Chapter 2
Georgette did look beautiful, framed as she was in the open bathroom door just before she turned out the light and came through the darkness to the bed.
Oh, Bobby Wiler didn't find his mother's maid as attractive as he did his sister. But, then, Jill's attractiveness was something that went beyond the mere physical, didn't it?
Bobby pulled back the blankets, watching as Georgette slipped back in beside him. He could feel the warmth of her flesh even before the right side of her body made direct contact with Bobby's left flank.
Bobby rolled toward her, took her in his arms, and burrowed the two of them down deeper into the coziness of the bed. Bobby's cock, hard between his legs, slid sensuously against Georgette's belly and left trailings of transparent preseminal juices. Bobby's right hand slid downward along the groove mid-center of Georgette's back, resting his palm finally over one of Georgette's firm ass cheeks.
"Mmmmm, you smell good," Bobby said. He stuck out his tongue and licked Georgette's skin at the base of her throat. "Taste good, too."
Georgette snuggled closer, wishing she wasn't as excited by Bobby Wiler as she knew she was. Why? Well, because Georgette had always felt a certain pride in the loyalty she gave to an employer. And, Georgette was betraying Barbara Wiler's trust by going to bed with Barbara's son, wasn't she? Oh, it wasn't the going to bed, per se, that constituted the betrayal. It was what Bobby had persuaded Georgette to do "out" of bed that was responsible. And no matter how often Bobby cajoled that it was only a family reunion he and his sister were planning with their mother, Georgette didn't really know what to make of it. Whatever it had been that had strained the relationship between parents and children (oh, there was certain ridiculous gossip), that relationship certainly hadn't been the best over the last couple of years, had it?
"It was all my old man's fault: the feud," Bobby had explained, utilizing all of his considerable charm. "Our mother is merely looking for a way of mending the breach; and you're merely giving her a helping hand. She'll thank you in the end, take my word for it."
Georgette, however, continued to be dubious. However, that dubiousness hadn't kept her from succumbing to Bobby's wiles, had it? Besides, Bobby had promised that—if for any reason—his mother wouldn't take kindly to his and Jill's plans, then he would arrange for a letter of reference that was bound to get Georgette placed elsewhere.
Whatever misgivings Georgette had experienced as a result of her early realization that Bobby's interest in her was purely to gain access to his mother, those were now buried beneath a firm knowledge that Bobby wasn't fucking her only for that. No man could perform the way Bobby performed with Georgette—if he didn't like her, could he? Anyway, that was the way Georgette had come to look at it. In truth, however, Bobby had fooled more experienced women than Georgette into believing he could—when he didn't.
In this case, though, Bobby found Georgette well worth the effort; even if he would have been prepared to fuck her to get what he wanted if she had been a Medussa rather than the attractive woman she was.
"You still worrying?" Bobby asked, intuitively sensing that Georgette's mind was wandering elsewhere. Georgette didn't answer, so Bobby answered for her. "Yes, you are, aren't you? And how many times must I tell you that Jill and I are hardly planning anything that's going to harm Barbara? For Christ's sake, Georgette, we're her own flesh and blood."
"I know I'm probably being silly," Georgette said, wondering if any of the scuttlebutt could have been true about Bobby and Jill, "but ... "
"And, you are being silly," Bobby said by way of interrupting. "Jill and I are not thieves, or murderers, after all, are we?"
"No," Georgette admitted. On the other hand, what did she know of Bobby and Jill and anyone else like them? Granted, she had worked for the monied for most of her life (she had come into the service on the apron strings of her mother who had been a maid for over fifty years); but, still, what did she know of these people? The lives of the rich were as far removed from the people who served them as night was from day.
Yet, Bobby was obviously right, wasn't he? No matter what hard feelings had originally caused the family schism, it seemed highly likely that it had been so cataclysmic that it had come to make Bobby and Jill contemplate anything desperate.
"Don't you worry," Bobby assured. "All of this is going to turn out just fine. You'll see."
And, Bobby decided it was time to take Georgia's mind off the little plot in which she had become involved. It wouldn't have fit into Bobby's plans at all to have Georgette suddenly decide that she wasn't going to help. Because, Bobby and Jill needed someone to give them access to the house, someone to open the electrified gate in the wall of the estate so Bobby and Jill could slip through.
Bobby rolled Georgette to her back and came over on top of her, his lower body falling into place within the veed space between Georgette's opened thighs. His muscled, hair-covered chest rested on Georgette's small but well-formed breasts, mushrooming them beneath his exerted pressure. His dime-sized nipples went hard, chafing against Georgette's larger aureole.
