Chapter 7
"Stand up, Barbara, I want to examine you!"
"Yes, sir!" , A sudden silence fell as Barbara and Paula switched off their vibrators. In the absence of that twin buzzing, Wendy's muffled whimperings became louder.
"And a very good morning to YOU, my dear!" Albert leered.
Wendy wailed, then turned her face to the wall.
"Don't worry, dear, you won't be neglected!" Albert assured her.
"Neglected?! " Paula laughed. "Well, hardly!" Paula chuckled. "Why, we've been working over this miss for the last hour!"
"Yes, I can see that!"
Indeed he could what with Wendy displaying all the symptoms of a young miss in the extremities of sexual stimulation.
If only she could cover her breasts with those betraying stiff nipples, or hide away the red, swollen, seething condition of her over-stimulated pussy!
But with her hands and legs in restraint, she could do nothing.
For now, though, it was Barbara who became, briefly, the center of attention.
Albert told Barbara to turn around.
"Yes, sir!"
Barbara pirouetted, the white ruffles of her petticoat flashing under her black satin skirt of the maid's uniform.
Barbara stood with her back turned to Paula and Albert. Coy, the coquettish maid glanced archly over her shoulder at master and mistress.
"Raise your skirt, Barbara.. . petticoat, too!" Barbara hiked up her garments in the rear.
Already, the skirt was so short that merely the act of walking lifted skirt and petticoat to flash the bottom curves of Barbara's lush rear.
The petticoat crackled, rustling against the silk skirt, as Barbara lifted the skirt to her waist.
Albert leaned forward, head tilted toward Barbara's lush rear.
Rosy red color tinted her ordinarily creamy pink buttocks.. . but it was only a light touch of color, having had a night to lessen.
"Why, that bottom of yours is hardly warm!" Albert said. "I'll have to warm it for you later, Barbara!"
"Yes, sir!"
"And who knows what else I'll have to do, eh?"
His fingers slipped into the deep crack of her ass. His probing fingertip found the little dimpled button of Barbara's anus.
He pressed it. The anus was moist, sticky with sweat, tight.
"Ooh!"
Barbara's stiff nipples responded to the quivering of her massaged asshole.
Albert withdrew his hand from her rear, after giving it a little pat.
Barbara let down her skirt and petticoat.
"But what sort of host am I?" Albert wondered aloud, "to have neglected our guest, your little niece, Paula?
"I'll have to remedy that oversight!"
Whimpering, Wendy sought to evade Albert when he sat down on the edge of the bed, slippered feet planted on the floor.
But where could Wendy go?
Nowhere not when she was bound to the bed in spread bondage.
"How charming you are, Wendy how utterly charming!"
A gurgling sob was muffled by the sodden panty gag in Wendy's mouth.
Fresh tears dribbled from her red eyes. She shook with soft sobbings.
"Go ahead, dear, cry all you like, yes," Albert cooed. "You certainly suffered at the hands of Johnny last night! Not to mention other parts of his anatomy!
"Johnny violated the laws of hospitality when he ravished you, Wendy. If it's any consolation, Johnny has been, and will continue to be, most severely punished.
"In the meantime, I will do my upmost to insure that the remainder of your stay here is as delightful as possible!
"Which is what my wife and Barbara have been doing for you up to now, I see!"
Wendy flinched when Albert's hand touched down on her breasts.
His fingers stroked smooth bosom flesh, savoring silk-like textures. He palpitated her breast, fingers working, squeezing.
"Actually, Paula, your little niece is not so little!"
"She does have gorgeous tits, doesn't she?" Paula gurgled. "Indeed!"
"They taste divine, too!"
"I'm sure you've already lunched on them!"
"On her tits yes; but it's Barbara who had the main course! But go ahead, Albert, try some of Wendy's good sweet titties!"
"My pleasure," purred Albert.
"Hers, too.. . eventually!"
"Nothing like a good morning kiss, eh, Wendy?"
So murmured Albert Townsend as he bent his head down to Wendy's bosom.
Wendy whimpered, squirming.
