Chapter 5
"I'm Jennie," said the small, but well-developed girl standing in the doorway of Maureen's bedroom. "If there's anything I can do for you, just ring." She pointed to a bell-push at the side of the bed that Maureen hadn't noticed before.
"That bell's for the kitchen," she said, indicating the one by the door that Ken Blake had shown Maureen, "but the other one rings in my room."
She stared at Maureen out of big eyes. "Miss Maureen, you're pretty!"
Maureen smiled. It was the evening after her visit to Mrs. Beauchamp-an unforgettable visit-and Maureen had been sitting in her room, brooding over the events of the day when the gentle tap at her door had preceded Jennie's appearance.
"Thank you, Jennie," she said, thinking that this was the first person she'd met who seemed normal since she came to Blythe House. "I think you're very pretty, too."
The young girl blushed and blinked her big eyes in embarrassment.
"How old are you, Jennie?"
"I'm eighteen, Miss Maureen."
"You don't have to call me Miss Maureen. Maureen is okay. I'm not much older than you."
"You're from New York, aren't you Miss-I mean Maureen?"
"Yes."
"It must be a wonderful place."
Maureen thought about it. "It can be," she answered, drily. "It can be damned awful, too."
The dark-haired maid backed from the room. "I'll go now, Maureen, and if you need me, just ring, anytime, day or night." She gave a little laugh, "I'm like always on call."
"I'll remember that," said Maureen, smiling. "Bye."
Maureen tried to get interested in a book that she'd brought with her from New York, then she tried on the new clothes that Mrs. Beauchamp, dear Millie, had given her. The sight of them reminded her of the sensual session in the dressing room at the shop, and she felt ashamed of the small thrill that ran through her as she thought of the culmination, the devastating orgasm that had rocked through her body. She'd never known that women could be like that, never dreamed that it was possible to have such a sensual experience with another woman. And then she thought of Jennie.
Maureen felt ashamed all over again at the awful thought in her mind. Such a cute figure, small but firm breasts and well-shaped legs with just a trace of baby-fat on her thighs which were so visible below the hem of her so-brief maid's uniform. Her mouth was attractive, too. Full lips that seemed to be wet all the time. She licked them whenever she spoke. A man would like pressing his mouth against lips like that. Or a woman.
Maureen jerked to her feet, pacing up and down her bedroom, a trickle of moistness running down the insides of her thighs.
She stopped in the middle of her bedroom, scrabbled under her skirt until she found the top of her pantyhose and thrust her hand inside and down. Her vulva was all wet, sopping wet, the tip of her clitoris hard.
She jerked across to the bell-push by her bed, pressing it again then again. When she sank down on the edge of her bed she found her knees were trembling.
It was only a few minutes but seemed like an age before there was a gentle tap at her door, then it opened and Jennie stood shyly on the threshold.
"You-you rang for me, Maureen?"
Her eyes looked bigger than before, thought Maureen, and her lips wetter.
"Yes, I-I-" she began hesitantly, then, "Jennie-I just wanted someone to talk to. I didn't really want anything," and she dragged her eyes away from the tiny strip of whiteness under the hem of Jennie's skirt where the baby-fatted thighs began.
The little maid smiled. "That's all right, Maureen. I'd like to sit and talk. May I sit down?"
Maureen patted the bed beside her. "Of course, sit right here."
Jennie sat down, glancing shyly at Maureen's legs. "You wear pantyhose, don't you? I'm not allowed to wear that here."
"No?" said Maureen, feigning surprise. "Then what do you wear?"
"Just ordinary stockings," said the maid, "see?" She lifted her skirt higher, baring creamy-white thighs which were as baby-fatted as Maureen had thought they would be. "Just old-fashioned stockings," she added.
Maureen stretched out her hand and stroked the soft, silky skin. "So smooth," she whispered, "so soft, like whipped cream."
Jennie giggled. "That's what William says-" then she broke off and put her hand to her mouth. "Oh, I shouldn't have said that."
"You can say anything you like to me," said Maureen softly. "You mean William, the butler?"
"Yes," Jennie answered with her eyes downcast.
"What does William do?" she asked.
A deep flush suffused Jennie's face. "Things," she said, her eyes still downcast.
"What kind of things?" Maureen's voice was quiet, coaxing.
Jennie looked at Maureen, searchingly. "Can I really talk to you, Maureen, without you repeating what I've said."
"I promise."
"Oh, I've wanted to talk to someone about things for so long, but there isn't anyone here to talk to. I mean, there isn't anyone my age-there isn't any girl that-"
"There is now," Maureen cut in, "tell me."
"Well, he-he likes to suck me."
Maureen pressed her thighs together tightly. "Where?" she asked hoarsely.
