cunt.

It was only halfway in, and the fit was so tight it looked as if it would go no further. In his anxiousness to see the further penetration, Nelson was pushing his erection hard against Sarah's cushiony ass, and she was pushing back at him, murmuring soft little whimpering sounds. He covered her mouth with the hand he'd been using in her cunt, and she felt that at any moment she could join the highly sexed, beautiful blonde in orgasm, for her own smell was thrilling to her now, rank as it was. She pressed her tits hard against the door and its frame as she saw Mary's labia distorted like the lips of a mouth that was sucking on a big red popsicle. It was amazing how the girl thrashed so.

Fern laughed as she rubbed Mary's clitoris hard, sending the luscious blonde into a new paroxysm of delight. Her love mound was still several inches away from Mitch's hairy pube, and she was straining hard to meet it. Fern would not permit that, however. With a hand on Mitch's heaving chest, she held him back, and said, "You like to fuck, do you, Mary?"

"Come! Gotta come harder!"

"Yes, and you've got to eat me too. You've got to lick out my cunt, darling. Right?"

"Come! Please! MAKE ME COME HARDER! GET IT IN DEEPER!"

"First get your tongue in me," Fern said, and with that, she straddled the girl's sweating, contorting torso and parted wide the lips of her cunt.

Mary shook her head frantically as it advanced. It was a raw, red wound, about to envelop her. It reeked of sex, vividly reminding her of the homosexual shame she'd known the evening before, and its proximity blotted out much of the good, good feelings she had been knowing down below. "No, I'm not that way!" she protested, as her chin touched that hot wet flesh, as her lungs were filled with its fetid scent. "No! No! MMPH! MMPH! Mmmmmmm..."

And then she was eating it, and it was delicious. Her hands dug into the softness of her aunt's haunches and she pulled the juicy cunt closer, lapping indiscriminately at the exuding nectar, and feeling all the good thrills returning with a vengeance as she did so.

"Suck it, darling, and use your tongue at the same time," said her aunt, in a- voice that told her that she too was caught in the throes of bliss.

"Mm-hmm!" Mary murmured through the sex-flesh, and felt a starburst of unadulterated ecstasy rip through her as Mitch at last jammed his hairy pubic bone hard against her reaching clitoris.

She got her legs around him and spurred him on with her heels. She got her tongue inside Fern's gushing hole to feast on her nectar, then pushed her back so she could concentrate on sucking her big, big clit, thus sharing the enormous pleasure she'd been introduced to by her wicked and wonderful aunt. Her cunt juice was leaking down over her asshole and Fern's was running down over her chin and neck, and still it came. Everything about it was good, even the soft and heavy pressure of Fern's buttocks on her tits, and the best part of it was, it was getting better all the time.

"Lookit her tits," Nelson whispered in Sarah's ear, squeezing hers very hard.

It was indeed a sight to behold. Fern's buttocks were very white and very large, and Mary's tits were tan and full. The white flesh was sitting heavily on the tan, obscuring the nipples, and extruding the tan very tautly, like two balloons, ready to burst. Sarah pressed Nelson's hands even harder against her tits, and a strange feeling went through her as, with all her heart, she wished she could take Mary's place under Fern, her idol as a female, the woman she had worked for for so long.

"Hold still now," Nelson whispered.

He was lifting up Sarah's skirt in the rear, and she was far too fascinated by what she was seeing to even think of trying to stop him. She'd masturbated only a short time before, but now the lust was on her so strongly that she could scarcely breathe. Mitch was fucking the girl strongly now, with deep, long strokes, and the girl was eating Fern vigorously. The slurping sounds, fore and aft, were blending erotically, even as Sarah's cunt juice began escaping to trickle down her leg.

Her big ass was bare and Nelson had his hands on it. She could feel him opening his pants, and still she stared through the crack in the door. Mary was really going wild by then. Her shapely legs were tightly wrapped around Mitch's waist to drive him deeper still, and what could be seen of her tits was pulsing with Fern's shifting weight on them as she licked and sucked her aunt to orgasm after orgasm. Her fine young body was bathed in sweat as it heaved and tossed under its erotic burden, and her muffled cries were unmistakably those of deepest ecstasy.