"Now, now, my dear girl, just calm yourself.. . I'm not going to hurt you!"
Albert pressed his face against Wendy's breasts. Wonderfully pneumatic, they buoyed up his head like a cushion.
His hands fastened on the breasts.
The bosom flesh was sticky from saliva, and incredibly sensitive from the various suckings and vibrator games played on them.
Albert clutched the breasts in each hand, fat stiff nipples protruding from the tops of his hands.
He kneaded the mounds. The nipples, fat as they were, swelled even fatter from the handling. Albert nuzzled the stiff nipples.
His mouth fastened on the throbbing button of a nipple, lips closing over it.
His lips clutched the nipple, sucking while his tongue whipped it.
Pop!
One nipple flopped out of his mouth, while he put his mouth to the other nipple, licking and sucking that one.
Then he pressed both breasts, pushing them into distended shapes, forching them so their stiff nipples stood side by side.
His mouth stretched as he lowered it down on both nipples at once.
A little game it was, taking both nipples in his lips at once.
Few acts could more aptly have demonstrated the erotic greed of Albert Townsend than in his taking not one but two nipples in his mouth at once.
Wendy's breasts were distended, pulled and stretched at the tips, so that both nipples could throb side by side in the center of his mouth.
Albert sucked and slurped.
At last, he came up for air.
Pop! Pop!
Both nipples flopped out of his mouth. They throbbed more than ever. Albert's mouth was wet. He smacked his lips.
"You were right," Albert said, "she is delicious!"
"Wait 'till you taste her where I did!" Barbara smirked.
"Oh, I will to be sure," Albert said. "But I'm in need of something more than mere oral stimulation!"
So was Barbara so was his wife.
Paula had moved the stool back from the bed, affording her a front-row view of all that would happen upon it.
She sat facing the bed. The maid sat on her lap.
Paula's hand fastened on Barbara's bosom.
The front of the maid's uniform was stretched out of shape and straining at the seams from Barbara's oversized bust.
The mounds pressed tautly against black satin fabric, so the maid's uniform swelled out like a balcony of bosom flesh.
Stiff nipples stood outlined against shimmering black satin like pebbles.
Paula fondled the maid through the uniform. Her gliding hands rustled against the black satin sheathing the breasts.
Barbara oohed and aahed.
Paula's fingertips stroked and stimulated the nipples through black satin. Her hands slid down, lower, lower.. .
Albert rose, to stand at the bedside.
Wendy flicked a fearful glance at him a glance which became even more fear-ridden when she saw the bulge at his crotch.
His green mint-colored silk pajamas were lifted by a swollen erection, whose knob-shaped head was outlined against it.
"Yes," Albert murmured, "I think I'll show our little, excuse me, our not so little guest, the full hospitality we offer!
"Especially after you ladies did such a fine job of readying her!"
Albert leaned over the flinching girl.
Wendy's light brown bush was soaked with saliva, saturated with the stuff, which dampened and darkened it.
Her pussy lips and upper thighs were no less wet.
Wendy groaned when Albert touched her pussy.
The pussy lips were darkly red, swollen from the previous hour's session of oral sex and vibrator stimulation.
Saliva and secretions formed a glossy coating on the pussy.
Wendy moaned when Albert's fingers played with her pussy lips, opening them.
He slipped a questing finger inside her.
Oh yes," Albert announced, "she's ready."
"And so are you!" Paula laughed. "Yes, I am!"
Albert grabbed his crotch and squeezed his stiff penis through his pajamas.
"Since you're so delightfully naked, I'm sure you won't object if I, your host, join you in this informality, Wendy!"
Wendy did object with every atom of her being but that was why the gag was stuffed in her mouth.
Albert took off his robe. He pulled off his pajama top.
He was a middle aged man with a mature physique:
Sloping shoulders, chest hair going gray, a thick but not fat torso, and a monstrously thick, fat penis.
He loosened his pajama bottoms, then pulled them down -
His stiff penis flopped out, to jut quiveringly from his heavy hips.
Wendy really started squirming then.
