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Mary had often wondered what her godfather's house would look like. It was much grander than she expected. Mary was excited when she entered the mansion that would be her home for the next few months. The warm embrace that Paul, a long-time friend of her parents' and a successful businessman, had given her when she arrived, had been a little longer than strictly necessary. But she did not mind that at all. She had always found Paul with his green eyes and shock of auburn hair fascinating. Now that she was 18, she was looking forward to getting to know him better.
Her bedroom was high-ceilinged and airy. She took her shoes and socks off, lay down on the firm mattress, and thought about what the next few months might bring...
The first supper with Paul was an intimate affair, with only the May, the maid, serving. They sat opposite each other, talking about Mary’s school, Paul’s stables (horses were one of his passions) and what she might want to do to get acclimatised here. Before she withdrew, he kissed her on the forehead, his hand brushing her left breast as if by accident. She felt a tingle go through her body. “Sweet dreams”, he said.
Although the bed was more than comfortable, Mary had trouble falling asleep that first night. She was tossing and turning, the moonlight falling through the crack in the curtains giving her an excuse to keep her eyes open. Then, when she had almost succeeded in nodding off, she heard a noise from down the corridor, that jolted her back…
It was a low moaning, that, far from frightening her, made her curious and let that tingle she had felt earlier return. She tiptoed out of her room on bare feet, and down the corridor. A shard of light was falling on the floor from Paul’s bedroom. As Mary got closer, she heard two voices: “Oh yes, please, deeper. Harder!” Mary looked through a crack into the room: The foot-end of the bed was pointing towards the door. On it, Paul was lying on his back. The maid, May, was sitting on top of him. Both were naked. Mary gasped when she saw Paul’s erect cock slowly and rhythmically penetrating the maid’s vagina, which was wet and swollen.
Mary was shocked, but could not take her eyes off the scene. She was fascinated by the light film of white foam that was building around the maids labia, where her juice was being fucked into a lather by Paul’s beautiful cock. Paul was grabbing May’s cheeks, and gently but firmly pulling them apart, exposing her pink anus, which was contracting with every thrust.
The maid's skin was pale, her flesh firm and young, her red locks falling down her slender back Mary felt a deep longing to be in her place. Instinctively, the reached under her nighty. Her panties were soaked. She slid her hand up along her pussy and felt her clit hard and erect.
She hadn't really paid attention to the maid earlier, being so deep in conversation with Paul, but she had noticed how pretty her freckly face had been. Now she could only see her from the back, riding Paul, moaning in lust, her thigh muscles visible unter her milky skin.
Mary started rubbing her clit.
She felt her own wetness through her panties. She felt her face flushing, her eyes as though they were on stalks, staring intently at Paul thrusting his hips upward. Every time his shaft, glistening from May’s juices, pulled back, Paul winding his body up for the next thrust, May’s engorged labia slightly slid outward to, gripping his cock as though they wanted to make sure he came back, deep inside. She threw her head back, her toes curling, just like Mary could feel her own gripping the wooden boards of the floor she was standing on in lustful concentration.
„Turn around“, Paul said in a strangely tortured voice. Mary looked on enraptured as May dismounted, turned towards the door and got down on all fours. She was now seemingly looking straight at Mary with her bright blue eyes. Her bottom raised, biting her full lower lip, her firm breasts resting on the crisp white linen of the bed. Mary could not help herself. Swiftly and quietly, she slipped her soaked panties down; they came to rest in a crumpled ring on top of her left foot.
Paul positioned himself behind May. Carefully pulling her cheeks apart, he let the tip of his cock rest on the entrance of her pussy for a moment. Mary, sliding a finger insider herself, felt her own pussy contracting. It felt as though May was watching her, too, although Mary could not imagine it was possible to see her in the darkened corridor. She was biting her own lip hard, an intermittent tiny squelching noise from her slippery pussy being the only sound she was making.