"Right here," said Jennie, dragging her skirt up high and pressing her fingers over her crotch, "on my pussy."
A tremor ran up the inside of one of Maureen's thighs. "And do you like it?"
Jennie nodded her head. "I-I guess I do. Maybe it's bad, but I do."
"It's not bad," whispered Maureen. She slid her hand up higher until it was touching Jennie's, where she held it so tightly over her crotch. "I'll bet you've got a cute little pussy."
"William thinks so," said Jennie.
Very gently, Maureen pushed the girl backward until she was lying on her back on the bed. "Let me see how cute it is," she whispered. Her fingers trembled as she reached up to the waistband of the tiny briefs, and Jennie offered no resistance when Maureen slid the flimsy silk down.
Her shoes slipped off her feet, falling to the floor. Maureen slid the briefs off the maid's legs. When she looked up from her task and saw the thick pubic growth, she caught her breath.
"William's right," she murmured, taking a foot in either hand to stretch them apart. She watched the slim slit at the apex open into a wet, red rosebud. "You're lovely, Jennie," she whispered.
Irresistibly, her hand slid up to the creamy whiteness with the red cherry in between. She paused at the pink vaginal lips. "May I touch it?"
"If-if you want to-" gasped Jennie, opening her legs wider.
She jerked when Maureen touched the soft inner tissue of her vulva, then moaned when she reached the clitoris.
"I like it, Maureen, I like what you're doing. Maybe it's bad, but I like it!" The words panted from Jennie's lips.
Maureen's lips felt dry, so she moistened them with the tip of her tongue. "Would you-" she faltered, "would you like me to kiss you there-on your pussy? Would you, Jennie?"
"Oh, yes! Yes, yes, yes, Maureen!"
Maureen licked her way up the soft inner thigh, wondering at the excitement that flickered through her own body as she savored the feel of the smooth skin on her tongue. When her lips encountered a softer, wetter piece of flesh and she realized she was touching the outer fringe of Jennie's vulva, Maureen felt a thick fluid seep from between her legs, and she squirmed as Jennie moaned with pleasure.
"So good, Maureen," groaned Jennie, "sssso good!"
She thrust her tongue into the warm wetness, feeling the pliant vaginal walls churning against her lips, as the little maid squirmed with beginning ecstasy. Her tongue slid up higher, found a tensile spire that jerked when she touched it, so she encircled it with her lips, sucked it in, let it squirm out, then entrapped it again. Jennie began to lift and lower her buttocks with slow sensuous movements while Maureen gripped the clitoris between her teeth, tickling the stiff tip lightly with her tongue. Jennie's moans became higher, more intense.
"Bite me, Maureen-not hard-but bite!" Her teeth closed more tightly, gripped the squirming stem of the aroused clitoris, and her tongue flickered frantically on the hard tip. Low squeals slithered from Jennie's lips, and she writhed her small bottom more urgently.
"Now," she squealed, "now, Maureen, make me come now!"
The sound went higher and higher, and Maureen bit more deeply, sucked and tickled until her tongue ached as Jennie began to orgasm. She started with small jerks, her clitoris becoming a bobbing, writhing snake. It swelled, tensed and squirmed as though being tortured. Finally, the warm vaginal fluid flowed down, engulfing Maureen's mouth, and Jennie jerked herself over, twisting her body face-down on the bed. Maureen watched the twin mounds of her rounded bottom rise and fall as the girl writhed to her climax. Slowly, the movements subsided, and Jennie turned her head to look at Maureen over her shoulder. Her face was flushed, eyes bright. "Wonderful, Maureen, the best!" she whispered, then reached a hand down to Maureen, and accepting the invitation, Maureen scrambled up the bed until her face was beside Jennie's. She pushed out her lips to the maid's mouth, and they kissed each other, deeply, with tender yet sensual pleasure.
"Now, I'll do it to you," Jennie whispered breathlessly when they separated.
"No," said Maureen, "we'll do it to each other. Turn upside down and put your face between my legs. I'll do the same to you!"
With frantic eagerness, Jennie twisted herself on the bed, while Maureen ripped off her skirt and dragged down her pantyhose with trembling fingers.
Jennie was lying on her back, her head near the foot of the bed and Maureen rolled herself on top of the girl, parted her legs, straddling Jennie's face, then letting her own mouth go down onto the wet, creamy still-quivering vulva.
Jennie looked up at Maureen's thighs, white and smooth, stretched on either side of her face. And right in front of her eyes, she could see the wet pinkness of an open vagina.
"Your-your pussy's cute, too, Maureen," she whispered before opening her mouth and pulling on the soft buttocks until Maureen's vulva was positioned over her lips. Her tongue slid out to caress and tickle the shivering tissue until it opened wider and the tiny spire of an awakening clitoris became visible. She reached up higher with her lips and tongue until she could touch the slender thread of sexuality. As soon as she touched the clitoral tip with her tongue, Maureen's whole body jerked.