Bobby's muscled belly rested against Georgette's softer one.
Bobby scooted upward along Georgette's body, licking up Georgette's neck to her face until his fat, pulpy cockhead made contact with the reddish curls growing to halo Georgette's.
"Uggghrrr," Georgette growled lowly, feeling the resulting pleasure of just the touching of Bobby's rubbery cockhead against her pussy.
"What a pretty ... pretty ... young lady you are," Bobby said, raising his upper body on his forearms so that he could look down into Georgette's face. Despite the shadowed darkness of the room, Bobby (his eyes by now accustomed to the dimness) had little problem distinguishing Georgette's features.
Her hair was red. Not carrot-orange, but a deep auburn that was almost brown. It was cut short, feathered over her ears and banged gently, in a leftward sweeping, over her forehead.
Her eyes were green, set a mite too far apart to make her really gorgeous. Her nose was small (perhaps too small). Her mouth was large (perhaps too large). But, despite all the imperfections, everything came together quite nicely.
Georgette's breasts weren't overly large, but they were more than a mouthful for any man. Her waist was so thin, a big-handed man like Bobby could have easily circumvented it with both hands.
Her legs, slightly bowed, were nothing to complain about, either. And, they would have passed inspection by any not-too-critical observer.
"You know my cock is hard and rearing to go again, don't you, baby?" Bobby asked, dropping his right hand down between his and Georgette's naked bellies. He fisted his prick and guided his leaking cock glans up and back ... up and back ... along the moist crease formed by the meeting of Georgette's cunt lips. His oozing juices slicked pussy lips with a translucent glossing. "It's hard and ready to show the both of us one hell of a good time."
"Yesssss," Georgette moaned, sensing that what Bobby was doing was merely diverting Georgette's attention away from her apprehensions about the proposed family reunion. But whatever Bobby's reasons for doing so, Georgette—for the moment—didn't much care, did she? Because, Bobby did have what Georgette wanted at that particular moment in time, didn't he? He had a foot of hard male meatiness that—once inserted and torquing inside of Georgette's belly—had a way of sending Georgette into flights of ecstasy she had experienced on the end of no one else's fat prick.
Of course, Bobby Wiler had had all of the chances available to improve his fucking technique, hadn't he? Even before he and his family had split, he had been known as quite the cocksman at the country club. Since then, he had fucked his way across at least four continents, each conquest duly noted in one or another of the scandal sheets sold in seemingly every grocery store in the world. Georgette had known a good deal about Bobby before having ever met him. Because Georgette, like everyone else who occasionally wished to escape the sometimes boredom of life, thoroughly enjoyed reading all of the gossip available on those beautiful people who were leading a far more exciting life than she was. That she was now actually in bed with one of those people, actually involved in a plot with him, was something Georgette was finding it exceptionally hard to believe.
"I want to fuck ... your luscious, luscious cunt," Bobby whispered, his chest lowered back to a tightness against Georgette's breasts, his nipples turned to thumb-tack-like sharpness against Georgette's nubbins. "I want to fuck you so goddamned badly that it hurts."
And, Georgette, wanting the fuck as badly as Bobby said he did, couldn't help wondering if this huge phallic spear jutting from Bobby's hard belly had ever gone streamlining up his sister's cunt. It was, of course, a question which would probably never have an answer. There was, of course, no way Georgette could have possibly come out with the query: "Bobby, have you ever put that monster prick of yours to your sister?"
Hell, no, she couldn't ask that Even thinking of asking that embarrassed Georgette to the point of blushing.
Besides, Georgette couldn't bring herself to believe it. Incest was just something too deeply submerged in forbiddenness to be indulged in, except by perverted degenerates. And, Bobby didn't fit the bill of being a perverted degenerate, did he? Neither did Jill, for that matter; although, Georgette knew Bobby more thoroughly than she knew his sister.
"What do you say, baby?" Bobby asked, his hand still guiding his cock crown up and down along the opening of Georgette's pussy. "You want fucked, too? You want a foot of hard cock jammed so far into your guts that your insides have to shift to one side to let it through?"
"That would be nice," Georgette said, letting both of her hands glide down along Bobby's back to his buttocks. She squeezed his cheeky buttocks, kneading the muscles, feeling the buns dimpling slightly as Bobby pressed to begin the penetration of his pulpy cockhead through Georgette's sizzling cleft.
"Yea, it will be nice," Bobby promised. "It will be real ... real ... real ... nice."
Bobby gritted his teeth, pressing his cock against her even harder. A low groan exited his throat as his cockhead skewered her moist, cuntal lips.
