Lucinda was nineteen years of age when she entered the house of Mr. John Larkin. About to enter the drudgery and despair of the workhouse, he had noticed her situation and had arranged for her to be installed in his household as a maid. His current maid had recently retired and he was of want of one.
He lived with his ward in a modest country house that was serviced by a 'live out' cook and a housekeeper. Lucinda had no experience but was soon shown the basics by the housekeeper. She got along with all the staff and family including Constance, Mr. John's eighteen year old ward.
One of her duties in the evening before retiring was to fold down Mr. John's bed and insure the bed pan had sufficiently warmed it to his liking. It was while doing this task one evening, when Mr. John entered the room. "Good girl Lucinda," he said. "Now Lucinda, I'm not feeling quite sleepy yet, so I would like you to perform a task to help me achieve this state. I don't suppose you would have been shown yet, so come over here and I will instruct you."
"Yes Sir," she replied, taking the bed pan out and bending down to place it under the bed. He admired her small rear-end, which was covered by the starchy black skirt of her maids uniform. Lucinda shyly turned to face him as he was now standing near her facing the bed. She demurely clasped her hands together in front of her as she obediently looked up at him.
Taking off his tie, Mr. John threw it on the bed. "Now firstly, undo my shirt buttons."
"Yessir," Lucinda replied obediently.
He helped by undoing the first few then she did the rest. His white shirt fell open to reveal his naked chest and stomach. Lucinda blushed. "Now unbuckle my belt and unbutton my trousers."
She looked up nervously, "Sir, yes sir." Her small hands struggled at first, then unclasping his belt and the top button of his trousers, she noticed a bulge protruding through the material.
"Unbutton my fly as well." This she did and his trousers fell to his ankles, the bulge was now quite noticeable through his white long johns. "Now you must get on your knees and pull my pants down."
"Yes sir." She hitched her skirt a little to allow her to sit down revealing her black leather boots and her thick white stockings. On her knees, she raised herself slightly taking hold of his long johns on each side of his hips and gently slid them down his legs. To her amazement, his penis bounced wildly out, erect and straining, inches from her face. Lucinda looked at his throbbing member wide-eyed.
"Is this the first time you have seen one?" he asked.
"Yes sir," she whispered.
"Well, now is as good as time as any to learn about men. Take hold of it."
She wrapped her tiny grip around his stiff cock.
"Now pull my skin back to expose my gland."
"Yes sir," she said, as she pulled his foreskin back to reveal his purple helmet.
"Now put your hands in your lap."
Her hands obediently went back to her thighs and she knelt there in front of him his erect penis dripping excitedly with pre-seminal fluid. He put his hands on each side of her head, his fingers running through her brown bobbed hair, gently fondling her ears which made her shiver. He pulled her head closer to his cock its purple head resting on her lips.
"Open your mouth," he commanded. Lucinda's mouth dropped and he pulled her head onto his stiff cock as he pushed it in her mouth. "Good girl, now suck. Suck as hard as you can."
She did, tasting his cock's leaking fluid and sweat, Smelling the musk of his pubic hair. Feeling the firmness of it as it slid in and out of her warm mouth. The harder she sucked the harder he thrust his excited cock, until it exploded in her tiny mouth. He pulled it out but still he ejaculated, pulling her head closer as she sat there with her hands in her lap. His cock danced and throbbed over her face covering her in hot semen. He pulled her even closer, his cock slid across her face and his sweaty balls came to rest on her face.
"Good girl!" he gasped. "Now go clean yourself up, you're dismissed."
"Yes sir," she shakely rose to her feet, uncertain of what had happened, but feeling a sense of pride that Mr. John was so happy with her, "Good evening, sir."
"Yes. Good evening Lucinda. You're a good girl."
She smiled with a blush as she closed his bedroom door behind her.
It had been a week and Lucinda had become accustomed to her new employment and surroundings. She went about her work diligently and for the most part with enjoyment. Her quarters were located in a small adjoining room in her master's bedroom, containing a bed a small table and a candle. After her work she had a little time to relax before sleep, so was quite happy. One evening, she had been tasked to draw a bath for Constance, her young mistress. She would be taking it in her guardian's room as that was the largest fire on the upper floor. After setting the fire and boiling the water she filled the large copper basin which the housekeeper had placed in front of the fire. Constance was called and Lucinda began assisting her remove her clothes.
Constance was a slim bodied eighteen year old with long blonde hair and of fine manners. As she was removing her garments the master entered the room and sat in armchair next to the fire. He watched with pleased smile as his ward slid out of her clothes, his eyes taking in her peach little bottom and her pert little breasts. Lucinda couldn't but notice the blonde wisps of her pubic triangle. Constance stepped into the fragrant water and stood there for a moment, shyly enjoying the attentions that her guardian and his maid were paying towards her. After strict instructions not to wet her hair, Lucinda gently poured water over her shoulders and gently bathed her using a natural sea sponge, running it over her body until her mistress was satisfied, she stepped out of the tub, allowing Lucinda pat her skin dry, after which both girls stood there awaiting instructions.
