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18 year-old Lucy Huffington sat in a large recliner in the middle of the spacious living room of her family’s mansion facing the window as her nanny/maid, Marie, paced in front of her giving her instructions about the rest of her day. Lucy sighed as she observed Marie pacing to and fro in front of her. She was hardly paying attention to what Marie was saying. This type of activity happened almost every day of her life ever since she could remember. Her parents, rich British socialites who did some sort of government work that required them to be away from home the majority of the time, had hired Marie when Lucy was four years old to serve as her caretaker. They had been on a trip to France when they found Marie working behind a desk as a receptionist at the hotel they were lodging in for their trip. She had confided in Lucy’s mother that she was unhappy with her job and that she had always wanted to fulfill her passion of going to nanny school and becoming a nanny, but her parents never had the money to afford it. This was apparently enough for Lucy’s mother to hear, as she told Marie that she would gladly pay her way through nanny school if she would work for her as soon as she finished with her training and that she could even work for her now part-time as a maid to give her some income. It was the sort of proposal that was brought on by a mix of youthful impetus, wealthy arrogance, and the trendiness of having a French maid. Whatever the reasons for making the proposal, Marie enthusiastically agreed to it. The rest, as they say, is history. …”Oh, by the way, I’ve set up piano lessons for you with a new instructor named Mr. Marco, who will be here within the hour. He comes quite highly recommended. However, I strongly urge you to be cautious around him. He’s a rather charming and good-looking young man from the ‘other’ side of the city. It just wouldn’t do for a pretty young socialite like you to get involved with someone like him. Imagine the scandal!” Hmm….a good-looking young man....this could be interesting! Wendy thought as she barely suppressed a mischievous smile. At the least he’ll be better than Mrs. Ferguson…the old biddy! And from the other side of the city too...that would really ruffle Marie’s feathers! Mrs. Ferguson was an elderly lady who had been Lucy’s piano instructor up until a few weeks ago when she stomped out of their lesson, telling Marie later that Lucy wasn’t trainable because she was too “free-spirited” to learn to play the classical pieces Mrs. Ferguson required Lucy to play, the pieces all young socialite women should know how to play because that was what was “proper” for young socialite women. Well, it’s not my fault I can’t stand to play those pieces...they’re too rigid and proper...the hell with proper! Wendy thought as she pulled on her starch-white school blouse and began ruffling it in a fan-like motion, her notorious signal that she was growing bored with something...or someone. Marie had just picked her up from her school, an expensive private school specifically reserved for the children of the rich, and had brought her straight home in order to prepare her for the soon-to-come piano lesson, which meant that she was still in her school uniform; a checkered red-and-black plaid skirt that came a few inches above her knees (mostly through her handiwork), a sensible starch-white blouse that buttoned to the throat, and sensible black platform-heeled shoes with grey socks. She had already removed her grey corduroy vest and placed it on the cloak hanger in the main entryway of the mansion. She now proceeded to unbutton the top three buttons of her uniform blouse until her ample cleavage began to appear. Marie shot her a look of measured disdain as Lucy completed this action, but said nothing. She didn’t need to; her look said it all. O Marie Lucy thought you’re such a prude, always striving to be proper and getting me to try and join you. Why can’t you be more human and free-spirited like other people...like me? Lucy did think it incredibly odd that Marie, a French woman of all people, was so prudish. Maybe it’s her age Lucy thought After all, she must be middle-aged now, in her mid-forties or maybe early fifties. Maybe that’s what happens to people when they get to be that age. If that’s the case, I hope I never get old! In any event, Marie had begun speaking again. “ Mr. Marco will be here any minute now. I’m going to continue doing the housework until he gets here. I will call for you and bring him in her to meet you when he arrives. In the meantime, you may go find something to do to occupy yourself until I call for you.” With that, Marie promptly left Lucy sitting on the recliner to deal with the wait in her own way. Lucy sighed as Marie left the room. Now what do I do? she wondered despondently. She looked around the room briefly as she was getting up to leave. She spotted a little book that she didn’t think that she’d ever seen before lying on the coffee table next to the recliner. It looked like a little diary book that she’d seen some of her friends carry around. Suddenly curious about this book, she sat back down