Chapter 14: Domestic Bliss

The rest of the night was enjoyable but slightly anticlimactic, at least given how things had proceeded downstairs. I used the bathroom first and then slipped into some silk boxers while she cleaned up. Boxers are the perfect pajamas for the fellow who doesn’t want to wear pajamas. They have a bit more sophisticated look than briefs and are just the thing if your lady likes to do a little night fishing. Lacking any night clothes of her own, Maddy asked for and borrowed one of my dress shirts. She came out of the bathroom looking young and innocent, an impression she laughingly destroyed by unbuttoning it and flashing me before she hopped into my bed. We screwed one more time, with me vigorously topping her as she squirmed beneath me, legs spread wide, and ankles wrapped around my back. For a rank amateur, she had some terrific moves.

The next morning, we were damn near caught in flagrante delicto by Anna. We slept till almost noon. We woke slowly and were reaching for each other when the door knocked. “Professor, you awake?” asked Anna quietly.

Maddy blurted an obscenity and levitated out of the bed, running into the bathroom. I laughed and rubbed my eyes. “Come!” I yelled.

“Good morning, sir.” Anna came in with a large tray, with a carafe of coffee, two cups and saucers, and a variety of sweet rolls and buns. “We were wondering if you and your lady friend might not be hungry.” She set the tray down on a small table near the French doors to the balcony and deck and looked around the room, smilingly taking in the wreckage of the bedclothes.

“Sounds fine to me. Pour me the usual, Anna.” Anna nodded and poured me mine, black and sweet, as I stood and put on a robe. Tapping the bathroom door, I asked Maddy, “You want coffee?” She didn’t answer. “Maddy, you want some coffee and Danish?” I persisted.

The door cracked open an inch and she looked out in embarrassment. “Yes, please,” then slammed the door shut again when she saw Anna standing there in Uniform B, white slacks, a tank top, and deck shoes. Anna grinned and shook her head in amusement as I shrugged. I retrieved another robe from the closet and opened the bathroom door.

“Here, silly, put this on and come out and have some breakfast.” {Come out!}

Maddy slipped the oversized robe on and stepped out into the bedroom hesitantly. She turned beet red when she saw that Anna was still there. Anna ignored it and said with a smile, “Hi, I’m Anna, the cook. Your coffee, you want it with cream like Chrissie, sugar like the boss, or straight up like me?”

“Black, please.” Maddy began to regain her confidence as she realized that Anna was neither disapproving nor jealous. Maddy went over to the table and looked over the sweet rolls, picking a large honey dew. Then she noticed that on the side of the tray were her panties from last night, left downstairs. Maddy red-facedly grabbed them and held them behind her back. I grabbed a mini eclair as Anna left, then sat down in a chair and began my morning routine of stretching and massaging my knee and leg.

“Why did you make me come out here? What is she going to think? Oh, my God, what were you thinking of?” Maddy demanded, shaking an index finger at me. The effect was ruined by the fact that the hand she was shaking was also the hand holding the lace thong.

I simply stared at her, and she noticed what I was staring at. Thrusting her arm behind her again, she began to giggle, then looked around at the shambles of the bed. “Kind of silly, I guess.”

“Kind of. Listen, honey, you can have servants, or you can have secrets, but you sure can’t have both. Let’s face it, when Chrissie saw you come in last night, after midnight, in that dress, you didn’t simply think she figured us for a nice game of backgammon, did you? I don’t think that’s quite realistic, hmm?”

“Maybe not. My dress! I can’t wear that home, not now, in the middle of the day! I’ll never get the straps done up again!”

“So, stay here the weekend. We can stay in here and order up room service.”

“Paul, you are so exasperating at times. As pleasant as that sounds eventually I will have to go home.”

