The Maid Returns

She caressed his scrotum with one hand, and with the other she ran it along his shaft, masturbating him. She felt his cock twitch, and his scrotum tensed. She moved away so that he could see the stream of come that erupted from his cock arcing over her, falling onto her face and tongue, then she quickly swallowed his cock again to allow the next spurt to pour down her throat. As his shudders ceased, she began to lap at his come-covered cock, relishing the taste of him.

He slumped down beside the two women, a wave of tiredness sweeping over him, his tumescent cock now softening. He realised that Victoria was still fingering her own sex, rubbing and probing as she knelt on the bed in front of him. Ever professional, she was putting on a show for him and she spread her legs wider to allow him to see. Of the three of them, she was the only one who hadn't come, and despite his tiredness, there was one more thing he had planned to do.

Shifting position, he lay down between her thighs and began to lick, the tip of his tongue teasing her clitoris. Her taste was fresh and sharp, and as he delved deeper with his tongue into her vagina, the scent became richer and musky. She began to thrust her pelvis against his face, smearing his cheeks with her juices. She leaned back, taking the weight of her body on her arms, rubbing herself against him. He soon brought her to orgasm, his tongue vibrating against her, and her thighs clenched him there, almost smothering him in her sex.

She raised his face to meet hers, and began to lick her juices from his cheeks, like a kitten lapping cream, and ended with a deep kiss, probing his mouth with her agile tongue.

She turned again to Mary, who was lying rigid, almost curled into a ball, her eyes fixed on the couple. Victoria wondered a little about the expression In Mary's eyes, but soon dismissed it from her mind as Phillip reached for his clothes and began to dress.

Phillip, a little annoyed with Mary's attempt to stop Victoria during their sex play, and angry that Mary had become quiet and withdrawn, ordered her to the carriage to wait for him.

She sat there, sullen and miserable, her thoughts whirling. She wanted to go home, away from this place and get back to their normal life. She waited for him, for the man who had changed her life so completely, not knowing if he was hers still.

Phillip was saying goodbye to Victoria, now wrapped in an ivory silk peignoir so fine that it barely concealed the colour of her nipples.

'How do you like Mary?' he asked, pulling on his gloves.

'She's very sweet-she reminds me of someone, I think,' Victoria leaned against the bureau in the study as he wrote out a cheque for her. She drew her fingers down the neck of her gown, drawing his attention to her body once more.

'There's a reason for that,' he looked up as he signed the cheque flamboyantly, 'she's your sister.'

Victoria drew her breath sharply. 'My sister?' she repeated, not sure that she had heard correctly.

He nodded, and briefly told her the story of the housemaid from his youth, and of how Mary didn't know of their relationship.

'Why haven't you told her?' Victoria was appalled. She suspected that the girl thought that she was in love with Phillip, and that would account for her expression and her change in behaviour after seeing the two of them together. Phiilip wasn't too sure why not, but he was adamant he wasn't going to tell her. However, he didn't think that he could now resist his younger daughter either.

'Can I see you again, Vicki?' he asked.

She looked at him coldly, still upset that he hadn't told her of her sister, and that he had knowingly forced her to pleasure the girl.

'Any time you can afford another fifty guineas, papa,' she said sweetly, the smile not reaching her eyes.

He ignored the tone of her voice; she may have been his daughter, but he had greatly enjoyed her performance and would willingly pay for an encore. For now though, he had to return home.

Back in Rothsmere, their life returned to the usual path. Mary had tried to forget about the episode in London, half ashamed that she had initially enjoyed it, and then trying to put the rest of it out of her mind. What she couldn't forget though, was the feeling that had swept through her when she had looked at Phillip as he watched Victoria ram her hand into Mary's soft flesh; she had despised him for a moment. She was confused and bewildered, and tried to make up for momentarily hating him by indulging him further, doing everything that he asked of her.

Phillip was keen to go back to London; he had enjoyed the debauchery, and wanted to see Mary in that position again, wanting to avail himself of every technique that Victoria had learned over her time there.

Victoria herself was equally dwelling on the episode. She still couldn't quite believe that she had a sister, and realised that was why she was so drawn to the girl.

