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Maven saw it, so she nodded, but she scarcely believed any of the boys’ shafts couldfit in such a place.

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Just then, Lavonia motioned Ragan to her.  “Fuck me for our sweet Maven,” she said to him with a sensual smile. “But enter slowly,  so that I’ll feel every lovely inch and so that she can see how my body takes your cock.”

Maven drew in her breath as the dark-haired, olive-skinned boy knelt between  Lavonia’s thighs. She watched with bated breath as he took his rod in his hand andlifted the tip toward Lavonia’s shimmering wet cunt.

“Can you see?” Lavonia asked.

Maven could barely get out even the one short word. “Yes.”

“Good.” The maid shifted her attention back  to Ragan. “Now come inside, dear boy.”

Maven’s stomach contracted as she watched Ragan slide his hard cock into Lavonia’s small opening. “Mmmmm, ohhhh,
 
yesssss
,” the older woman purred until theentire length of the shaft was hidden in her pussy. Maven could hardly fathom the easewith which the long  rod had entered! The very sight made her own cunt hum with interest as her tightened nipples brushed against her  leather dress, only  adding to  theheightened  sensations.

“Oh, what a good boy,” Lavonia said, her voice low and throaty. “Now you maymove, but slowly.”

Bracing his arms on the sides of the chair,  Ragan began to slide  his tool out, thenback in, out, then back in. Maven’s pussy  ached and trembled beneath her dress.

“That’s right,” Lavonia cooed. “Nice and  slow. Are you watching closely, Maven?”

It almost embarrassed her to admit it, but… “Yes,” she said.

“Good. What you are witnessing is a soft, gentle sort of fucking. Smooth. Easy.  That’s right, Ragan, my lovely boy, just  like that.” Her voice was but a sensuous  whisper, yet it somehow filled the room. All eyes focused on the cock that slid in and out of Lavonia’s cunt, riveted. “Do you  have any questions?” she asked Maven.

Ares, did she! But could she voice them, here, now, in front of the boys?

“Well, my dear, do you?”

She let out a rough breath. This  was her Orientation, so if she had a question, she must ask it. “How…does the cock go in so easy?”

Lavonia answered between sighs of pleasure. “A woman’s body is made for it.”

“How…how does it feel?”

Lavonia released a breathy laugh as the long  tool continued its slow drives in  and out of her depths. “It feels…hot. Delicious. Breathtaking.”

“Then…it doesn’t hurt. It  is not a  thing to  be feared.” She yearned for confirmation, clarification.

At this, Lavonia glanced over at her.  She knew her maid understood she was thinking of  Dane and dark murmurings that women were not safe with him. “I’ll not lie. Sometimes it hurts at first. And sometimes a particularly large cock can bring pain,

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but conversely, sometimes bigger cocks deliver  deeper delights. By and far,  fucking is  about pleasure, Maven.”

Maven grew aware that her breathing had grown heavy, labored, as she continued  watching the fucking act, trying to think through her concerns. Were big cocks good or bad? Hadn’t Lavonia just given both answers  to that question? What if Dane’s shaft was  big? Maven shifted her gaze to Donnell’s, still  red and erect, the tip gleaming with a dot  of wetness.  “A big one is pleasurable? Or painful? Which is it?” she asked, looking back  to Lavonia,  who now  bit her lip, still watching Ragan’s curved pole slip in and out.  Maven’s cunt pulsed in  time with the gentle thrusts.

Lavonia let out another of her infuriating  chuckles. “I’m sorry it’s confusing foryou, but let me answer with a demonstration.” With that, she lifted her gaze to Ragan’sface, then reached for his lean hips, softly pushing him back. “Step away now.” Shethen looked  to Anglen, motioning him nearer  with an impish smile. “You see the width of Anglen’s fine cock  here,” she  said to  Maven without taking her eyes off the young man as he kneeled before the chair.

“Yes,” Maven said. As she’d noticed before, it  was thicker than Ragan’s.

“Watch how easily my cunt takes it, despite how round it is.”

True to Lavonia’s word, the  weighty-looking cock had no trouble entering,

although Lavonia let out a deep, guttural moan as Anglen pushed himself inside her.

Maven swallowed nervously. “That was…
pleasure
, not
 
pain
?”