Fern was crying out too. "Oh, my God," she said. "OH, MY GOD THIS'S GOOD! EAT ME, YOU BEAUTIFUL DIRTY LESBIAN! AND REACH UP AND SQUEEZE MY TITS! AH! OH GOD! OH, I CAN'T STAND IT!"

"Yeah," Mitch muttered, and his muscular buttocks tensed as he began shooting his load. His hands dug deeply into Mary's ass as he pulled her closer to him, pistoning hard in her. She knew what was happening, apparently, for the actions of her hips grew more frenetic still, and her hands went from Fern's tits to grope blindly behind her aunt for the man who was shooting come in her, bringing her to yet another peak of pure animal pleasure. He was grunting like a hog, grimacing like a monkey, and shooting off like a Roman candle. Bolt after bolt of fiery come was sent into her overflowing but highly receptive cunt, as his balls contracted spasmodically.

And as Mitch was coming, Nelson got his prick in the deep crack of Sarah's commodious ass and began pumping with him. The chauffeur was very hot, very ready to come, and he grabbed a handful of Sarah's cunt to goad her into further churnings of her hips that would help him along. It didn't take much. Even as Mitch was slowing down in his ejaculating thrusts, Nelson's balls exploded and his juices began erupting in the soft, sweaty canyon between Sarah's big buttocks. It was ecstasy for him, since through his voyeuristic eyes he was able to merge with the three people he was staring at so raptly and thus share in their orgasms. It was good for Sarah too, for now his fingers were in exactly the right place again, the same place where Mary's tongue was in Fern's cunt.

In her haste to get the legal form from the messenger boy, Fern had neglected to completely close the front door. When Robert came down from the roof garden to fetch the lemonade Lucy had wanted, he found the door open an inch, and not wanting to disturb anyone unnecessarily, he pushed it open and looked inside. He was about to call out, "Yoo-hoo. May I come in?" The words froze in his throat, though, when he saw Nelson and Sarah in the hall.

Nelson was standing behind the plump cook, and she was apparently looking into the guest bedroom of the apartment. This in itself was a terrible breach of propriety on the part of the servants, but what they were doing was far more shocking.

Sarah's voluminous skirt was up around her waist, and she was wearing no panties. Bloomers would have been a more appropriate undergarment for her, since her bottom was very large, very white, and looked to be very soft and yielding. The fatty flesh of it jiggled with the movements of Nelson, who, if Robert could believe his astonished eyes, was fucking her from the rear. The chauffeur's penis could not be seen, such was the extent of Sarah's ass, but his humping movements behind her were unmistakably those of sexual intercourse, and the lustful look on his face confirmed this. Sarah's dumpling face was as flushed as Nelson's as she stood at the door, digging her fingers into her overly large breasts and staring intently ahead.

On seeing them, Robert felt an immediate tumescence in his loins, and this uncontrollable reaction was to him very nearly as shameful as what the family servants were doing. The indignation that flowed through him as he started down the hall successfully quelled that moment of sexual arousal. He had to fight it down again, though, when not three yards away from him, Nelson and Sarah shared a grinding, shuddering orgasm of such intensity that they didn't even notice his approach. They were still sighing when he firmly grasped Nelson's elbow.

The burly chauffeur looked for a moment like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar, but before Robert could even begin to admonish him, the sounds from within the master bedroom silenced him.

"How was that, Mary? Did Mitch fuck you well?"

"Oh. Oh. I never knew . . . anyone could . . . feel like that."

"Was she any good, Mitch?"

"Fantastic! Not as good as you, of course. But really very good."

"Ready for some more, Mary? I am."

"Have to rest. Can't move."

Nelson and Sarah were backing down the hall, hastily adjusting their clothing as they went, and Robert was sternly glowering at them. He shook his finger at them in silent warning and was about to follow them into the kitchen where he could properly admonish them, when curiosity compelled him to glance through the crack in the door. The tableau that he saw struck him very hard.