Mary had touched herself before, especially during a summer a couple of years ago, when she was sharing a room with her beautiful cousin Suzanne (without the other girl ever realising she was masturbating in the bed next to hers). But this was different. Her clit had never felt this hard, this big and swollen. She couldn’t decide what made her horiner, May’s flushed face, her lustful stare, of Paul’s aroused concentration, as he re-entered the maid with self-assured strokes.
Mary was beyond caring. She slipped her nighty over her head, her nipples hard from the cool breeze in the corridor as much as from her immense arousal. She stood, her legs apart, one hand gripping the frame of the door, the other – now frantically – rubbing her pussy, fingerfucking herself, flicking her clit, all in total silence. On the bed, Paul was fucking May with majestic thrusts, the girl opening her mouth wide in a silent scream of lust.
Mary was conflicted, afraid she might be caught, in this moment of unbridled horniness. Some residual common sense cautioned her, told her to go back to her room as long as there was still time. But her body wanted something else. She loved this, the naughtiness of it, the feeling of her pussy juice running down her bare leg to her ankle. She was vicariously experiencing sex with her godfather whom she admired so much, and looking at a beautiful girl being fucked, something that Mary had always dreamed of.
Paul was clearly nearing the climax now. His eyes closed, his thrusts getting quicker, more urgent. May was gripping the bed linen in pre-orgasmic arousal. Mary felt like she was in a dream, thrusting her own hips forward instinctively, rubbing her mound.
May was breathing hard now, her panting breath in synch with the thrusts going insider her pussy. Mary was also gasping for breath now, her brow and upper lip covered in a thin film of sweat despite the cool air. She took her eyes off the scene on the bed for a moment, looing down. For the first time she could remember her clit had grown so engorged, that it was now slightly peeking out under her hood. Her pussy was a beautiful pink colour – the same as her face, as she would have noticed if she had looked in the mirror at that moment.
„Oh God, I’m cumming“, Paul gasped all of a sudden. He opened his eyes, looking straight at the door. Mary’s heart dropped a beat. A shudder went through his body, his stomach tightening, as he shot a huge, hot spurt of semen into May’s welcoming pussy. May responded almost immediately, letting out a long, guttural moan as she came with her master, her hands pulling on her nipples, her left cheek pressed against the mattress.
When she saw Paul and May cumming, Mary knew that she would not be able to hold back any longer, either. Had Paul seen her? Had May? She didn't care anymore. Plunging her middle finger deep into her pussy, pressing on her hard clit with the palm of her hand, she let go. The orgasm build up deep inside her and seemed to spread out through all her limbs and nerve endings. Mary had never cum so long or so hard. Her bare toes grabbing for purchase on the wooden floor, her pussy contracting spasmodically, she gave herself over to an earth-shattering orgasm.
It didn’t really subside, but went on and on. Mary let out a moan, she could not stop herself. While she was still in the throes of cumming, she saw through the crack that both Paul and May, though also still in a post-orgasmic haze, looked at the door in unison! Mary grabbed her nighty, and ran down the corridor, quickly and quietly closing the door behind her.
Throwing herself on her bed, Mary began to sob into the cushion. So many conflicting feelings were racing through her mind and body. This had been so arousing, and yet - if Paul and the maid had heard (or even seen!) her, she would not be able to face them in the morning. A girl masturbating in the corridor like some peeping Tom - surely Paul would send her home at the earliest opportunity.
In the meantime, Paul had withdrawn from May, leaving her to rest contentedly on her stomach, half asleep. Both of them had heard the sound coming from the door, but May was too shattered to care. The wrapped the blanket around herself, while Paul go up from the bed, stroking her red curls in a passing gesture of gentleness, and went to the door, naked as he was. The corridor was dark and empty. Paul was about to close the door again, when something white on the floor caught his eye. He looked down. There, right outside his bedroom door, lay what appeared to be a crumpled pair of girl's panties.
Paul knelt down and picked it up. It was exactly what he thought it was. A pair of cotton panties, rolled up as though taken off in haste - and the fabric was very damp. Paul lifted his find to his nose. A familiar smell greeted him, the same musky smell that had just wafted up from Mays pussy as he was fucking her from behind.
