The maid and her charge

The local dormitories are for any student who needs them, or utilizes them, meaning each student has a home here and a home elsewhere. Which is absolutely what Rosemary was aiming for as she spun the pen in her finger. Cordelia was gasping on her back, holding her tightly and like a little girl would, but also thrusting with a **** unlike anything she had ever experienced. Each little slam and huff was having Beatrice's body shake and scream. Like she was losing her mind, of course she played with the pen when the others weren't looking. Or she shoved it in Cordelia, then proceeded to have it fire, only to have Vincent's scream in agony, then pleasure, then scream in more please as a lump formed, the image of something stuck in her tiny stomach was present, Rosemary knew what it was and reached as far in to the poor man in a skinsuit of a young lady as she could. Only when the warmth of her hands confined it was the meat she wanted, did she pull it out. Vincent was losing his mind when the original package exited her tiny slit.

"Fu-ha-ha, she so fuck-nnnNNNnn. Tight!" She screamed as the mammoth sized cock exploded out of her, only looking down as the old, yet new part was being appreciated by both people inside the suits.

"Fucking hell Mary! Look at this shit! I'm fucking hung like damn bull on this girls body!". She exclaims, as she swings her hips side to side, bouncing back and forth between the ideas of Vin and Cordelia, both equally doable and both equally fun! Since Vincent was a rather large and burly man he was used to getting rough in bed, the kind you had gotten used as a lady of the night. Not the ones who romanticize it, the old school one, where it was just money, clean fucks, and, children.

Rosemary supported more than her fair share of kids and herself. She wondered where she went wrong? She was kind, she was lovely in personality, and was pretty, then it hit her. Age. Age was the thing that Rosemary had to fight, she resorted to more drastic measures, since younger men were uneducated in those ways, being a little helpful at the time was normal. Of course slumming it up and getting money out of politician's son was the best thing she ever got. At forty-nine too, best money ever, she couldn't turn it down, too much cash was at stake. Almost nine months of sex every damn week, the kind the boy needed, wanted! He was so starved for affection he bought older women home, the kind who pamper him gently, sing to him, and, love him, like a step mother could, because he's the young bucking stallion, so they would ride him until dawn. Make him breakfast, kiss him good-bye, things he never had. Shame he was so damn stupid. It was great, after a week or two of him buckling under your body, he kept coming back, again and again. The calls, the cabs, the fancy motels. It was like being young again!

He was dancing with you at night, bringing you gifts, just like the old times, until the men came in, the calls, and, then the gangsters, the old school ones, not these street thugs who look big and mean, the ones who would kill your family at the supper table, then eat the hot food after the cold blooded ****, then chat about day like it was the picnic Sunday. It wasn't long after week of hiding, the cops got you, then the investigations began. Who you were, who knew you, who knew about this, who knew what about you, where you went, etc, etc. The last was long, the cops didn't even touch you, not once. They threw you back in your house after cleaning it up all nice, like they never even touched it. Even bought you food and drinks, but when you left, they were there, always outside.

After another year, at fifty-one, you were arrested for a total of thirty different charges, no court, no bail, no police, just the politician, a room so dark even shadows run from it, and, a straight jacket. His words were all about burying you in so much despair and red tape, you'd forget how to breath, you'd get nothing out of the outside world, and by the time you see the sun again, you'd be trapped in the past. He took one last suck from you as a way of getting one over you. Then everyday afterwards was just psyche ward after psyche ward.

You didn't want remember those days, but even when you were old, some of the people in the slammer got some off of you, calling you the "prettiest penny in the cell!" It was all the fucking you could ever get. Until at sixty you started to look like a shriveled up dust pan flopping woman, then you were transferred to a regular prison, where you met Doc, true you and him never fucked, but shared a few cigarettes, he knew how to treat you like a lady, he knew, and that's what bothered you. It showed how much everything had changed, cellphones, smartphones, computers, internet? What was even what anymore? A woman like you was gone, you were the romantic dream, the woman of the night, the ones who mother's would not want their daughter to be, but respected, men treated you like queens, the children loved you, and now? It's all pretty pictures and exotic dancers, if you can call that dancing, true it looks easier, but it's so low class! It's like being the dumpster not good enough for the dumpster fire. It made you look further and further back into your memories, where you lived as the real woman of the world.

"But now? I dare say am better than the ladies before my time! And the ones after! Oh, fuck! Yes! Beatrice Calph, you are going to be a woman every body wants!"

You says as Cordelia pumps away, pushing every ounce of the masculine meat into you, Beatrice was a virgin, this was her first real experience, the slamming of Cordelia confused her at first, then came the realization of the pleasure, then came Rosemary, who guided her and Cordelia to the best climax she's had in forever, and Cordelia's first fuck, losing her virginity all over again, it was so amazing! So perfect! So surreal! You wanted to do it again! As Cordelia leans over you and hoist you up to the bed, her cute And smaller body gently placing you on the bed, she has a satisfied smile on her face, the one Vin had when he got you to help him get another lady in the prison. It's cute on her, but the cock dangling between her legs? It looks delicious, yet oddly robust and wild for Beatrice.

"Cordelia, we can't tell anyone about this, your mother would throw a fit, especially after she realized you've been kissing girls and guys at school." You say, as she teases your young breasts, the innocent girl, being dominated by the prisoner, ex body guard, he knew about his strength, and somehow, was using it while inside the skin.

"Sorry Bea! I just lost myself there, ya know, thinking with a dick is a really fucking hard thing to beat! Also it's waaay bigger than I remember! Maybe it's because I got shorter? Or because I'm a girl? I cant really tell, anyways! Let's get some drinks in here! Like some of the old beer stuff and liqours! Ya know burbon and crown royal! Make it a party!" She squeals in the most Vin like way possible with the heaviest slice of Cordelia you can take. "Man. It too fucking bad there's no cigarettes here, like some of the real dirt cheap ones, had some at crash, lost em in the woods."

"Wait, Vin? What the fucks wrong with you?" You respond, not pushing him away, but smiling about it all.

"What do you mean Bea? Sure I've got the body and lango of a well educated lady, but am a convict underneath it all, hell is pretty fucking cool having my cock out like this, I'm like the best of both worlds! Or some kind of freaky circus act, better not show the girls this." She mentions downward as her cock springs back up. "Well Bea, I need you to start back on the convict! He's very restless today!" She says as you just laugh about the strangeness of Cordelia having the cock of Vin, with the touch of his personality, refined by hers, it's cute, almost like the old days.

*****

The day was spent fucking and nobody cared, even when Cordelia's friends came by, nobody was none the wiser, course she kept her convict out, the poor things was rubbed dry, as was your pussy. The thoughts of how to explain this one to the crew back home? You didn't know, but one thing was certain! That dick was worth all of it!

(Author: Nirro)