in the recliner as she opened it and began reading it. Dear Diary, it began Aha! I knew it was a diary. Now let’s see who it belongs to, Lucy thought as she continued to read. Today was worse than any other day so far. Today she came down for breakfast in a tiny little white shirt that barely reached below her gorgeous bottom. I had been thinking about her (I swear ever since she started developing she’s all I think about anymore) before she came down and was already incredibly aroused, but my mind went numb when I saw her coming down, her shirt clinging to her every curve as she moved and her hair all tousled about her like anyone who’s just woken up as she rubbed her eyes daintily. My God she was hot! She said good morning and proceeded to sit down as I brought her the breakfast tray. My hands were shaking mightily as I brought it to her. I looked at the tray as I brought it to her to avoid further distracting myself while I carried the tray and risk dropping it. I hazarded a brief glance at her as I set the tray down and I gasped at what I saw as the tray clattered on the table. Sitting against the French doors in the breakfast nook with the curtains open and the sunlight streaming in, her upper body was completely outlined through her white shirt in great detail. She wasn’t wearing a bra! I stared dumbly at her big beautiful breasts as they rose and fell steadily with her breathing. “Marie, what’s wrong?” she asked. I didn’t trust myself to speak or even really look at her lest I stare at her breasts again. “Nothing” I said hurriedly as I quickly turned away from her and returned to the relative safety behind the counter. I kept staring surreptitiously at her throughout her meal. When she was done, I picked up her tray (again, not really looking at her) to take the dishes to the sink. I didn’t sense her behind me until she put a hand on my shoulder and leaned in close to me and asked me if she could help me with anything. Her nearness and her words made a wicked thought of what she could really help me with come unexpectedly to my mind and I yelped as I dropped the tray to the floor. She immediately bent over in front of me to begin picking up the tray and its contents, apologizing as she did so for startling me. I began to reassure her that it was ok as she really hadn’t startled me when the thing I saw next made my words cut off in mid-sentence as my breath caught in my throat. In her bent over position, her shirt had ridden up to reveal her lower body. She was wearing a thong! Not just a thong, but a very skimpy thong at that. The type of thong that could be called “butt-floss” that had only a string of material fitted between her luscious buttocks. I stared as her full bare cheeks wobbled close to my face. She was standing in a very improper manner and I noticed her stance was such that I could see her crotch as well. Oh God! I could see her pussy (I can’t believe I just wrote that!) pressed tightly against the gusset of her thong. I could make out the outline and she was shaved bare! Well, mostly. There was a small tuft of hair at the very top, but otherwise she had a bald pussy! A low moan came unconsciously out of my mouth, but fortunately she was too preoccupied to notice. I knew I should say something about her choice of undergarment, but I could barely think at the moment. When I did manage to find my voice, I mentioned the impropriety of her thong. She laughed and said “Marie, you are lucky I come down wearing any clothes at all.” I had to bite my tongue to suppress a loud groan from her words. I swear sometimes she knows what she’s doing to me and does it anyway to tease me. I was incredibly tempted to take advantage of her now when she was unaware and have my way with her, but I somehow restrained myself. I wanted her so badly! She finished picking everything up and handed to me. I dryly said thank you (I hope she couldn’t tell I was panting for breath) and, after taking a deep breath to try to compose myself (an impossibility for me when I’m around her), I told her that she should go bath and finish getting ready for school. She agreed and walked back upstairs to her bathroom. I took the dishes to the sink and began to try and calm myself down as I washed the dishes. As I did, relief washed over me that I resisted the temptation to take advantage of my charge....and disappointment. I was so close! Maybe when my package gets here I will be able to slake my lust with it and not think of her so much. Until then, I will have to suffer my way through temptation. I will write about how things develop later. Love Marie. Lucy was shocked at what she had just read. Clearly this was Marie’s diary. Did Marie really feel that way about her? Did she really want her that much? Why did she always act like such a prude around her then? In an instant, the way Lucy viewed Marie changed and she found herself thinking about Marie’s rather buxom middle-aged figure in a way she never had before. She also began feeling a heat between her legs and in her chest that she was becoming more familiar with as she got older. Lucy had masturbated a few times in the past, but she still felt somewhat ashamed about it and