Lucy's youthful stepfather was on his knees, just withdrawing his wet and swollen penis from the plump blonde vagina of a girl lying prone on the bed with her heels resting on the floor. Her legs were good. Lucy's mother had her back to Robert. She was shakily climbing off the girl's torso and her very pale body, moist with perspiration, looked incredibly erotic to him. He knew the blonde girl on the bed was Mary, Lucy's cousin, for Lucy had mentioned that she was a

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visitor in the apartment, but from what Lucy had said about her, Robert couldn't believe she'd indulge in this sort of thing. He was still staring, open-mouthed, transfixed, when Fern turned about and saw him standing there.

The serenely smug look on her face vanished in an instant, and she snapped, "Robert! How dare you?"

"I wasn't! I just . . .*" Words failed him as the glowering Fern rose from the bed to come at him, her full breasts bobbing, her beautiful, lipstick-smeared face furious. Behind her, the girl looked up groggily, and though her face was swollen with passion, she was the most beautiful female Robert had ever seen. Mitch was smiling crookedly as Fern approached Robert.

"How dare you spy on us! Robert, I'm ashamed of you!"

"But I wasn't," he pleaded, backing across the hall, trying not to look down at all the vast, naked loveliness right before him. "It was them. I was trying to stop them," he said, pointing down the hall, but Nelson and Sarah were nowhere to be seen. "It was N-Nelson and Sarah," he weakly said.

By then Fern was standing in the doorway, fists on hips, breasts jutting, her lovely face registering scorn. She looked down the empty hallway and back at him, and said, "It's bad enough that you're a peeper, but it's worse to blame it on someone else. Where's Lucy?"

"On the roof," he said, agonized with embarrassment at this awful misunderstanding, and now to add to it, his penis was rising again. "Really, Mrs. Harley. I just stuck my head in the front door and saw ..."

"Get in here," she snapped, in the manner of an irate third grade schoolteacher.

She stood aside and he slunk past her, helpless to do anything but obey. The room reeked of sex, adding to his unwanted excitement and confusion. The blonde girl was trying to sit up and cover her perfectly beautiful breasts, and Mitch was standing with his arms crossed, looking menacing, but smiling. The slam of the door behind him made him leap. He turned, and he tried not to look directly at Fern as he spoke. He greatly feared the bulge in his pants was showing.

"Honestly, Mrs. Harley, I just came down to get some lemonade and..."

"How much did you see?"

"Nothing! Well, hardly anything . . . Nelson and Sarah were watching you in here and I came down the hall to ..."

"And Lucy is still up on the roof?"

"Yes. Please let me explain, Mrs. Harley. I.. .'*

"There's something I should explain to you first," she said, and taking him by the arm, turned him to face the bed again. The girl on it was sitting up now, with her legs tightly together and both hands across her breasts. She looked frightened, confused, and still very desirable. "This is my niece, Mary. She's got a problem, Robert, that we were trying to help her with. Mary is a nymphomaniac. Isn't that right, Mary?"

The girl looked grieved, as if she was about to cry.

She looked from Fern to Mitch and back again, then nodded and hung her lovely head. Grabbing her by the hair, Fern pulled it upright again, forcing her to look up at the hugely embarrassed, yet totally fascinated young man. She looked to him as if she'd been drugged.

"You like sex, don't you, Mary?" said her aunt. "In any and all forms."

"I. .. I... Yes.?

"You like to suck and fuck. Am I right?"

She wet her swollen lips and murmured, "Suck and fuck. Yes."

"And whether it's a man or a woman, you don't care."

"Just you," she murmured. "And Mitch."

Fern shook the girl's head softly. "Come now, Mary. If you're a nympho, you'd do it with anyone. Even Robert here."

"Listen," he said. "I don't want to have anything to do with . . ."

"You be quiet," Fern interrupted. "Mary, wouldn't you like Robert here to fuck you? Wouldn't you like him to kiss your pussy?"

The dazed girl fidgeted uncomfortably on the bed, crossing her arms more tightly over her breasts. Her voice was very juvenile as she said, "No. Please. No more. At least not now."

"Take off your clothes, Robert. She'll change her mind once she's seen you naked."

"Really, I think I'd just better g-go."

"And I think you'd better do as Fern says," said

Mitch from behind him, laying a strong hand on Robert's shoulder.

Fern released his arm. She picked up her robe, saying, "Mitch, see that he undresses. I'm going to get another pitcher of Bloody Marys."