Without thinking, Paul ran his tongue along the inside of the panties: The distinct, delicious, slightly sour taste of fresh girl cum. Although he had only just ejaculated a rather big load, Paul felt a familiar jolt going through his crotch.
He went back into his bedroom, where Mary was already sleeping in the position she had colapsed in after her orgasm, and grabbed his green silk dressing gown. Closing the door behind him, he went down the corridor. There was only one place to go, as there was only one other person in the house tonight. Paul stood in front of Mary's bedroom door, thought for a moment, then gently rapped on the wood three times.
He had to knock a few more times until the door was opened from the inside. Mary peered through the crack. "Paul!" she said, clearly (and unsuccessfully) pretending to just have woken up. "What is the matter? I was fast asleep." Instead of an answer, Paul produced the panties from his dressing gown's pocket. "You can kick me straight out if I'm mistaken here, my darling, but are these yours, by any chance?" he asked, his expression unreadable.
For a second, Mary wanted to deny everything and slam the door shut in fake outrage. But then tears filled her eyes: "Oh Paul, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to...You woke me up...I mean, I heard something and got scared...!" Her protestations were cut short, when Paul, smiling, lifted the panties to his face and smelled them again. "This is so delicious, Mary. It is a lovely present to find outside one's bedroom door."
Tears were still running down Mary's face, but seeing Paul savour the odour of the panties that she knew were soaked with her own pussy juice also reignited something else, something that hadn't really gone away since she had cum outside his bedroom. She was confused and a little disturbed. As if reading her mind, Paul asked: "Would you like me to go away. If you do, I'll close this door, and none of this will ever have happened. I promise, darling." "No, please don't go", Mary replied quickly. She opened the door wider, and without thinking, she took two steps towards him and laid her head on his chest: "Can you just hold me for a moment? Please?"
As Paul embraced her gently, Mary buried her face in the silken folds of his dressing gown. “You won’t send me straight back to mummy and daddy, will you, Paul?”, she asked, her voice half muffled by the silk. “Of course not, my darling”, Paul assured her, stroking her head and down her neck. “I am much too happy to have you here! As my honoured guest…” Mary looked up to him, straight into his green eyes. “Can I come in for a minute”, Paul asked. Without replying, Mary stepped back and let him enter the room.
Her bedroom was high-ceilinged and airy. She took her shoes and socks off, lay down on the firm mattress, and thought about what the next few months might bring...
The first supper with Paul was an intimate affair, with only the May, the maid, serving. They sat opposite each other, talking about Mary’s school, Paul’s stables (horses were one of his passions) and what she might want to do to get acclimatised here. Before she withdrew, he kissed her on the forehead, his hand brushing her left breast as if by accident. She felt a tingle go through her body. “Sweet dreams”, he said.
Although the bed was more than comfortable, Mary had trouble falling asleep that first night. She was tossing and turning, the moonlight falling through the crack in the curtains giving her an excuse to keep her eyes open. Then, when she had almost succeeded in nodding off, she heard a noise from down the corridor, that jolted her back…
It was a low moaning, that, far from frightening her, made her curious and let that tingle she had felt earlier return. She tiptoed out of her room on bare feet, and down the corridor. A shard of light was falling on the floor from Paul’s bedroom. As Mary got closer, she heard two voices: “Oh yes, please, deeper. Harder!” Mary looked through a crack into the room: The foot-end of the bed was pointing towards the door. On it, Paul was lying on his back. The maid, May, was sitting on top of him. Both were naked. Mary gasped when she saw Paul’s erect cock slowly and rhythmically penetrating the maid’s vagina, which was wet and swollen.
Mary was shocked, but could not take her eyes off the scene. She was fascinated by the light film of white foam that was building around the maids labia, where her juice was being fucked into a lather by Paul’s beautiful cock. Paul was grabbing May’s cheeks, and gently but firmly pulling them apart, exposing her pink anus, which was contracting with every thrust.
The maid's skin was pale, her flesh firm and young, her red locks falling down her slender back Mary felt a deep longing to be in her place. Instinctively, the reached under her nighty. Her panties were soaked. She slid her hand up along her pussy and felt her clit hard and erect.
