dripping snatch.
"Good heavens, Jennifer," Jack said. He looked at the naked maid, not at Mary, and quirked one eyebrow. "Whatever is going on in here?"
"Mary has a confession to make," Jennifer replied sweetly. "She's recently discovered the joys of womanhood, but she's yet to take a cock in her pretty little snatch. Do you think your could do the job? She was begging for it, just moments earlier, weren't you Mary?"
Jennifer tugged on Mary's wrists, and the noblewoman gasped and squirmed. She looked from Jennifer to Jack, quailing beneath their amused, expectant expressions. "No," she sobbed, close to tears, "that is -- please, Jack, I didn't want to. I didn't know what I was doing. We can pretend it never happened, please!"
To her surprise, Jack's expression softened. He entered the room and came toward the bed, raising a finger to his lips. "Shh," he said. "There, there. It's all right, Mo. Jennifer's a naughty minx, isn't she?"
Chuckling, Mary's brother laid a hand on her knee. She flinched, still held by the wrists in Jennifer's grasp, and wailed softly in despair as Jack pushed gently to spread her knees apart. Her pussy gleamed in the candlelight, its thick bush matted with wetness, and Mary could smell the musk of her own arousal. She was sure Jack and Jennifer could smell it too. Jack quirked one eyebrow, and his lips twitched in amusement.
"Well, Mo," he said, smiling, "I think there must be something to what Jennifer says. You are awfully wet, aren't you?" Reaching out, he touched her pussy with one finger, and Mary gasped. A bolt of pleasure shot through her; it was all she could do to keep herself from moaning and thrusting herself toward him.
"Jack," she begged, struggling to collect her thoughts as his finger began to rub slowly up and down, "it isn't right. We're...we're brother and sister!"
Jack smiled indulgently. He was fondling the front of his trousers with his free hand; Mary could see a bulge tenting the thin linen outward. "We're not, really, Mo," he reminded her. "I love you dearly, but you are adopted, after all." He pushed, experimentally, and Mary's cunt spread for him. The finger slipped into her steaming depths, thicker and stronger than Jennifer's had been. Mary cried out. Jack smiled and crooked his finger, stroking the inside of her sex. Shivers of pleasure ran down Mary's spine. She found herself panting for breath; sweating into her already-sodden nightgown.
"Relax," Jack urged her. "Mary, listen -- I've been a bit of a wild rover these last years; you know that. There's nothing you could do that would shock me, all right?" He gave her a sympathetic smile. "You're a lovely young girl, whatever Jennifer's been getting you up to." His eyes slid sideways to the naked maid, and he smiled; she bobbed an ironic curtsey and dimpled at him. "Now, tell me truly, sister," he said sternly, fingering her for a moment longer before rising and tugging at his trousers. "Have you ever been with a man?"
As he spoke, Jack pulled his trousers down, freeing the shaft of his manhood. Mary gasped -- she had never seen one before, and it stood out red and angry from his crotch, like s ome kind of weapon. She shivered. Did women really put those in their bodies? But it was not so very different from the toy Jennifer had made for her, at that. Softer than the polished wood, perhaps? Warmer? More pleasant against her inner walls, surely; perhaps even against the tender rim of her backside?
Mutely, Mary shook her head. She was unable to tear her gaze away from the stiffened cock. It warmed her belly with a hot, lustful fire. Dimly, she recognized the same arousal that Jennifer's expert manipulations of her rear end gave her, and she shivered as Jack cupped a hand around his shaft and stroked it lazily.
"Would you like to?" he asked softly. Climbing onto the bed, he came toward her on his hands and knees, brushing hot palms against her thighs to spread them even wider. Mary sat with her back against the
"Good heavens, Jennifer," Jack said. He looked at the naked maid, not at Mary, and quirked one eyebrow. "Whatever is going on in here?"
"Mary has a confession to make," Jennifer replied sweetly. "She's recently discovered the joys of womanhood, but she's yet to take a cock in her pretty little snatch. Do you think your could do the job? She was begging for it, just moments earlier, weren't you Mary?"
Jennifer tugged on Mary's wrists, and the noblewoman gasped and squirmed. She looked from Jennifer to Jack, quailing beneath their amused, expectant expressions. "No," she sobbed, close to tears, "that is -- please, Jack, I didn't want to. I didn't know what I was doing. We can pretend it never happened, please!"
To her surprise, Jack's expression softened. He entered the room and came toward the bed, raising a finger to his lips. "Shh," he said. "There, there. It's all right, Mo. Jennifer's a naughty minx, isn't she?"
Chuckling, Mary's brother laid a hand on her knee. She flinched, still held by the wrists in Jennifer's grasp, and wailed softly in despair as Jack pushed gently to spread her knees apart. Her pussy gleamed in the candlelight, its thick bush matted with wetness, and Mary could smell the musk of her own arousal. She was sure Jack and Jennifer could smell it too. Jack quirked one eyebrow, and his lips twitched in amusement.
"Well, Mo," he said, smiling, "I think there must be something to what Jennifer says. You are awfully wet, aren't you?" Reaching out, he touched her pussy with one finger, and Mary gasped. A bolt of pleasure shot through her; it was all she could do to keep herself from moaning and thrusting herself toward him.
"Jack," she begged, struggling to collect her thoughts as his finger began to rub slowly up and down, "it isn't right. We're...we're brother and sister!"
Jack smiled indulgently. He was fondling the front of his trousers with his free hand; Mary could see a bulge tenting the thin linen outward. "We're not, really, Mo," he reminded her. "I love you dearly, but you are adopted, after all." He pushed, experimentally, and Mary's cunt spread for him. The finger slipped into her steaming depths, thicker and stronger than Jennifer's had been. Mary cried out. Jack smiled and crooked his finger, stroking the inside of her sex. Shivers of pleasure ran down Mary's spine. She found herself panting for breath; sweating into her already-sodden nightgown.
"Relax," Jack urged her. "Mary, listen -- I've been a bit of a wild rover these last years; you know that. There's nothing you could do that would shock me, all right?" He gave her a sympathetic smile. "You're a lovely young girl, whatever Jennifer's been getting you up to." His eyes slid sideways to the naked maid, and he smiled; she bobbed an ironic curtsey and dimpled at him. "Now, tell me truly, sister," he said sternly, fingering her for a moment longer before rising and tugging at his trousers. "Have you ever been with a man?"
As he spoke, Jack pulled his trousers down, freeing the shaft of his manhood. Mary gasped -- she had never seen one before, and it stood out red and angry from his crotch, like s ome kind of weapon. She shivered. Did women really put those in their bodies? But it was not so very different from the toy Jennifer had made for her, at that. Softer than the polished wood, perhaps? Warmer? More pleasant against her inner walls, surely; perhaps even against the tender rim of her backside?
Mutely, Mary shook her head. She was unable to tear her gaze away from the stiffened cock. It warmed her belly with a hot, lustful fire. Dimly, she recognized the same arousal that Jennifer's expert manipulations of her rear end gave her, and she shivered as Jack cupped a hand around his shaft and stroked it lazily.
"Would you like to?" he asked softly. Climbing onto the bed, he came toward her on his hands and knees, brushing hot palms against her thighs to spread them even wider. Mary sat with her back against the
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