"Now, now, my dear young lady, don't excite yourself! Although your squirmings should be just absolutely delightful, come to think of it!"
Paula inquired:
"Do you want Barbara to suck you before you put it in Wendy?"
"No, that won't be necessary! You two did a good job on her she's just dripping wet between the legs more than ready for me!
"And frankly, I can't postpone my anticipation of enjoying her sweet pussy any longer! So, if you girls will excuse me, I'll be at it!"
Albert mounted the bed and the girl.
He climbed on the mattress, crouching on hands and knees over the girl. His erection jutted down at her.
He reached under himself, took hold of his erection, squeezed.. .
"Ah.. . . "
He lowered himself down on Wendy.
He lay flat atop her. His body was warm, smooth, heavy. He pressed her into the mattress, penis prodding her pussy.
He guided the head of his cock to her pussy.
He massaged the cock head up and down the pussy lips, but only for an instant, then his cock tip wedged open the pussy lips.
He slipped the cock head into the pussy lips, forcing them open.
Heat poured out of Wendy's pussy Barbara and Paula had well readied her.
Albert's face, already swollen with choking lust, darkened more as he worked his rod into the girl's honeyed slit.
His eyes rolled as his cock head was clutched by Wendy's satiny sheath .
When his cock was partially in her, he lowered himself down, allowing his weight to push his penis deep into her.
Wendy had been oralized and vibrated, but her pussy was still tight, and it shot through with twinges when he put it in her.
Albert hissed his breath in gasping groans as he inserted his rod.
Lubricated by her juices, and the saliva which Barbara's mouthing had liberally deposited in Wendy, his penis thrust inward. Total penetration achieved! Fully inside her now, Albert delighted in having his seething member holstered in such steamy scented pussy flesh.
Finally overcoming the delicious state in which her tight hot pussy had thrown him, he began moving atop her.
His thick spreading buttocks tightened. His hips rocked. He began working his penis back and forth inside her.
Under him, she was slippery as an eel, with her silky skin and her nipples like living rubies and her bush like moist velvet. And, within -She was heaven!
Albert started slowly, with deep probing thrusts. He kept his cock lodged deep, and rose on his toes, straining to drive his penis deeper.
She was slippery. He sweated, too. His sweat greased his body and hers so their flesh came together clingingly.
The bed creaked on its frame. Groans were forced out of Wendy with each thrust.
Albert pressed his weight down on elbows and knees and continued to plow into her. His penis flared hotter with every stroke.
Paula, meanwhile, amused herself by fingering Barbara's pussy.
Barbara had pulled her skirt and petticoats up to her waist, exposing her charms. She sat across Paula's laps, across those broad strong thighs.
Barbara's plump stockinged thighs were parted.
Paula's hand worked between them.
Paula pressed her forefinger and middle finger together, then worked them both into Barbara's dripping pussy.
At the same time, she pressed her thumb against the maid's clit -
Slowly, to be sure, and gently at first, but with ever-increasing ardor. And all the While, she worked her fingers back and forth in Barbara.
Barbara's bare bottom was sweaty against Paula's skirted thigh. Paula steadied the girl with one arm around her waist.
Both femmes watched Albert fuck Wendy, firing their own desires.
Albert's hips rose, his buttocks lifting as he drew back, then falling as he thrust forward, plunging his penis into the girl.
Barbara's clitoris was fat and oily and throbbing. Sensation shot through her from each contact, no matter how light, of Paula's hand.
Barbara was not far from her climax.
Paula knew that from Barbara's ardent squirmings from her lust-contorted facial expression and from the heavings of her pussy.
It wouldn't take many more plunging strokes of her fingers, of her thumb touching the clitoris, to bring Barbara over the edge.
But -
Barbara was not going to get the release she so desperately desired. Not yet, anyhow.
For Paula was pulling her fingers out of Barbara, all the way out this time.
Barbara moaned with disappointment and sexual frustration.
"Oh, Paula "
Paula's fingers, wet with juices, imperiously pointed at the floor.
Barbara would kneel before Paula, orally serving the mistress while Paula watched her husband finish fucking Wendy!