And now his left hand circled her waist, holding her to him and his right hand stealthily groped for the lace cord at the back of her bewitchingly frail panties, that he might attain the ultimate goal of his mounting carnal desire for her naked, yielding flesh!
Marcia saw, without wishing to; she was hypnotized against her will by the shameful carnal affirmation of male lust.
And Marie groaned, as she felt his fingers draw the cord free and then, guiding the filmy material with eager hand, descend the garment off the salient glory of her rounded hips.
The panties slipped past the summits dl her provocatively molded buttocks… past the tops of her stockings and now, meeting no obstacle in the way of her demurring legs-for she stood motionless, her eyes closed, her lips quivering, parted-joined the sweet silken fetter of the rucked chemise at her chiseled, silken-kissed ankles.
At once Georges sank to his knees, as if she were a goddess of love and, his left hand still gently pressing her forward toward him by its throbbing application at the hollow of her back, applied his right hand… ah… how deliberately lingeringly… toward the golden grotto which junctured at her lissome, rounded thighs.
Marie’s head sank forward, her face crimson, her lips forming incoherent plaints… a delicious submission was written on her lovely features, minkled with a sensual dawning of her nascent emotions…
And her hands sought his hair-was it in protest or in token of her willingness that his eyes should behold her shrine of Venus-love, his lips adore, his tongue enthrall?
Her mons veneris was delicious!
Golden, fluffy tendrils rimmed the orifice of her exciting quim, spread their gently protective foliage over the shell-pink lips, which opened the pathway to ecstasy and concupiscent fulfillment…
“Oh… Georges… what are you doing oh… mon amour… it is lovely… to have you see… oh… Georges…” she sighed, swaying, overcome by desire, by yielding, by the. fervor of his maddening and suave embraces…
He steadied her with his left hand… and his right, now applying thumb and forefinger, gently… gently without causing her alarm probed the golden fleece of her sweet cunt to find the shell-rims of the mouth of desire.
Her belly shrank and rippled with emotion. Marcia tried to gasp in horror… the sound was muffled and accompanied Marie’s ecstatic plaints.
Marie trembled, for his forefinger, having probed away the soft, lustrous, fleecy curls that entwined, lovingly around her quimpetals, began to graze with suave, palpating tip the coral sensitive flesh, so velvety, so inviting, so poutingly expressive of the girl’s sweet submission to the amorous bout envisaged by this masked unknown.
And, her left hand resting on his hair, her fingers writhing and pirouetting on his head in betrayal of her dulcet emotion, she raised her right hand to her naked, heaving breasts, applying it against the valley which cleaved the globes so amorously… and her bosom rose and fell and Marcia saw, with repugnance and widened eyes that bespoke a horror and yet an intentness, that the coral buds were swollen and moist with the libation left upon their erect, delicate points by his laying mouth!
His left hand now descended… and his palm caressed and thrilled to the wonder of that caress, her rounded bottom globes… tracing the marvelous, carnally enticing sweep and curve of first one globe from spinal commencement to the top most region of her quivering, milky thighs and then the other, soothing, undulating in caress and Marie sighed feverishly. Her head tilted slowly back, her face contorted with a spasm of desire and self-sacrifice that was akin to ecstatic martyrdom!
Nor was his right hand idle during this cherishing attainment of her delicious bottom cheeks… his forefinger patterned the outer surface of the pouting coral lips, which now poutingly gaped, revealed through the fringing growth of her sweet pubic gold, which his thumb pressed away to bare the exciting poetry of this vision of Venus-cuntdom!
Her naked belly shuddered amorously lasciviously… and Marcia groaned in shamed despair to be compelled to watch this libidinous shamelessness. Would that she might be free, for she would wield no. caressing hand on the naked bottom of her maid, that hypocritical and wanton slut!
She closed her eyes, for, inwardly, she was assaulted, by the insidious carnal influence of the scene she had witnessed; and she shivered in a ~paroxysm of fear, apprehension and… was it curiosity?
For she had never felt her flesh attuned by lust or love; her psyche had no room for desire and so for that reason she dreaded the inevitable submission of the woman to the male.