“Okay, back in a second.” I finished my eclair and wandered out of my room. My first thought was to borrow some clothing from one of the girls, but that really wouldn’t work. Anna’s clothing would look like a tent on Maddy, and Chrissie’s would be too small. I settled it simply, by retrieving her trench coat from the closet and bringing it back upstairs. Maddy had begun to shower, so I tossed the coat aside and got some clothes out for myself. When I was done with my shower, I found Maddy in the bedroom, towel wrapped around a figure too lush for a simple towel.

“Well?” she queried me.

I was already dressed. “Ready?” I asked.

“Sure. What’d you find for me?”

I whisked the towel away from her and held her coat out. She stared at me in horror, then shrugged into it, buttoning it from hem to collar and tightening the belt as well. “Paul, one of these days I am simply going to kill you.” She slipped into her high heels, and we went downstairs. Mercifully, neither Chrissie nor Anna was around the living room, but I could hear Anna puttering in the kitchen. I went in and retrieved an old shopping bag for Maddy to put her clothes in, and to tell Anna that she and Chrissie had to get any of their clothing (or any other woman’s, for that matter) out of my room for the weekend. Maddy hadn’t gone searching through my closets, but I don’t think she would have been pleased with what she found. I was planning on working on this problem, but I viewed that more as a long-term solution.

Maddy loosened up in the car as we drove, once she realized the Clothing Police weren’t going to arrest her for the immoral wearing of a trench coat. Her roommate was out, which was not unusual since it was early Saturday afternoon. I relaxed on a bean bag chair while she changed clothing in her room. She emerged with a small gym bag which she had tossed in a few things for the rest of the weekend at my place.

She really looked cute and sexy! She had on a light denim blouse, tied loosely at the waist, and a tube top underneath it. A mid-thigh length denim skirt flared out at the hips, and she had on sneakers and white ankle socks. Normally, I hate women in sneakers and ankle socks, but on Maddy, they looked cute and sexy. This reminded that our breakfast had interrupted an interesting interlude this morning, and that the juices were starting to back up since last night.

“Ready?” she asked perkily.

I rose and came over to her. She handed me her bag, which I tossed onto the chair. Turning her to face the mirror over the bureau, I said, “Not quite,” then I pulled her skirt up from behind and pushed her plain cotton panties down past her hips. “We never finished something this morning,” I announced.

Maddy tried to protest, with a weakly murmured, “Oh, Paul, we can’t!” but her heart wasn’t in it, since she backed up against the erection in my pants and began rubbing my cock with her ass cheeks. I unzipped and pushed my own pants low enough so that my manhood waved in the breeze, then bent my knees and pushed into her from behind. This was a new position for Maddy and one that she seemed to enjoy. I made things a bit more visually appealing by pulling her tube top to her waist and pulling the front of her skirt up, so that we could both see my cock thrusting into her pussy from behind. I made this a quickie and came, thrusting hard, just as she began to shiver in orgasm quietly.

Maddy was rather surprised though, when I reached down and picked up the panties that had pooled around her ankles. Rather than hand them to her, I crudely used them to wipe the cum from my dick and her cunt, then threw them into her bedroom. She began to protest, but I simply thought, {Come on, let’s go.}She glanced back at her bedroom as we hustled out.

We went mall hopping for the rest of the afternoon, and she very rapidly got over the fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties. We had a light lunch and took in a matinee at the Cineplex, then went back to my home. Maddy was full of surprises. Despite this morning’s shyness, she was much more comfortable being around my staff. She changed into a light and airy halter-topped sundress and high heeled sandals for dinner, and in this dress, it was easy for me to tell that there was nothing beneath it but Maddy. She even tried to help in the kitchen, only to prove that she really had no talents in a kitchen, unless she happened to be stretched out on the counter. Well, not everyone can cook.

