She seemed to be doing it well, too, for Wintergreen was flopping frantically about on the bed, his lips heaving as he fucked up into her mouth and his limbs flailing on the bed. If she hadn't known he was paralyzed, she never would have guessed it from the way his fists knotted at his sides and his heels drummed on the mattress and his thighs bunched with muscle.
"Oh, suck it, girl," he wailed. "Milk my pecker!"
He seemed to have noticed that her mouth had joined in, but Dolly was too thrilled by what she was doing to worry about that at the moment. She sucked all the more recklessly cm his cockhead and fed it even deeper into her throat.
Suddenly a trickle of thick; preliminary cum oozed from his knob and ran onto her tongue.
Dolly faltered, missing a beat, as she tasted cum for the first time in her life. Her eyes opened wide in amazement. The trickle ran over her tongue and slid down her throat.
Oh, it's yummy! she thought.
Then she bobbed up and down even more furiously, as if to make up for the stroke she'd missed. The taste of his spunk had made the sexy girl ravenous for more, eager to savor his whole hot load.
She felt his balls swell alarmingly in her hand. His stalk began to expand in her other hand, then balloon in her mouth. She sucked up the shaft, ducked down quickly, sucked up to the head again, her lips pulling frantically and her tongue lashing and laying.
"Here it comes, girl!" he howled.
Oh, yes, yes! she thought, pushing his cockhead far back into her throat and starting to pull up it again.
He came with half of his fat dick buried in her mouth and her fist pumping furiously on the other half. His thick geyser blasted into her mouth so hard that her head rocked under the force of the fluid blow and his haunches sprang back from the recoil.
She felt him whitewash her tonsils with the thick jet. The heavy cream splashed back, filling her mouth to overflowing, and she gulped it desperately down to make room for more, just in time; his second spurt, as powerful as the first, hosed her cheeks and throat in a steaming stream.
Dolly forced her head down onto this rising jet, ramming his spurting knob into her throat. Spunk overflowed, bubbling from her lips and running down his shaft and her chin.
Wintergreen poured a third thick load into her loving mouth, then gasped and went limp under her. But his cock remained standing in her mouth, and the cum thirsty girl continued to bob up and down as she savored the drink on a stick, milking every last drop from his cock and balls and swallowing it adoringly. Even after his prick had started to soften and diminish in her mouth, she continued to suck, coaxing out every last bit and draining him to the very dregs. Then she used her nimble tongue to gather up the errant drops that had overflowed and strayed onto his balls.
She lapped until not a smear of spunk remained unswallowed; she looked at him, awaiting his judgment.
"Nice head, girl," he grunted.
"Thank you, sir," she said, modestly.
She could certainly see why it was advisable to take his dick in her mouth when she jacked him off; he'd come enough to whitewash a cathedral wall.
She was already looking forward to the next time that his nurse had, a day off.
And the best part of it was that, with only a bit of rationalizing, she was able to convince herself that she had not given him a blow job at all-that her mouth, despite sucking a bucketful of cum from him, was still virginal. She lingered beside the bed, wondering-hoping-that he might need some more attention. But his eyes closed and he seemed to be asleep.
After a few minutes, the maid got up from the chair and tiptoed to the door quietly, wanting him to get plenty of rest and regain his vigor. She went out and closed the door softly, not seeing Jonathon duck around the corner.
The delicious taste of spunk lingered on her tongue, and her cunt was bubbling with cream. She grinned ruefully; she thought that she would have to rub herself off and wished that, like the rich folk, she had a dildo-or that, perhaps, she could ask the mistress for a second opinion on her pussy. She even wished that she had a chance to spend some time with Duke.
But Jonathon Wintergreen had plans for her, now.
And no sooner had Dolly closed the door, than Jonathan's father's eyes snapped open. He grinned. Leave it to his son to find the right sort of maid, he thought.
He sat up. Then he stood up. He waved his arms and stamped his feet, because they were stiff from his feigned paralysis. He did some nimble toe touching and a few vigorous deep knee bends, for he was a very fit man who exercised regularly. When he got the blood flowing again, he jigged in springly fashion to the dresser and poured himself a glass of brandy and sipped it with appreciation, head cocked to one side, as if listening to the sounds of his potent nuts filling up again.
CHAPTER FIVE
Dolly was headed back to her own quarters, thinking she would have a quick cunt rub before she carried on with her duties as a maid. She knew it was wicked of her to have gotten so excited, simply because she'd nursed the elder Wintergreen, but she couldn't help it. She might not be a cocksucker by definition-her own definition-but she had sucked a cock, all right, and swallowed his savory spunk, and that was enough to make the purest of maids a bit randy.
Then, too, there had been that remarkable session with the mistress, when Dolly had come for no reason-as she saw it-and she began to wonder if her sexuality was not starting to run, amuck. Basically passionate, but always before keeping that passion controlled, Dolly wondered if she was showing a reaction now to her years of enforced chastity. She thought it was pretty likely that she would lose her cherry the next time she saw Duke.
In fact, she had almost lost it the last time she saw Duke. But now, in this new setting-amidst the glamour of the wealthy-Duke no longer seemed quite so charming. Her maidenhead no longer seemed such an asset, either.
Rounding a corner, she encountered Jonathon, who had rounded it just in front of her, then turned back as if coming from the other direction. He looked innocent. He looked handsome, too, Dolly thought. She wondered how it would feel to kiss a man whose jaw did not stick out like the prow of a tugboat.
Jonathon raised his eyebrows.
"Finished with father already?" "Yes, all done."
"Was he happy with your work?" "I think so, sir."
"You haven't been very long. I do hope you cleaned up afterwards. Never do to have spunk congealing on the walls and dripping from the ceiling, eh?"
"Er…"
"The nurse has a truly time saving technique," Jonathon said. "I forgot to mention it to you. When he's ready to shoot, she takes his cock in her mouth and swallows it; saves a great deal of scrubbing up afterwards."
"Oh, you know about that, huh? Your father thought it was a secret."
"Ah, he told you that, did he?"
Jonathon was looking at her mouth, and Dolly blushed.
She wondered if her mouth would have to be examined now, as her virginal pussy had been before. What instrument would be used to test her mouth for chastity?
But he shrugged and said, "Well, I know nothing of such things, housework and whatnot; the servants don't tell me how to invest my money and I don't tell them bow to empty balls." He smiled diffidently. "Everyone has their own method, I suppose, and it must make a difference-if you are doing it in your line of work or in your spare time, for pleasure."
"I don't think it's so very different, sir. But I'm not really qualified to say, being a virgin."
"Ah, you are a maiden, are you?"
She nodded, blushing again, not sure if she was proud of her cherry or ashamed of it, if she should display it like a medal or conceal it like a blemish.
"Yes… your wife tested my virginity," she said.