Marie’s face revealed, however, an affirmation of ecstasy that transcended shame and terror. Could it be that the young maid sincerely experienced pleasure from this loathsome palpation of her most intimate treasures?
Oh… no… it was a figment of her fear-stricken mind, surely, that made Marcia wonder thus; she knew only that she would never yield thus the glories of her secret delights to the male whether it meant her life or slow anguish by torture!
They might at least have the decency to go to the bedroom, whose sumptuous nuptial couch rose before her widened, apprehension-humid eye and grant her the respite of this emotional and sensual drama which attacked every vestige of her self-esteem, her contempt for the male, her self-aggrandized puritanical aloofness.
But Georges showed no inclination to accept the evident pledge of surrender which Marie’s passion-contorted face and shivering nudity affirmed.
He found the sensation of her provocative beauty intense, made more savory to his carnal appetites by virtue of the fact that her own mistress was forced to watch the blond girl surrender to his will!
It was a piquant relish which enhanced the promise of Marie’s soft, milky, palpitating charms and, in turn, his own mounting virility.
His forefinger, having learned the rim-deliciousness of her velvety cunt-mouth, aspired to greater intimacy and communion with this golden-tendriled shrine of girlish propinquity.
And so, his eyes glowing with expectant rapture, he slid the suave tip of his finger gently… gradually… into the moist and shell-pink entry which the lips now yawningly afforded, for the prelude of his caresses had stirred Marie to an unconscious tumescence and-behold-her cunt was lubricated by that subtle flow of dew which triumphs over the most puritanical girlish mind when her flesh is so voluptuously assailed!
And his left hand cupped her buttocks, alternating this sensual and dominatingly assertive announcement of his pleasure with his body on the two rounded, firm, velvety-smooth hemispheres, his fingers spreading like a fan over that milky posterior-regalia that was her choice behind; and, as his ardor grew, his fingers pressed more spasmodically into the elastic milky flesh and Marie trembled and moaned in the dawning of her foretaste of passion’s fulfillment of her enervated flesh.
His finger, bolder by its finding no denial to its will, grazed the moistened, coral temple to which the pouting pusslips had given such welcoming access… and Marie’s sighs grew more languorous, her lips moved, forming incoherent plaints and phrases whose meaning, even if not heard or fully pronounced, was clear: she was on the point of giving herself to the ultimate pillaging of his male lust!
And what her sweet, trembling mouth suggested, the counterpart-her rosy-petaled Venusmouth-confirmed voluptuously, for the quimlips shivered and fleeted with the most delicious paroxysms as his finger dallied between their gaping orifice-sesame to taste the dewy rapture of her inner shrine.
“Oh…“ he murmured, raising his head to contemplate her face, “you are so sweet, ma mignonne… I could eat you up… I could feast on that adorable petite fleur d’or et de rose that tempting little Venusburg which nestles so prettily between your ~golden fuzz Marie… you exquisite darling… you wonderful naked beauty… I want you… darling… I must and shall have you … all of you… say I may kiss it… sweet Marie tell me I may set my lips tenderly on that golden flower of your body’s love…“
Marcia flushed scarlet-ah, that she could turn to stone as she stood fettered and humiliated to her innermost fibers by this intimate and lecherous proclamation!
And, to express her contemptuous loathing and utter revulsion for the bestial pair, she groaned vehemently,” Urgaghhhhhh… urуghghhhhhh…”
Marie drooped her head… he saw her lips tremble… her nostrils flare… he heard no word… no spoken word of denial to his wish but her breasts heaved and her soft right hand sheltered and-cupped one beautiful, naked milky globe as if to induce her flesh to accept this most voluptuous tribute of the male that any girl might experience on her naked, delectably propitiating flesh! “Oh… you darling,” he exclaimed, “I will make you die of pleasure, for being so sweet! Oh, sweet little lovable Marie!”
And, carried away by her trembling submission, by the touch of her soft, restless hand against his hair, by the sensation of her palpitating bottom globes, which undulated and weaved and contracted as they endured-nay, hungered for-his demanding left hand, he approached his face toward the grotto in which his finger still dallied and, withdrawing it, applied his right hand behind her, so that now both his hands cupped velvety bottom cheeks and reveled in the gluteal sensation of her satiny, flawless, milky flesh and his lips applied a tender,, grazing kiss, by, way of preparation, upon the very center of – her coral cunt-mouth! “Georges… oh… mon amour… Georges ohooooh…“ sighed Marie, shuddering with a sudden spasm of desire, for his warm lips upon her tumescently moistened quimmouth were maddening.