thus did it only at night with the lights off and without removing any clothing. Now, as she began to reread Marie’s diary entry, her unoccupied hand went unconsciously to her breasts and began sensuously caressing first one, then the other. “Ohhh” she moaned as her caresses became more vigorous. She unbuttoned two more buttons of her uniform blouse and reached in to touch her bare breasts. It was the trendy thing now for girls her age to go braless and she had always wanted to be in the popular crowd so she had followed suit. “Ahhh!” she yelped as she tweaked and pinched her nipple. Her arousal was surging rapidly and she was really beginning to feel it between her legs. She spread her legs as wide as she could and reached under her thigh-length skirt to touch her....pussy? cunt? muff? Her friends used all sorts of words to describe their pubis and had taught her these words too. She liked the word pussy. It was naughty without being crude. She began rubbing and caressing her pussy, teasing the lips through her thong. “Yessss” she gasped in pleasure. She could feel that at the top of her lips, her clit, as she called it, was beginning to erect free from its hood. She put a finger on it and swirled the finger over it as it began to swell. “Ugghh!” she whimpered as pleasure shot throughout her body. She began swirling her finger faster and faster over her clit, moving closer and closer to.... ...“Lucy” called the voice of Marie, cutting through the fog of lust and arousal surrounding Lucy. “Lucy...are you still in there?” Lucy snapped to attention, closing her legs tight and slamming both hands into the open spaces between the cushion and the arms of the recliner as Marie walked into the room. In her haste, she forgot the unbuttoned portion of her blouse. “Yes Marie” Lucy said raggedly. She hoped Marie couldn’t tell by her voice and her breathing exactly what she had just been doing. “Mr. Marco just called. He said that his chauffeur didn’t show up and he needs a ride to get here. I will go and get him. Stay here and wait for us. You will be all right on your own for a little while, won’t you?” questioned Marie. “O yes...I mean, of course I’ll be fine.” Lucy said, barely concealing her glee at being left alone to continue what she had been doing before Marie interrupted her. “Okay. We will return shortly” Marie said as she grabbed a set of keys from the cloak hanger and rushed out the door. Lucy, her mind clearing, looked around frantically to see if anyone had been watching her indulging herself in her fantasy. She looked out the window to the driveway as Marie left and the open front yard and highway beyond it, briefly imagining that someone had spotted her from there. That would be a thrill now wouldn’t it, she thought lustily. She began to unleash her hands from the gaps in the recliner when her free hand struck something on its way out. She grabbed on to it and pulled it out as her other hand came free with the diary in it. Oh my goodness! she thought in surprise as she realized what it was. It’s a vibrator! She knew what it was because her friends discussed them all the time and had been encouraging her to get one, but also because this one was still in the package, which had been ripped open. It said: LoveHoney Jessica Rabbit 2.0 G spot. Hmm....I wonder what a G spot is, Lucy mused as she pulled it out of the package. It had a pinkish-purple color and was about nine inches long, with the head of it curving upwards slightly and an arm jutting out and coming to two pronged ends that looked very much like rabbit ears. It had what appeared to be control settings at the base of it and it also appeared to be...used! From the wetness along the shaft of the vibrator, it appeared that someone had used it and hadn’t cleaned it off when they were done. I wonder who it belongs to, Lucy wondered as she wiped it off on her skirt. A naughty thought came to mind and Lucy, after taking a brief glimpse outside to make sure she wasn’t being watched, hiked up her skirt to her hips, spread her legs and reached under her skirt to remove her thong, revealing her mostly shaved pussy. To wear a thong and be shaved were also trendy things to do for girls her age and again Lucy had followed suit. Lucy then began experimenting with the controls to the vibrator, finding that one set of controls controlled the speed of the shaft’s rotation, while the other controlled the speed of the two ‘bunny ears’. Lucy sat back in the recliner and inserted the vibrator into her already very wet pussy and turned the shaft speed on to the first speed while turning on the ‘ears’, which she found hugged her erect clit, to a steady speed. “Oh God!” she gasped as pleasure shot through her body. The curved head of the shaft was touching a spot inside of her that she never knew was there. Oh that feels amazing. I think that might be my G spot, Lucy thought excitedly as she turned the shaft’s speed up another notch. “Oh yes!” Lucy wailed as pleasure coursed through her body, now burning with lust and arousal. She began pumping the vibrator in and out of her, increasing the pleasure. She also tore at the buttons of her blouse, almost ripping them off, to