arousal. "Mmm," she announced. "Yes. Nice and thick. You had a big load for me, didn't you?"
Jack nodded weakly. He lay sprawled on the couch with his pants around his ankles and his cock still pointed upward, glistening with spit and just beginning to soften. Jennifer grinned wickedly and reached down, wrapping a possessive hand around the shaft. "Ah, ah, ah," she chided, stroking him. "Not yet...it's my turn!"
Pivoting, Jennifer thrust her backside abruptly into Jack's face. She wriggled her rump, then stepped up onto the couch, releasing his cock for a moment as she straddled his lap and dropped her wet slit down toward it. Moments later, Jack's prick was back in her hand, being gleefully guided toward the sperm-stained maid's pussy as she knelt astride his crotch.
"Oh God, yes," she groaned as the warm flesh brushed her outer lips. "I've been wanting this for years. Fuck me, Jack!"
With a grunt, Jennifer rammed down hard, and the breath rushed out of her in a gasp as Jack's prick plowed into her body. Releasing him, her hand slipped up to her clit, rubbing furiously, and she started to ride up and down with hard, demanding thrusts of her hips. Flesh slapped on flesh as Jennifer rode her prize, her tits bouncing and her face dripping with gooey cum.
"Yes!" she shrieked. "Harder! Fuck me like a little whore -- fuck me stupid and fuck me all night long!"
Jennifer's cries turned wordless as her first climax of the night exploded through her body. She threw her head back (slapping Jack in the face with a mane of wet red hair) and screamed. Her fingers flew against her clit, and the wet walls of her pussy clenched down hard enough to make the nobleman grunt beneath her.
With a triumphant shudder, Jennifer sank back down onto Jack's cock, ready to ride him over and over again until she'd had her fill of cumming...and then she heard a startled gasp, and opened her eyes to see Mary standing in the doorway, jaw dropped and eyes wide with shock.
Jennifer froze, knowing exactly what she looked like: a cumstained slut, riding astride her mistress's brother and frigging her own pussy as she did it. She looked up at Mary through sticky eyelashes and managed a sheepish grin.
"Oh," Jennifer said, making her voice as casual and cheerful as she could. "Hullo, Mary. Welcome home!" Her smile turned slowly wicked, and she reached up to give one of her naked breasts a soft, deliberate squeeze. She flicked her tongue out to lap a thick strand of spunk from her cheek.
"Did you want to join us?" Jennifer asked sweetly.
~
Bathwater splashed in the distance as Mary sat in bed and fumed beneath her nightshirt.
The concept of sleepwear had gone underused since the night she and Jennifer staggered in from the taverns. Luxuriating in their newly broken barriers and the fine sheets the Baron and Baroness had provided for them, the two women had slept naked and entwined -- and had often stayed that way for some time upon waking, too.
But Mary was displeased, and she had decided to express that displeasure with a long, baggy nightshirt and a pair of decidedly unsexy drawers. Arms akimbo, she sat in bed, back against the headboard and glowering face turned toward the door as she waited for Jennifer to emerge from her second bath of the night.
The slap of bare feet on the floor heralded the redhead's arrival, and Mary made sure to furrow her brow sternly as the door handle turned.
To her credit, Jennifer slunk in with an appropriate (and perhaps even exaggerated) show of meekness. She had pulled on a proper robe, and her red hair was bound up in a towel, dispelling any seductive illusions. Mary gave a loud, disapproving sniff and looked away.
Jennifer offered a sheepish smile. "Madam Smythe," she murmured, pushing the door shut behind her. The latch clicked, shutting them in together. Mary had not heard a sound from her brother Jack since he fled the thoroughly awkward scene in her living room with an apologetic and unintelligible murmur; she
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