Mitch walked her to the door as she was slipping on the black velvet, and there in a low voice, he said, "Robert was probably telling the truth. Nelson is quite a voyeur, and I'm sure he was looking if the door was open."

"We'll see," said Fern. "You get Mary and Robert acquainted. Til be right back." She left the guest room with the robe unbuttoned.

Mitch turned and faced Robert. His voice was very even as he said, "Take off your clothes."

"Mitch, I just couldn't. I mean, if she's a nymphomaniac, she needs help, professional help, like from a doctor. I couldn't just..."

"You'd better take off your clothes, Robert. Like Fern said."

Without clothes, Mitch looked like a Greek wrestler, and he was considerably larger than Robert. Robert began unbuttoning his shirt as he stammered, "She doesn't want to and I don't want to. Lucy's my girl, and I'd never do anything unfaithful to her . . . willingly."

"I just want to take a nap," Mary groggily said, and her words had the effect of further deflating Robert's wilting penis.

Mitch was unyielding. He heard none of their arguments as he stood at the doorway. When at last Robert was as naked as the other two in the room, his genitals had all but shrunk up inside him from his embarrassment.

"Now sit down beside her and say hello," Mitch said, and Robert sat, legs crossed, elbows in his lap.

"Hello," he said. He knew she was a nympho-maniac, for she was the source of that sex smell that filled the room. He'd never dreamed nymphos could be so ravishingly beautiful.

"Hullo," she replied. He seemed like a nice boy, despite the fact that he was naked. Under other circumstances, it might have been nice to meet him. But now, exhausted and confused, and uncertain of how she got into this state, Mary wanted only to be left alone.

"Put your arm around her, Bob," Mitch instructed.

He did so as softly and gently as he could, apologizing with his eyes. With his other arm he still concealed his flaccid penis. Smooth as her warm skin was, it had a texture to it that he longed to explore with his fingers.

The hand creeping across her shoulder sent a little shiver through Mary. She yawned and covered her mouth, not caring that this exposed one pink nipple. She wanted to rest her head on the young man's shoulder and go to sleep.

"Kiss her, Bob. Get acquainted."

"Mitch, she doesn't want to!"

Mitch took two steps forward, and Mary turned her face to the man at her side. What did another kiss matter after all she'd been through, and why was he reluctant? His lips were stiff and trembling, making her wish he could feel as relaxed as she was just then. If she obeyed Mitch,, maybe he'd let her sleep. That was all she wanted. That, and a chance to wash her sore vulva.

He could definitely taste cunt on her lips, and that somehow stirred him as much as the soft fullness of her mouth. He felt as if he was performing in a stag film, though he knew he could never perform the ultimate act with his wilted penis.

"Oh, come on. You're not playing Post Office. Open your mouths and kiss."

Her tongue tasted even more strongly of pussy. He couldn't help but think of Fern's body, of her big, lovely tits, of her hot cunt, and the wild things she had proved that she did with it all. His prick stirred. Odd to think of Fern with a delicious morsel like this at his disposal. Jesus, what would Lucy say if she could see him now?

Automatically she sucked on his tongue. His arm about her shoulders had tightened, increasing her somnolence. She put her hand on his neck to draw him closer, in hopes that this show of warmth would satisfy Mitch and then he'd let her sleep.

"That's it. Use your hands. You too, Bob. Feel her up. Get her going."

He reached uncertainly for her arm, and laid his hand on her breast instead. Amazingly, it was just as firm as Lucy's little tittie, even though it was six times the size. He had to squeeze it, and when he did, she made a sleepy little moan and pushed herself harder against his hand.

Mary wondered if her right tit had itched so before he'd touched it, but the thought was a fleeting one. She was still very sleepy, but now she was enjoying a dream in her waking sleep, one in which this gentle, timid young man-what was his name?-was the co-star. She ran her hand down from his, neck and over his shoulder, then down his arm. Her elbow touched his prick, and when it did, she became very much aware of her cunt again.