After dinner, we curled up on the couch in my den and watched some television. Well, okay, she did slip to the floor and give me head for my post-dessert dessert. Later, once she had slipped onto my lap, I unbuttoned her dress and fingerfucked her for almost an hour. But we didn’t really screw until we went to bed. She gave me a sly smile and took her bag into the bath with her and didn’t come out again for almost a half hour. The wait was worth it. For a virgin, she possessed some startlingly sensual clothes. Now she wore a transparent white peignoir, with a neckline that plunged below her waist, where it met with the slit up the front. Last night the only light in the room was from the Harvest Moon; tonight, I left a dim reading lamp on as she climbed onto me and straddled my waist. Impaling herself on my erection, she slowly moved above me, and much too soon, I found myself pulling her hips hard against me, as I thrust upward and maddeningly exploded. Maddy never pulled off, she simply stretched out on my chest and straightened her legs with my semi-flaccid dick still trapped inside that tight and sweaty slot, and we necked and petted until my strength returned, then I lay there happily as she slowly writhed on top of me, cumming several more times before I did.

The next morning, I taught her the doggy style. I also tried to teach her sixty-nine, but she excitedly told me, as we moved into position, that she knew this one, then went on to prove it most delightfully. She gave me the first deep throat of our relationship that morning. Then we had breakfast in bed, screwed around some more, and I took her home around noon.

Was I worried that someone might complain about a teacher sleeping with an undergraduate? Not in the least. She wasn’t one of my students, wasn’t in my department, and was no longer a minor. Besides, I really didn’t care - I was entranced with her. Even without the simply stupendous sex, I would have been perfectly happy simply being in her presence. Our harmonics were simply incredibly strong, so much so that I began almost immediately to contemplate the M word. Besides, I could always use The Power on any nay-sayers.

Maddy moved in shortly after Christmas and my staff switched to Uniform B for the time being. It was Maddy’s last semester, and she didn’t have classes, only an internship in a veterinary clinic. Why they do this last and not first, I’ll never know; What if someone decides they don’t like veterinary work? We promptly gained a new house guest when I came home to find a kitten scampering around the kitchen. Stray animals soon became a way of life, tempered by the ease with which I convinced my staff to adopt one and take it with them when I switched maids and cooks.

I had never had any plans to turn to a monogamous relationship. Anna had left after Thanksgiving to get married, and my new cook, if not quite as good as Anna, was heartily bisexual. Shortly after Maddy moved in she complained of a backache, and this was my opportunity.

“Um, Janet says she knows massage. Why don’t you let her give you a backrub?” {Agree.}

Maddy looked over at Janet. “Well, okay, I guess. Do you mind?”

{Agree. Spread some towels out on the living room carpet. Do it there.}

“Sure, I’d love to. Why don’t you go upstairs and take off your clothes and come back down? I’ll lay out some beach towels and get my stuff.” Janet and Maddy both went to their rooms.

Chrissie had been watching the exchange curiously, so I decided to invite her in. {Help Janet.}Chrissie gathered up a few large towels and began to spread them on the floor of the living room. I grabbed a beer and sat down to be a voyeur.

By the time Maddy came back downstairs, Janet and Chrissie had things organized, with several large towels spread out and a bottle of massage oil warmed up in the microwave. Maddy returned barefoot and wearing a short bathrobe; Janet ordered her to remove it, and Maddy took it off to reveal a somewhat conservative set of cotton bra and panties. She knelt on the towels and lay face down.

{Go slowly. Start with a back rub.}Janet poured some oil in her hands and began to massage Maddy’s back. {Close your eyes and relax.}I thought to my sweetheart, and Maddy closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh. After about five minutes, it was time for Phase Two.

{Tell Chrissie to remove Maddy’s bra.}I ordered.

“Chrissie, this is getting in the way,” said Janet, touching Maddy’s brassiere. “Lose it.” Chrissie simply nodded and undid the clasp, then pulled the offensive item off Maddy’s arms and pulled it out from under her. Maddy kept her eyes closed and Janet began full length strokes up and down the muscles of Maddy’s back.