"Ohhhhh," Georgette moaned, feeling each time Bobby fucked her that it would be impossible for him to place all of his meatiness inside her. He just seemed too big. Georgette seemed too small. But this time, like the other times, Bobby would get his cock inside ... all of the way ... wouldn't he?
"After I get this big cock of mine all of the way inside of your inflamed pussy, you're going to really be moaning up a storm," Bobby told her, his cock sinking deeper yet within the gripping, wet-warm pinkness of Georgette's vagina.
Georgette's lower body rose automatically to meet Bobby's naked body as Bobby dropped his prick deeper and deeper into her.
The hardness of Bobby's pulsing penis gouged the sensitive flesh of Georgette's cunt, Georgette whining from a combination of passion and pain.
Bobby kissed her, his tongue twisting, stabbing deep into Georgette's mouth. Georgette's tongue responded, tasting the faint minty residue of a sucked lozenge that still remained on Bobby's breath and within the young man's warm saliva.
Suddenly, Bobby's increasing pleasure made it quite impossible for him to maintain his slow-paced entry into Georgette's body. So, with a sudden, unbelievable force, Bobby sent the last of his long, swollen penis soaring up Georgette's cunt like a battering-ram.
"Aaaauuuughhh!" Georgette moaned into Bobby's pressing mouth as Bobby's thick, lust-bloated prick-head jabbed without mercy into Georgette's awaiting body. Vaginal walls heaved open about the swollen roots of Bobby's thick meatiness as the heaviness of Bobby's sperm-filled testicles smacked noisily against the dark stretch of flesh that connected the lower edge of Georgette's pussy with her ass hole.
"Ooooooh ... my God ... my God!" Georgette moaned, skewered on the complete length of Bobby's meaty erection.
Georgette laid perfectly still, somehow afraid that any moment whatsoever was apt to send her cock-plugged cunt fissuring at each end. Because, as always, Bobby's blood-bloated prick seemed to fill Georgette beyond the young woman's capacity. The tender walls of Georgette's cunt felt friction-raw and cock-bruised. Georgette's tender cuntal membranes could feel each vein that ran the length of Bobby's blood-engorged member.
Bobby, basking in the luxurious feel of successful penetration, flexed the shaft of his cock making his prick pulse larger within the hugging confines of Georgette's silky sexual sheath.
"Jeesssssss, God!" Georgette hissed, feeling the expansion of Bobby's cock inside of her when he flexed his prick again ... and again ... and again. Yet, all the • while, Georgette's steamy cunt was slowly but painfully beginning to adjust to the mammoth phallic invader that had stretched Georgette's vaginal cavity as far as it could possibly be stretched.
Whatever pain, though, that Georgette had experienced was quickly lost amid the unmistakable tremblings of delight which were the direct result of the young man's sex plowed to his cum-ballooned balls inside of her.
Long experience telling him that Georgette's cunt was beginning to accept completely the presence of Bobby's cock inside of it, Bobby began to rotate his ass to stir his prick like a phallic pestle in a cuntal mortar.
A thrilling of consummate desire rippled through Bobby's muscular body as her jerked his cock upward and then spiked it down once again to his prick roots.
"Ohhhhh," Georgette moaned quite helplessly, her own body beginning to respond to Bobby's fucking by giving reflexive bouncings of its own.
Little tremors of excitement tingled throughout Georgette's body as she felt the fluid-like .rhythm of Bobby's fucking as his cock, inside Georgette's juice-soaked lower body, first pulled and then pushed.
"Good, isn't it, Georgette," Bobby said; and, it wasn't a question, even though he answered as if it were one. "Sure, it is. Sure, it is. Sure ... sure ... fucking ... sure ... it is."
Bobby began to increase his fucking tempo feeling Georgette's entire body responding to him, feeling Georgette wiggle and squirm as her trim hips ground upward to receive Bobby's total phallic length.
"Tell me how you want it, baby!" Bobby commanded, his lower body arching up and then falling down as his thick prick drew out to its head and then slammed back inside as far as its knotted roots. "Tell me, baby. Go ... ahead ... and tell me."
"I want it!" Georgette groaned, beside herself with pleasure. "I want you to fuck ... fuck ... Jesus ... fuck me!"
And, Bobby did just that, pumping away harder and faster ... harder and faster ... until Georgette was writhing beneath him, her guts erupting in wave after wave of ecstasy.
"Fuck me!" Georgette bellowed as her orgasming guts clasped hard about the length of cock that continued to move inside of her. "Fuck me!"
And, Bobby continued to fuck until his nuts were in eruption, the resulting mess of scalding male cream sending Georgette off into yet another climaxing more massive than the one which had shaken the woman senseless but seconds before.