And, just as he had wished to hold her prisoner that his mouth might homage the delectable petulance of her pussyquim, so she now sought to prolong this embrace… and her hands cupped his, flushed cheeks and-did Marcia err in what she saw?-her hands indeed seemed to force his mouth more possessively against her yielding quim!
He did not complain against this sweet imprisonment… but his lips quested amorously the lips, the velvety, moist lips of her lovenook… and with tantalizing, little, imaginative kisses he rimmed her cuntorifice with his lips as he, had previously encircled its soft sensitivity with his suave forefinger.
And, as she groaned, overcome by her lubricious emotion at this tribute to her most queenly delight of femininity, he took advantage of the abandoned gaping of her shrine to dart his ambient tongue deep… deep within the shivering, seething cunt! “Ahhhh… ohhhhooo… Georges… prends-moi… je suis prкte… oh… prends.. moi… je ne peux plus… mon amour… cher amour…“ sighed Marie, swaying, abandoning herself.
Reluctantly he withdrew his tongue, enamored of the intimate perfume which the taste buds had achieved from the rapturous snuggery of her pussy… and he rose,, his arms taking her possessively around her waist and, thrusting his body against her, thighs between thighs to convey to her the unmanageable structure of his lust for her, he plundered her swooning mouth with a long and burning kiss that made her tremble to the marrow of her being.
Marcia, desperate, reviled, undone by so much concupiscence, which fulfilled for her most realistically the tableaux on the wall, tugged madly at her wrists, stamped her feet, writhed and groaned, maddened by the thought that this, perhaps, was a foretaste of her own doom to lust! Oh, never, never! “In a moment… darling… oh… I want you so,” he murmured, kissing Marie’s quivering lids, which veiled her humid eyes, amorously poising his mouth on her forehead, upon her pretty earlobes, which he mouthed and nibbled deliciously as if they were divinely edible morsels of her femininity, akin to the delirious temptation of her cuntnookery…
And then he said, aloud, so that Marcia might hear, “Won’t you… show how completely we are lovers… darling? Help me… get ready to love you… undress me… lovely,, naked, perfect Marie!”
“Nooooh… urghahhhh…“ groaned Marcia, frantic with shame… the spectacle of a male disrobing for sexual intercourse must be the nadir of vileness for her… oh… it was unbearable! Depravity… and she must witness it against her will!
Marie trembled and a scarlet flush dawned on her lovely face… her soft hands, fluttering amorously, languorously, drew off his tuxedo coat… and as she performed this intimate service for her, conqueror of love… her loins and belly seemed,to press lasciviously against his crotch.
“Urgahh… ohh… agghh…“ gasped Marcia, aghast at the wanton actions of her maid!
She might as well have voiced her plaints to the Sphinx in the lonely, desolate Sahara as to utter her chagrin before these two unheeding lovers!
Now her hands, those hands which had so solicitously, so fawningly aided Marcia in her pampered and elegant toilette, those same hands of a servant schooled in submissive obedience to the capricious whims of a spoiled and wealthy young, shallow debutante, prepared-yes, prepared willingly and desirously-the male, so that he might, stranger that he was, take the final gift of her body, which was not hers to give, for was she not bought body and soul by the rich employer whom she served so complaisantly?
And this nuance conveyed to Marcia another deep chagrin and she watched, with haggard eyes and furiously heaving bosom, while Marie undid the bow tie, let it flutter to the floor-as her own intimate garments had fluttered from her lissome, milky body-and then amorously and eagerly attacked the buttons of his shirt.
When the shirt had been doffed and he had thanked her with a thrilling kiss upon the valley of her pure young breasts, Marie blushed and drooped her head.
“Oh… it was wonderful, darling… but… a last favor… and the most thrilling of all for me… Marie… can you not guess what it is?” he said with throbbing tone.