Lucinda in her maids uniform with her hands clasped together and Constance in the same pose only naked. Mr. John rose from his seat and began folding up the sleeves of his shirt. "Yes. Very good," he said. He kissed each girl on the forehead. Lucinda gasped slightly at the heat that flowed from her forehead through her body. His fingers traced down Constance's naked shoulder and gently pushed her arms away from where they covered her modesty.
Kneeling in front of his ward his head was at the height of her small breasts which he began to kiss. His hands began caressing her hips and buttocks, spreading her cheeks apart his fingers and feeling her anus. Constance let out a little gasp as a finger found her hole. After sucking and kissing both of her nipples, her guardian's kisses began to move down from her chest, over her tummy until he was kissing the fleshy mound of her blonde mons, his tongue lapping at the length of her.
All the while, Lucinda watched, in quite excitement. She felt a moistness between her legs. "Now lay down my sweet child," Mr. John said, as he lay Constance on the rug, she grasped the undersides of her thighs and pulled her legs upwards. Lucinda caught her breath as she saw Constance open like a flower. Mr. John knelt and slid his hands under her buttocks, lifting her wide open crotch to his face. His tongue drove into Constance while his thick fingers stroked her labia and button.
After a time Lucinda observed that Constance began to have a fit and gave a choked scream as her body flailed and tightened. Releasing her sweat slickened thighs, she weakly batted at Mr. John's head. Finally, Mr. John's head flew upwards, his lips glistening, as he panted, and lowered Constance's hips to the carpet. He still knelt, stroking her legs, as Constance caught her breath. Behind them, Lucinda felt her body shaking with a need that she would come to know as horny. She watched as Constance raised her hands and Mr. John pulled her to her feet. He rose beside her and they turned on her.
Lucinda shook with anticipation as guardian and ward began plucking at her clothes. Beginning with her pinafore, then her black dress, she marveled that no matter how much clothing they took off of her the warmer she became. She soon stood in her white woolen stockings and black leather boots. Mr. John stared into her eyes as touched her lips, and traced his finger down her throat. Slowly the digit traveled down her breastbone, across her fluttering tummy, and stopped at the tiny nest of curls below her waist. Constance hugged her from behind as she took Lucinda's hot heaving breasts into her small hands, and whispered in her ear "Say 'please'."
Lucinda shivered and dragged a tongue as dry as kindling across her lips. "Please," she croaked.
She gasped as his hand stroked her pubic hair and his longest finger gently stroked across her soaked quim. "Very nice indeed, yes you have a splendid vagina." He removed his finger and slipped the tip into Constance's tiny mouth. "Doesn't she, my dear?"
"Very much so," Constance agreed as she continued to play with her breasts and Mr. John's finger returned to her opening. She gaped as Mr. John finger slid into her and almost fell as he pulled her toward the back of the room and the master's bed. Lucinda lay her back on the bed, her legs dangling over the edge, and crouched to undo the multitude of bone buttons on her boots, as Mr. John knelt before her as if to receive Communion. Wrapping her arms around her thighs, he pulled her legs over his shoulders, and dipped his tongue into her. Lucinda's body rocked as her first climax took her. Her slim fingers tangled handfuls of Mr. John's neat hair and pulled his sucking mouth into her desperately.
She looked upwards to see Constance's smiling face beaming down at her as she stroked her face. "My skin's on fire," she moaned and Constance gently kissed her as she stroked Lucinda's body.
They both looked up as Mr. John stood and began removing his vestments. Constance took in the familiar sight of his cock, the purple head pressing outwards against his foreskin and leaking copiously, but seeing the tool rise up between her wantonly spread thighs, she moaned in anticipation and trepidation. "You'll be fine, darling, " Lucinda whispered into her ear and she slid along the duvet, her body stretched along her own, and took the head into her mouth. She watched, with a touch of jealousy, as Mr. John pumped his ward's face and looked down upon his maid. He patted Lucinda on the cheek and removed himself from her. He leaned forward and, grasping Lucinda's hips, lifted her lower body and gently draped her upon Constance's head and shoulders. Constance stared as the inverted vagina before her and, hesitantly at first and then with more vigor, slid her tongue in the small pink hole she could see winking before her eyes as her hands roved Lucinda's panting body.
Mr. John took in the sight of his ward and maid supping upon each other as he pressed the head of his cock against Constance's drooling quim. With almost no effort the gland slid in and Mr. John groaned as the virginal passage rippled and gripped him. He gently began to pump as he watched his ward's peach fuzz covered buttocks shimmy with excitement as he fucked his lovely maid beneath her. He felt his balls tighten and called out Lucinda's name. Her eager face rose and he quickly pulled himself from Constance and roared as he exploded on Lucinda's shining face and Constance's soaked quim.
"Such good girls," he sighed as the girls untangled themselves. The three slid beneath the blankets of the massive bed and Mr. John took them in his arms, resting their heads upon his chest. He sighed contentedly as he felt the girls fingers interlock across his waist as sleep took them