She hadn't really paid attention to the maid earlier, being so deep in conversation with Paul, but she had noticed how pretty her freckly face had been. Now she could only see her from the back, riding Paul, moaning in lust, her thigh muscles visible unter her milky skin.
Mary started rubbing her clit.
She felt her own wetness through her panties. She felt her face flushing, her eyes as though they were on stalks, staring intently at Paul thrusting his hips upward. Every time his shaft, glistening from May’s juices, pulled back, Paul winding his body up for the next thrust, May’s engorged labia slightly slid outward to, gripping his cock as though they wanted to make sure he came back, deep inside. She threw her head back, her toes curling, just like Mary could feel her own gripping the wooden boards of the floor she was standing on in lustful concentration.
„Turn around“, Paul said in a strangely tortured voice. Mary looked on enraptured as May dismounted, turned towards the door and got down on all fours. She was now seemingly looking straight at Mary with her bright blue eyes. Her bottom raised, biting her full lower lip, her firm breasts resting on the crisp white linen of the bed. Mary could not help herself. Swiftly and quietly, she slipped her soaked panties down; they came to rest in a crumpled ring on top of her left foot.
Paul positioned himself behind May. Carefully pulling her cheeks apart, he let the tip of his cock rest on the entrance of her pussy for a moment. Mary, sliding a finger insider herself, felt her own pussy contracting. It felt as though May was watching her, too, although Mary could not imagine it was possible to see her in the darkened corridor. She was biting her own lip hard, an intermittent tiny squelching noise from her slippery pussy being the only sound she was making.
Mary had touched herself before, especially during a summer a couple of years ago, when she was sharing a room with her beautiful cousin Suzanne (without the other girl ever realising she was masturbating in the bed next to hers). But this was different. Her clit had never felt this hard, this big and swollen. She couldn’t decide what made her horiner, May’s flushed face, her lustful stare, of Paul’s aroused concentration, as he re-entered the maid with self-assured strokes.
Mary was beyond caring. She slipped her nighty over her head, her nipples hard from the cool breeze in the corridor as much as from her immense arousal. She stood, her legs apart, one hand gripping the frame of the door, the other – now frantically – rubbing her pussy, fingerfucking herself, flicking her clit, all in total silence. On the bed, Paul was fucking May with majestic thrusts, the girl opening her mouth wide in a silent scream of lust.
Mary was conflicted, afraid she might be caught, in this moment of unbridled horniness. Some residual common sense cautioned her, told her to go back to her room as long as there was still time. But her body wanted something else. She loved this, the naughtiness of it, the feeling of her pussy juice running down her bare leg to her ankle. She was vicariously experiencing sex with her godfather whom she admired so much, and looking at a beautiful girl being fucked, something that Mary had always dreamed of.
Paul was clearly nearing the climax now. His eyes closed, his thrusts getting quicker, more urgent. May was gripping the bed linen in pre-orgasmic arousal. Mary felt like she was in a dream, thrusting her own hips forward instinctively, rubbing her mound.
May was breathing hard now, her panting breath in synch with the thrusts going insider her pussy. Mary was also gasping for breath now, her brow and upper lip covered in a thin film of sweat despite the cool air. She took her eyes off the scene on the bed for a moment, looing down. For the first time she could remember her clit had grown so engorged, that it was now slightly peeking out under her hood. Her pussy was a beautiful pink colour – the same as her face, as she would have noticed if she had looked in the mirror at that moment.
„Oh God, I’m cumming“, Paul gasped all of a sudden. He opened his eyes, looking straight at the door. Mary’s heart dropped a beat. A shudder went through his body, his stomach tightening, as he shot a huge, hot spurt of semen into May’s welcoming pussy. May responded almost immediately, letting out a long, guttural moan as she came with her master, her hands pulling on her nipples, her left cheek pressed against the mattress.