"Mmmmmm, Jenneeee, mmmmm!"
Each time Jennie's tongue slid over her clitoris, Maureen's buttocks lifted, then squashed down again, pressing her vulva back onto the little maid's mouth. The two girls made wet, moaning sounds of pleasure as they satisfied each other with eager, determined devotion.
Outside Maureen's bedroom door, saliva dribbled from William's mouth as he crouched at the keyhole. Because of the position of Maureen's bed, he was staring straight into Maureen's spasming vulva. His hand groped at his crotch as his excitement became unbearable. Suddenly, unable to endure it, he straightened up, cast furtive glances up and down the corridor and hurried to the library door.
"Oooh, Jenneee-Jenneee!" Maureen's voice rose higher and higher, "I-I'm coming-"
She felt the maid's soft lips closing around her clitoris, squeezing it, exciting it and satisfying it. This was different. This was the sweetest ... the very best....
William locked the library door behind him, then half-ran to the life-like effigy of beautiful Anne Boleyn. He was unfastening his pants as he moved to the replica, and by the time he stepped onto the low dais at Anne Boleyn's feet, his penis was projecting like a horn of lust.
His fingers trembled as he raised the model's skirt, groping between soft, foam-rubber thighs until he found the synthetic vaginal lips. They opened under his fingers, then squeezed shut again. Pressing his body against the pliant figure, he withdrew his fingers from the foam-padded vulva and seized his penis. He thrust it forward and up, groaning with the effort to force his swollen organ into the accommodating lips of Anne Boleyn.
A deep sigh of satisfaction soughed from his lips when this was done. His knees trembled and shook as he lifted and lowered himself, driving his shaft in and out of the unmoving effigy. The soft, foamy vulva seemed to clutch his penis. It was already moist from the cream that William had spread on it that morning when performing his daily duties in the library. He kept it always ready for the sexual delight it could give him.
He pushed his hands under the model's skirt where perfectly-formed buttocks rested with a delicious cleft splitting them. His fingers sank into the foaminess, clutched tightly, holding the figure hard against him as he drove in and out with jerky, urgent movements.
"Oooh," he groaned under his breath, "you lovely, fucking doll-oooooh, Anne-you've a creamy, fuckable cunt!"
His movement became more frenzied as he felt his climax approaching.
"I-I'd better go back to my room, Maureen," Jennie whispered. "Sometimes your aunt rings for me at night."
"I hate to let you go," murmured Maureen.
The two girls were lying in each other's arms, their lips just inches apart. They had orgasmed and orgasmed, and now they were recuperating, just kissing and resting.
"I don't want to go," said Jennie. "I'd like to stay with you all night."
"There'll be other nights," Maureen reassured her.
"Oh, yes-"
"So many more-"
"You'll kiss me-and I'll suck your pussy-"
"And I'll suck yours, and lick it-"
"Your clit'll jump-"
"You're getting me aroused again, an' I can feel your pussy movin' under my fingers-"
"Don't stop doin' what you're doin'-"
"What?"
"You're-You're-diddling me!"
"Like it?"
"Just love it-"
"Let's do it once more before-"
"Oh, yes-an' dig in deep-"
"Deeper an' deeper-"
"As deep as my tongue'll go-"
Soft female flesh slithered over soft female flesh as the two bodies twisted and writhed themselves into position.
"Now-" breathed Maureen, her mouth poised over Jennie's opening vulva.
"Oh, yesss-"
Her mouth went down as she felt Jennie's lips reaching up to her vulva and clitoris, and the ecstasy began again.
Thick globs of white juice dripped from the vulva of Anne Boleyn. William Selke squatted at the effigy's feet, watching it. He had fastened the statue's skirt in such a way that the foamy vulva was bared. Now he stared at the hair-fringed aperture as the juice of his own lust slid from it.
"Don't worry, my love," he whispered, "I'll suck you dry in a minute." He breathed deeply through his nose. "Just let me rest, my lovely one, I'll lick your sweet cunt dry."
He let his eyes drop down. "I'll polish your shoes for you, too, my love." He gave an obscene snigger. "You deserve some service for what you do for me. I keep some polish in here especially for you, my lovely Anne, yes, just for you." Saliva dribbled from his mouth. "What more can an old man do? You service me an' I service you. What more can an old man do?" And he gave a childish laugh.
Jennie had just returned to her room when Maureen noticed that the maid had left her silk briefs behind. She smiled: she'd take them to Jennie. She dragged a robe over her naked body, telling herself that this wasn't just an excuse to see the little maid again, then started down the corridor.
She was halfway down when she heard the strange, squelching sounds coming from behind the library-door....