open her blouse completely and caress her breasts and pinch her nipples. Lucy then turned her attention again to Marie’s diary and began reading the next diary entry. Dear Diary, it began, it finally came in! The mail carrier delivered it to the door this morning. I’m saved! I felt so secure in my salvation that I dared to go to her bathroom to put away towels while she was showering. I walked in just, as dumb luck would have it, as she opened the shower door to come out. Oh my God! With her long brunette hair splayed wetly over her shoulders, rivulets of water running down her naked voluptuous body, her nipples jutting out erect and perky from her bountiful breasts, and water collecting at the sparse patch of hair above her pretty little pussy, she looked like the Venus de Milo. She asked me what was wrong and I could barely mutter “nothing” before I mutely handed her a towel. O God help me! Just the act of watching her dry herself, the towel caressing her every curve and intimate area, got me hot and incredibly aroused. She turned around to reveal her curvy back and full, round bum and asked if I could dry her back for her. I almost lost control right there! I couldn’t take it! I barely managed to tell her that she could manage as I hurried out of the room and ran downstairs to grab my toy on the table where I’d left it. I threw myself in the recliner next to it, shoving down my knickers to my thighs and plunging the toy inside of me, turning it on full speed, all in one quick motion. It didn’t take long for me to reach a massive climax because I was already so turned on. I sat there afterwards for a few minutes until I heard her come down. I quickly pulled my knickers up, shoving my toy with its case into the gap of the recliner cushion, and went to meet her at the door to head out to the car. I didn’t even clean up after myself! I hope she doesn’t find out my little secret. Only time will tell if I’m safe from temptation or not. Love, Marie. O God! This is Marie’s vibrator...and she used it this morning before we left without cleaning it! The thought of this made Lucy’s desire crest and, as she turned up the shaft’s speed to its maximum, she felt a huge climax crash over her, overwhelming her with pleasure. “AGGGHHH!!” she shrieked in absolute ecstasy as the toy pushed out of her and a spurt of juices squirted out of Lucy’s pussy as she shook and writhed in her ecstasy. “Lucy we’re here” the voice of Marie called from the front door. Lucy, barely coming down from her orgasm, somehow managed to kick her thong under the recliner, close her legs and pull down her skirt, and fumble her way through buttoning her blouse to at least cover her breasts as she rose jerkily to greet Marie and Mr. Marco, who were walking into the room. What Lucy didn’t know is that, in her bliss, she had actually been spotted by Marie as she had arrived with Mr. Marco. Marie had gotten out of the car and had looked straight into the window to see Lucy climaxing. Oh my! Marie had thought. Is she really....and is that my...Oh God! Unconsciously, Marie’s hands had gone to her breasts and crotch as she took in the erotic scene of Lucy’s orgasm. “Are you all right Marie?” Mr. Marco had said from across the car. His voice had brought her back from the sight before her. “O yes, I’m fine” she had replied, moving her hands from where they were and then they both had made their way into the mansion. “Lucy, this is your new piano instructor Mr. Marco. He’s quite accomplished and I’m sure you’ll become a virtuoso in no time under his tutelage. Oh...and do remember what I said about being a ‘good’ student in front of him.” With that, Marie walked away briskly, leaving them to the lesson at hand. Hmm...young, tall, dark, and handsome. How could I resist being a ‘good’ student for him, Lucy thought saucily. “So, Mr. Marco-” she began. “Actually, it’s just Marco. I have no last name that I know of. I was orphaned as a child and I don’t know who my parents were.” Marco said dryly. “I see” Lucy replied. Wanting to start off well with this gorgeous man, Lucy tried again. “So, shall we?” “Yes, let’s begin.” Marco said enthusiastically. Lucy sat down on the piano bench of the nearby piano, slyly hiking her skirt up to mid-thigh and spreading her legs wide. She’d actually forgotten that she wasn’t wearing anything under her skirt. “What will I be learning today?” Lucy questioned. “Well...umm...today we’ll....mm” Marco stammered. Lucy looked up to the standing Marco and saw that his face was beat red and his eyes were focused intently on her chest area. Lucy knew what had caught his eyes right away. He was looking down at her breasts. For anyone looking at her directly, she looked decent, but for someone looking down at her from Marco’s angle, they could probably see all of her bare breasts under her blouse. She began to apologize about her lack of attire when her eyes caught sight of something that made her quickly change her mind. From her sitting angle, she could clearly see the growing bulge at the front of Marco’s pants. Oh wow! Lucy thought in wonderment it’s really big! I wonder if I can get him to let me see it, she thought hotly. Feeling