When she saw Paul and May cumming, Mary knew that she would not be able to hold back any longer, either. Had Paul seen her? Had May? She didn't care anymore. Plunging her middle finger deep into her pussy, pressing on her hard clit with the palm of her hand, she let go. The orgasm build up deep inside her and seemed to spread out through all her limbs and nerve endings. Mary had never cum so long or so hard. Her bare toes grabbing for purchase on the wooden floor, her pussy contracting spasmodically, she gave herself over to an earth-shattering orgasm.
It didn’t really subside, but went on and on. Mary let out a moan, she could not stop herself. While she was still in the throes of cumming, she saw through the crack that both Paul and May, though also still in a post-orgasmic haze, looked at the door in unison! Mary grabbed her nighty, and ran down the corridor, quickly and quietly closing the door behind her.
Throwing herself on her bed, Mary began to sob into the cushion. So many conflicting feelings were racing through her mind and body. This had been so arousing, and yet - if Paul and the maid had heard (or even seen!) her, she would not be able to face them in the morning. A girl masturbating in the corridor like some peeping Tom - surely Paul would send her home at the earliest opportunity.
In the meantime, Paul had withdrawn from May, leaving her to rest contentedly on her stomach, half asleep. Both of them had heard the sound coming from the door, but May was too shattered to care. The wrapped the blanket around herself, while Paul go up from the bed, stroking her red curls in a passing gesture of gentleness, and went to the door, naked as he was. The corridor was dark and empty. Paul was about to close the door again, when something white on the floor caught his eye. He looked down. There, right outside his bedroom door, lay what appeared to be a crumpled pair of girl's panties.
Paul knelt down and picked it up. It was exactly what he thought it was. A pair of cotton panties, rolled up as though taken off in haste - and the fabric was very damp. Paul lifted his find to his nose. A familiar smell greeted him, the same musky smell that had just wafted up from Mays pussy as he was fucking her from behind.
Without thinking, Paul ran his tongue along the inside of the panties: The distinct, delicious, slightly sour taste of fresh girl cum. Although he had only just ejaculated a rather big load, Paul felt a familiar jolt going through his crotch.
He went back into his bedroom, where Mary was already sleeping in the position she had colapsed in after her orgasm, and grabbed his green silk dressing gown. Closing the door behind him, he went down the corridor. There was only one place to go, as there was only one other person in the house tonight. Paul stood in front of Mary's bedroom door, thought for a moment, then gently rapped on the wood three times.
He had to knock a few more times until the door was opened from the inside. Mary peered through the crack. "Paul!" she said, clearly (and unsuccessfully) pretending to just have woken up. "What is the matter? I was fast asleep." Instead of an answer, Paul produced the panties from his dressing gown's pocket. "You can kick me straight out if I'm mistaken here, my darling, but are these yours, by any chance?" he asked, his expression unreadable.
For a second, Mary wanted to deny everything and slam the door shut in fake outrage. But then tears filled her eyes: "Oh Paul, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to...You woke me up...I mean, I heard something and got scared...!" Her protestations were cut short, when Paul, smiling, lifted the panties to his face and smelled them again. "This is so delicious, Mary. It is a lovely present to find outside one's bedroom door."
Tears were still running down Mary's face, but seeing Paul savour the odour of the panties that she knew were soaked with her own pussy juice also reignited something else, something that hadn't really gone away since she had cum outside his bedroom. She was confused and a little disturbed. As if reading her mind, Paul asked: "Would you like me to go away. If you do, I'll close this door, and none of this will ever have happened. I promise, darling." "No, please don't go", Mary replied quickly. She opened the door wider, and without thinking, she took two steps towards him and laid her head on his chest: "Can you just hold me for a moment? Please?"
As Paul embraced her gently, Mary buried her face in the silken folds of his dressing gown. “You won’t send me straight back to mummy and daddy, will you, Paul?”, she asked, her voice half muffled by the silk. “Of course not, my darling”, Paul assured her, stroking her head and down her neck. “I am much too happy to have you here! As my honoured guest…” Mary looked up to him, straight into his green eyes. “Can I come in for a minute”, Paul asked. Without replying, Mary stepped back and let him enter the room.
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