A few weeks after the episode, Thomas returned to London. He did so in his usual fashion, bursting back into her life as though he had never been away, as though he hadn't abandoned her, or taken money from those men to whom he had introduced her.

He appeared suddenly one day at her door; the little maid scurried into her mistress breathlessly to announce him and Victoria had barely a second to compose her features and prepare herself. She had thought about his return for so long, and had planned the insults she would throw at him. Each obscenity was carefully chosen, each barbed insult would cut him to the bone, but as he strode across the room she forgot all of that. His sun scored face crinkling into a broad smile, he held out his arms and she ran to him, hugging him tightly and breathing in the rich manly scent.

He sat down on the sofa, pulling her down onto his lap, his arms around her.

'Did you miss me, lass?' he smiled, knowing what her answer would be.

She replied by kissing him, long and hard, and her hands began to undo his shirt, pulling off buttons in an attempt to touch him. She could feel his cock nudging at her, and his hand slid under her skirts to her thighs. He could feel the warmth emanating from her pussy and he plunged in a finger. She was already wet, desparate for him. Lifting her skirts, she straddled him and he freed his cock from his breeches. She sank onto him, implaing herself on his fat shaft. Both still almost fully clothed, she began to fuck him, clenching and unclenching her vaginal muscles, grinding her hips onto him. Their mouths worked against each other, fencing with their tongues, tasting each other.

He didn't last long under such a determined onslaught and she milked his cock dry, feeling her pussy flood with heat as he pumped his viscous seed into her.

She cuddled in against him, still holding his cock deep within her and began to talk. She knew that Thomas loved to hear her talk about her needs and desires. In the past, when she had been with another man, he had wanted to know all the details, always masturbating his cock as she described her lovers in depth, bringing himself to orgasm as she poured out descriptions of the size of their manhood and the taste of their sperm.

She told him about Mary and Phillip. She told him how she had fucked her father's mistress with the strap-on dildo that Thomas had bought for her to use on him. She described how she had fingered Mary and then forced her hand inside her vagina, and how Phillip had become so excited that he had fucked her, pumping his cock into her bowels and then pouring his seed down her throat. She shuddered as she recalled her father licking her sex, grinding against his face as she came.

Thomas hadn't realised that Phillip had desired his younger daughter in that way, but he became very excited at the thought of his friend with the two women, and wondered if there was any way that he could engineer the same situation. Victoria was still talking, and he tried to concentrate on what she was saying. She was telling him about Mary not knowing who she was, and how Phillip hadn't told her, but whilst she was talking, her vaginal muscles were still gripping him, and he could feel his cock begin to stir into action again. The talking would have to wait.

Chapter 3

Thomas was home for a few months; his last voyage had been very successful and he could indulge himself and his lady. First though, was a visit to his old friend, Phillip, Baron Rothsmere.

Phillip was wary about the visit; the last one had ended with the ravishment of his daughter by Thomas, and their subsequent elopement. However, he could no longer claim to have the moral upper hand, and he had missed Thomas. He was looking forward to sharing Mary with him as they had done before. He had enjoyed watching Thomas in action, watching his fine cock shafting into her, and then sucking Thomas's cock clean of her juices. He had not had the opportunity to be with another man since Thomas, and realised that he missed the rough embrace.

Mary hadn't been well for a couple of weeks. She had kept this from Phillip, thinking that as she was only afflicted early in the day then it was nothing to be concerned about. Her breasts were tender though, and she had involuntraily winced on a number of occasions when his caresses had become too enthusiastic. It was only when she recalled the date that she made the connection; she had missed her monthly courses. This time, she knew she was pregnant for sure by Phillip.

She stood in front of her mirror naked, looking at her slim form. Turning to the side, her hands moved to cup the barely inperceptible swell of her stomach. She looked no different, but knew that her baby was growing inside her belly.

When Phillip announced that Thomas was coming to visit, her heart sank. She knew what this meant; she knew what they would want of her. If she angered Phillip by refusing to please his friend, would he throw her out? How would she fend for herself and her baby? Her mood, confused by the hormones of early pregnancy fluctuated. Should she tell him and hope that he would be pleased? What would happen if he wasn't? Would he be repulsed by her becoming fat and swollen-bellied? Would he get bored of her and hawk her around his friends, selling her off to the highest bidder? She tried to hide her mood from him and he didn't seem to notice, excited as he was by the thought of Thomas.