{Janet, have Chrissie help on Maddy’s legs.}{Chrissie, get undressed.}Both Chrissie and Janet were wearing tights and oversized sweaters. Chrissie pulled her sweater off to reveal she was braless, then silently skinned off her tights and panties.

“Now, Chrissie, pour some oil on your hands and start on her legs.” Chrissie looked startled but complied, with Janet coaching her. “Not too much ... that’s right ... start at the feet and work your way up ... alternate...”

Maddy was very relaxed, so I moved to Phase Three. {Chrissie, pull down Maddy’s panties and take them off her.}I continued to sip at my beer as my throat began to dry.

“These have got to go,” announced Chrissie. Slipping her hands up to Maddy’s hips she gently began to tug her panties off, and without assistance from me, Maddy lifted slightly to accommodate her. Both Janet and Chrissie were now working on Maddy’s more sensual spots, including the sides of her breasts where they flattened out beneath her, and Maddy’s deliciously voluptuous ass. Her entire backside glistened from the oil, right down to the cleft between her asscheeks.

Finally, I thought to Maddy, {Keep your eyes closed.}To Janet, {Strip naked, then it’s time for the other side.}Janet took off her sweater and tights (no panties), then murmured, “Roll over,” and gently tugged Maddy onto her back. I think Maddy had completely forgotten I was watching as she was flipped onto her back. Janet and Chrissie began to work more oil into her pliant flesh, and I began to develop a serious hard-on from watching the three naked women. Maddy must have liked it, too, because I noticed that those huge nipples were distended and stiff.

{Chrissie, switch and work on Maddy’s tits. Janet, massage Maddy’s inner thighs, then her pussy.}The girls never missed a beat and were soon giving Maddy the most sensual massage of her life, in effect, jilling her off. Maddy began to respond with a few low moans, her eyelids still clenched shut, and her backside began to squirm on the towels protecting the carpet from the oils and sweat. Finally, it was time.

{Janet, move between Maddy’s legs and gently spread them apart, then begin to lick her pussy. Chrissie, when Janet begins eating Maddy, you begin to lick her tits.}

The masseuses repositioned themselves and their ‘client’. As soon as Janet’s lips hit Maddy’s clit, Maddy’s low-level orgasm when into the big leagues. “Oh, God, oh, God!” she cried out, as her hands entwined themselves in Janet’s and Chrissie’s hair. Her eyes were still closed as she thrashed beneath their mouths.

I finished my beer and let the two ease off a bit. Once her cum had diminished, I stood. {Again!}I commanded, and Maddy began screaming in pleasure a second time. This time I wanted Janet and Chrissie to be much more forceful in forcing her to orgasm. I kept silent as I undressed. My cock was as stiff as I could ever remember it as I moved to Maddy’s head and knelt.

{Now, Maddy, open your eyes.}Maddy opened her eyes in the depths of her orgasm to see my erection dangling before her face.

“Yes, oh, yes!” she gasped, and opened her mouth wide. Lifting her face to my crotch, I fed her my cock. She was a woman possessed, voraciously devouring my woody. Taking her hands away from Janet and Chrissie, she began to furiously jack on my cockshaft and rubbing my nuts.

“Oh, that’s good, Maddy.” Janet and Chrissie stopped their dining to look at Maddy chowing down. “Don’t stop, girls, keep going. Get her off again,” I said. Maddy had now remembered we weren’t alone, and a worried look came into her eyes as she stared up at me, to be replaced with a look of utter bliss, as the pair resumed cunt and tit sucking. She began to suck heavily, and I couldn’t last. “Sweet Jesus, that’s it ... oh yeah ... here it comes, here it comes ... take it, take it...” I gasped as my cock twitched and spasmed a load into her throat.

We all collapsed together onto the carpet, with me holding Maddy in my arms. She was wide-eyed at the realization that she had just participated in a bisexual orgy. I thought she simply looked glorious, laying in my arms, naked and covered with massage oil. I wanted some more.