daring, she reached out her hand and cupped his crotch, softly caressing and kneading the thing making the bulge in his pants. “ Ms. you really shouldn’t be....Ooh!” Marco groaned in pleasure, his eyes closing. “Relax,” Lucy said softly. “Let’s have a little fun first. You can touch me too if you want.” Marco did just that, reaching into her half-opened blouse and caressing her breasts. “Ahh!” she whimpered as his hand touched her. She continued with her exploration of his crotch, now taking her hand and unzipping his trousers. She reached in past his undershorts and grabbed his...cock...that’s what the girls at school called it, although she wasn’t sure that she agreed with the word. She felt the hot bare skin of it and began working her hand up and down it, driven by what she’d heard from other girls on how to please a man. “O yes!” he growled as her hand moved up and down, faster and faster. She then began fishing out his cock from his pants through the hole in his undershorts. She finally extricated it and marveled at how big it actually was. “O my....your...I mean your-” she stammered. “That would be what I call a cock and yes, it’s big. It’s yours to do what you want with Ms.” Lucy, feeling very daring again after his words, stooped her face to his crotch and prepared to take him in her mouth as he gasped at the pleasure to come from it.... “Lucy, Mr. Marco” Marie’s voice called, making them both snap to attention. He quickly shoved his dick back into his trousers, and zipped them up, covering his crotch with his hands. “Lucy, I need to go to the market to get some things. I am going to leave you two here to continue your lesson. I will be gone for some time. Will you be all right?” Marie asked. Lucy, hoping Marie didn’t see the flushed appearances or hear the rough breathing of the two of them, said “Of course, we’ll be fine Marie. I’m having a wonderful time with my lesson” She was very eager to get back to the actual ‘lesson’ at hand. “All right then. I will be back as soon as I can.” Marie said as she hurriedly left. “You little tart, going to suck me off as your nanny walks in on us were you!” Marco raged in mock fury. Lucy, unprepared for Marco’s outburst, uttered a very meek “I’m sorry.” “No, I don’t think you really are sorry. I think a little tart like you needs to be taught a lesson about proper behavior.” With that, Marco grabbed Lucy by the wrists and bent her over the piano. Lucy, completely taken aback by Marco’s behavior, started to protest. “No wait, I-” Smack! The sound of Marco’s hand coming down on her bare buttocks resounded in her hears, followed by her yelp of surprise and pain. “Yes, you would have to be a little tart to not wear any knickers under your skirt.” Marco raged on. Smack! The sound of his hand spanking her bare bottom rang out again in her ears. “AHH” Her shriek rang out, a cry mixed between pain, surprise, and...pleasure? Was she actually starting to enjoy this? Smack! His hand came down again, followed again by her cry, this time decidedly sounding more pleasured “AHHOO”. “I’m sorry” she pleaded “yes, I was being a tart and I do need a lesson on proper behavior. Please, teach me!” she whimpered, her voice thick with need. Marco smiled as he unzipped his trousers again. “All right then. I won’t be cruel and deny you your ‘lesson’. Here is the ‘tool’ I will use to ‘teach’ you” he said as his long hard cock was exposed to her eyes again. “Oh yes!” she cried as she bent down further, pushing her bottom out more. “Please do it! I’ve never been with a man, but my cherry popped on a horseback ride once so you don’t need to worry about hurting me. Make me a real woman! Do it!” “All right then. Get ready to be ‘taught’ on becoming a woman.” Marco said as he plunged into her in one smooth stroke. “Ahhhh!” they cried out in pleasure as he entered her. He immediately began thrusting into her at a steady pace, making her groan and moan with every thrust. “O yess! That feels so good. Ahh...please don’t stop. It’s so wonderful.” she whined in bliss as she thrust back into him. “O God yes!” he cried out as he thrust into her faster and faster. They continued like this for a few minutes, moaning, groaning, whimpering, whining, and shrieking, until Marco felt his climax was imminent. “O yes I’m almost there!” he cried as he reached around Lucy’s waist and began rubbing her clit furiously, intent on making her climax with him, while also entangling his hands in her hair and pulling it firmly. “O yes! That’s just what I needed! I’m right there!” she shrieked. In the next moment, both Lucy and Marco exploded in blissful climaxes, as they screamed their pleasure “AHHHHHHHHH!!!” When their climaxes were over, Lucy pulled away from Marco, then leaned back into him and kissed him. “Thank you” she said breathlessly. Epilogue: Marie walked into the living room where Lucy was sitting reading a book in the recliner. “Oh by the way” she said “how did your lesson go today?” “Wonderful” Lucy replied “I learned so much and I can’t wait to show you” yes, she thought, now that I know all about you, I really can’t wait to show what I’ve learned. She giggled, thinking of the future to come with Marie. |