The captain arrived several days later. He was larger than life, solid and muscular, making Phillip seem like a slim boy. Mary knew that his cock was in proportion, and remembered the feeling of his weapon driving in her. Having gone from first dreading his visit, in the peculiar hormonal maelstrom of pregnancy, her body began to look forward to what was to come.

Phillip had invited Thomas down to Mary's cottage; this was more private than the Manor House. His wife had been outraged that he had even considered inviting Thomas to stay after what he had done to their daughter, but Phillip was adamant. His wife's feelings meant little to him now, and he was looking forward to spending the evening with him and Mary.

They arrrived early in the evening at her cottage, and for that she was grateful. Her early morning nausea had worn off, and she had taken some wine as a tonic. Her head was singing a little, and she was cheerful, more so than Phillip had seen her in some time.

She played hostess, pouring brandy for the two men, listening as Thomas regaled them with tales of life on the high seas. He told them of exotic women in exotic places, in the far East where the boys were as beautiful as women and more exciting to fuck, and in Africa where a maidenhood could be bought for a shilling.

Mary had dressed in a silky wrap; although her pregnancy was not yet visible, her corsets and stays were feeling uncomfortable. Both men looked appreciatively over her body as she moved gracefully around the room, drawing the curtains and tending to the fire.

She knew the two men were watching her, and allowed her wrap to fall open slightly, showing the curve of her breasts. Then she settled back on the sofa at Phillip's side, the silky material riding upwards as she curled her legs under her, leaning against him.

Phillip's arm went around her shoulders, and he drew her face to his for a kiss. Thomas sat opposite, watching as their embrace grew more sensual. Phillip unfastened her gown, showing off her body to Thomas and her mind clouded over, the desire to show off her body and reach fulfuillment taking over.

She leaned back , sliding her bottom to the edge of the sofa so that she could spread her thighs, and Phillip slid his hand down her belly and began to play with the soft curls of her pubis. He pulled at them lightly, then slid his forefinger further, entering the warm cleft between her pussy lips. She closed her eyes and a small smile played around her lips as he masturbated her, rubbing and fingering her pleasure nub. He delved futher and could feel the silken juices begin to flow. She lifted her leg and draped it casually across the sofa arm, separating her lips wider, knowing that she was giving Thomas a clear view of what Philip was doing to her. Thomas watched as Phillip's finger probed slowly in and out of Mary's tight entrance, the eroticism heightened by the fact that he knew this was Phillip's daughter.

Both men were hard now, their cocks straining. Mary reached across and began to touch Phillip through his breeches, feeling for the hard shaft and massaging it firmly. Still keeping his fingers inside her, he managed to loosen his clothing and she felt his warm cock slap into her hand. She began to stroke the familiar flesh, revelling in its firmness.

She couldn't resist any longer, and leaned over to take him in her mouth, her lips encompassing the rounded tip of his cock to suck him into her throat. He still played with her, manipulating her flesh until she was writhing and finding it difficult to concentrate. She slid off the sofa and knelt on the floor at his feet, bending her head over his groin. She spread her arms wide across his thighs, her head sinking onto him, his cock sliding down her throat as his pubic hair tickled her chin and neck. She was consuming him, wanting to bury her face there and swallow his cock, taking as much as she could and wanting him to pulsate deep within her. As she caressed him, her hips and thighs moved, her buttocks rising and falling, and Thomas could see the glistening creamy fluid moistening her sex, trailing down her thighs.

He stood quickly and undressed, clumsy in his haste. He had to bury his cock in her. She was lost in her own world, sucking at Phillip's cock, devouring him. Thomas wanted to plunge into her hot sex, feeling her muscles clamp around him, seeing her impaled between them.

He moved in behind her and began to touch her, reaching between her creamy thighs. She gasped as she felt his fingers on her and tried to push back against them, wanting to be penetrated. Phillip knew what Thomas was doing, and pulled his cock from her mouth, smiling at her mutinous expression. He sat back up on the sofa and beckoned her to do the same. He stroked her long smooth thighs and watched as Thomas knelt at her feet, sucking her toes. Mary loved the attention, and pulled Phillip's face down to hers for a long, slow kiss, exploring his mouth and purring against him.