Their command performance had pumped enough life in Robert's penis so that it was half-hard when she touched it, and her touch brought it jerking to life. When she closed her soft hand around it and squeezed it, he drew her into his arms for a real, full-bodied kiss. Now he could feel the firmness of her tits with his chest, and the curvaceous contours of her hip and waist with his hand. He opened his eyes to make sure it was all real, and saw her as beautiful as an angel. It would take an effort to keep control of himself, to refrain from taking advantage of the girl, but he was resolved to do it.

. "You're doing fine, kids. You're really getting to know each other, just like Fern wanted. Keep it up."

Mary felt like she could have kept it up forever. It was so peaceful and sweet like this, so nice and innocent compared to all the grunting and shoving and sweating of before. That had been very wrong, even if it had ended with indescribably good feelings, but this seemed right and good. There was a pleasant little itch in her brimful pussy that matched those in her tits, and she squeezed her thighs tightly together to try to enhance it. Was this man her fiance or her husband or what? She was all confused about relationships, but so relaxed and loving that it really didn't matter.

Bob had made it with several girls, but never had it been anything like this. Those other times had been when they were partially clothed or in a rush, or both. Now he had a girl at his complete disposal, and a very special one at that. She was special not only because of her nymphomania, but also because she was so utterly beautiful. As much as he'd enjoyed women in the past, now he knew he'd never really appreciated them. This one felt every bit as good as she looked, and he was free to feel just as much of her as he wanted to. He could almost forget the presence of Mitch, the director of this highly sensuous scene, as he explored Mary's back and buttocks and thighs with his hands, and her mouth and ears and throat and shoulders with his lips. He found himself thinking that if she was a nymphomaniac, one more screw wouldn't hurt her, and he found himself wishing that their director was the kind who would insist on his actors taking their time about things.

Fern strode into the kitchen with her robe flowing back from her sides, and Nelson and Sarah, seated at the table over coffee, guiltily averted their heads.

"Sarah," she said, "make a pitcher of Bloody Marys for me, then make a pitcher of lemonade for Lucy. She's on the roof garden. Take it up to her."

"Yes, ma'am," said the cook, sidling past her, red-faced, her gaze flickering over her mistress's exposure. She went to the living room bar, while Nelson remained at the table, staring into his coffee. Fern counted to twenty before she spoke to him:

"My husband tells me you're a voyeur. And Robert tells me you were spying on us in the bedroom. Is that true, Nelson?"

He tugged at his collar, then looked sidelong at her with a very guilty smile on his face. "Everybody likes to look. And the door was open, so ..."

His voice trailed off and he looked back at his cup. She counted to ten and said, "If you like to look, why aren't you looking at me?"

His eyes opened wider and he turned toward her. His smile was genuine now as he stared at her. He started at her toes and went up, lingering at her loins, at her tits, at her face, then reviewing her tits and cunt. In a husky voice, he said, "You're about the best-lookin' woman I've ever seen."

"Oh?" said she, opening the robe further by placing a hand on her hip. "Better looking than my niece?"

"She's got something too, but . . . you're a lot of woman."

"Whom would you rather look at, me, or them?"

His eyes flickered and came back to her. He looked her over carefully and said, "Well . . . what are they doing in there?"

"Fucking. Sucking. Do you want to watch? Do you want to join in?"

The chair scraped as he got to his feet. He said, "I'd sure like to watch, if it's okay with you. I don't know if I could . . . join in. But I know of something you might be able to use. I'll go get it."

As he left the kitchen, Sarah returned with the pitcher of strong, red drink. Fern almost snatched it from her, and drank thirstily from the lip of the pitcher. Sarah was looking at her worshipfully, and just before the dumpy cook scurried off, she blurted, "I'm workin' for the most beautiful woman in all the world."

Fern was about to call after her, to thank her for the compliment and to ask her to join in furthering her niece's degradation, when Nelson returned. In his hand was a piece of white plastic which Fern recognized at once, having seen advertisements for the phallic-shaped vibrators in magazines.

She smiled and took it from his hand, saying, "Yes, I'm sure Mary will just love this. What do you use it for?"

"It's Sarah's," he said. "She frigs herself with it. I've watched."

"Poor woman," said Fern, but that was all the time she had for sympathy, for she was now eager to get the device into operation. She headed for the guest room with Nelson right behind her.