His hand slid back down her stomach he entangled his fingers in her pubic hair again, the middle finger probing for her clitoris. He spread her lips wide with his fingers, and invited Thomas to taste her, giving him easy access to her labia. Thomas's tongue dipped eagerly to her, tasting her sweet juices and he began to lap at her tight nubbin of tissue, nibbling softly. He swept his tongue licking down her perineum almost to her secret entrance, probing a little at the puckered ring there, then back again, flicking her pleasure bud. Philip played with her breasts, kissing her passionately whilst holding her pussy for Thomas to play with.

She began to buck, her pelvis rocking against Thomas's mouth, wanting him to probe deeper. She knew she needed to feel him inside her, and murmured against Phillip's shoulder as he nuzzled at her breasts, asking him to take her.

Thomas, kneeling between her spread thighs began to rub the head of his rigid cock over her sex, slapping it gently against her pleasure bud, stimulating her. He heard the change in her breathing and knew she was enjoying this: her breasts were being toyed with by one man, her pussy by another.

He began to probe her pussy, slipping two fingers inside her. Almost immediately, Mary pushed her own finger in besides his, feeling her heat and wetness. Thomas removed his, leaving Mary to finger herself, and raised his hand to her mouth, pushing them in and watching her taste her own juices.

Then he returned to push his fingers back into her, and using her juices for lubrication, he pushed one slowly into her tight entrance, lowering his mouth to cover her labia as he did so. There was resistance at first but she was beyond pain, and began to move her pelvis, forcing his finger deeper into her. Her finger was deep within her sex, his was probing her tight anus and she felt deliciously full, both holes being stimulated.

She felt wild and abandoned; one man was sucking at her breasts, teasing her nipples and another was fingering her tight anus whilst she played with her pleasure bud. She was close to orgasm but the feeling was so delicious that she didn't want to come; she wanted to prolong this sensation as much as possible.

She sat up, displacing their hands, and moved to lean over the sofa arm. She needed to feel a cock inside her, pumping away, and Thomas obliged, moving quickly to place his bulbous cock head at her entrance and thrusting sharply, plunging into her in one fell swoop. She was forced over the sofa arm, and her face was pushed into Phillip's groin. She began to suckle him again, loving the taste of him in her mouth, driven further onto him under the force of Thomas's thrusts.

Then Thomas stopped suddenly and she was frustrated once more. He wanted to taste her again, and pulled out from her, kneeling quickly behind so that he could lick her pussy, long laps of his tongue sweeping across her plump lips and up to her anus once more. Mary was almost delirious by now, being stimulated in so many ways, hands and mouths working on her. Thomas moved her from the sofa arm: he wanted to feel her against him, and lay down on the hearthrug. She lay on top of him, her face to his groin, tasting his cock in the way she had her Masters.

Thomas's cock was larger, meatier, and her lips stretched around it with difficulty. She kneeled over him, her sex settling across his face and his tongue had easy access to her sex. He began to probe, licking and stabbing with his tongue until she was in a frenzy. Phillip knelt beside them, his hands and fingers working across their bodies. He didn't know what to work with: he could hold Thomas's proud cock, helping Mary take it in her mouth, or push two fingers inside her pussy as Thomas was licking at her pleasure bud, or begin to loosen up her tight anus, knowing that he would be exploring there later. His hands skated across her body, arousing every inch of her flesh.

His cock grew harder, watching his friend licking her, and he wanted to feel that talented tongue for himself. Mary was leaning forward now, her buttocks high and her mouth pushed well down on Thomas's cock. He was having to strain to reach her sex, and Phillip got a clear view of her pussy, framed by a fluff of golden curls. His cock hard, he held it firmly and began to rub it over her lips from behind, and then down onto Thomas's face, teasing his mouth, enjoying the flick of his tongue around the thick ridge of his helmet. Then he plunged into her. With each stroke, he pulled almost out, and Thomas's tongue worked frantically, lapping around her lips and then dancing around the thick shaft of Phillip's cock.