Lavonia looked overwrought with passion, but still managed a laugh. “Mmm, yes, dear.
 
Incredible
 
pleasure. Now fuck me, Anglen,” she said, lifting her gaze to his. “Slowat first, but then speed up. We must  show Maven the various ways of fucking.”

Like Ragan before him, Anglen began  moving his thick shaft in and  out of  Lavonia’s wet opening. Maven was agape at  how that opening had widened for him.  Soon, he did as Lavonia asked, increasing  the rate of his thrusts, causing Lavonia torelease quick, low cries with each.

On the  bed, Maven’s cunt seemed  to lurch with every drive of Anglen’s rod. She felt short of breath and her breasts ached. It was agonizing.
 
Touch yourself if you feel the urge. Touch yourself if you feel the urge.
 
But no. She couldn’t. She still held the notion that touching herself between her legs was a private matter to be undertaken alone. She hadn’t the faintest idea why she felt this  way—Ares knew Lavonia was not so shy—yet still she let her apprehensions guide her.

Anglen continued to fuck Lavonia until she was gritting her teeth with pleasure,nipping out the word, “Yes,” at each lunge.  The heat they created filled the room— Maven’s face turned as warm as the rest of  her body, her skin seeming to crawl with

desire. She soon got lost in their passion, barely aware that Ragan stood by stroking his own shaft, still damp with Lavonia’s juices,  or that Donnell studied her as she watched the sex taking place in her chamber.

So it was shocking—to all of them, Maven thought—when Lavonia said, “That’s  enough,” her voice cutting sharply through the thick lust. Maven flinched—as did

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Ragan. Anglen let out a low groan of protest. Lavonia attempted to comfort him by lifting a hand to stroke his sandy blond hair. “Fear not. I won’t leave any of you hanging, this I promise. Tonight we
 
all
 
find our pleasure in order to complete Maven’seducation.”

“But—” he argued, thrusting once  more into her cunt.

“No.” She pushed him back. “It’s Donnell’s turn now.”

Anglen clearly had  no choice but to acquiesce, and as Donnell stepped up to take his place, his heated gaze locked with Maven’s once more.

“Look at
 
this
 
large cock, Maven,” Lavonia instructed. The maid’s eyes brimmed with delight as she sank her gaze to the prominent shaft.

And, oh Ares, Maven was looking, all right. She could see even more clearly now  how much larger he was than the other boys.

“When you see how much I enjoy it, sweet girl, you’ll know you need not fear a  nice, large rod like this one.” She  drew her gaze from Donnell’s shaft to his face. “Let me have it.”

Dropping to his knees, he took his cock  in hand. As he guided the head toward  Lavonia’s pussy, Maven could hardly hold in  her gasp. How would Lavonia take such a big erection? As he nudged the tip against  her opening, it looked…impossible. Some things simply were not made to fit together.

She held  her breath as  he began to push, and drew it in even deeper when she realized the enormous shaft was beginning to  sink inward, entering the passage that looked so small next to Donnell’s cock. Lavonia hissed with hot pleasure as  he boredeeper and deeper, and Maven found herself clawing her fingers into the thin furblanket on which she sat. Oh  Ares, but it was an amazing sight.

“Mmm, look  at the size of him,” Lavonia said on a husky sigh, “and know that I am deeply pleasured.”

Ribbons of shock, wonder, maybe even  envy, all wove through Maven, finally  converging  in her cunt.

“Now, my handsome boy,” the maid instructed breathily, “show our lovely Maven  how to fuck hard and fast. Make me scream.”

Donnell had been concentrating on his task,  but now paused to cast Maven anotherlook that  sent a new wave of yearning to her crotch. Ares, she must be soaked by now.  Returning his hot gaze, she bit her lip, then  moved her eyes lower, to where his body joined with Lavonia’s. Her way of saying—
 
Yes, show me.

Pulling out slightly, Donnell slammed hard  into Lavonia, indeed  making her yell out. “Like that?” he asked, heated eyes now on Lavonia.

“Ares, yes
.
 
But don’t stop.”

As Donnell proceeded to drive  his big cock into Lavonia again and again, themaid’s shrieks left Maven amazed that
 
that
 
was pleasure. But maybe it was, for Ares

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knew
 
she
 
was aroused—dripping wetter beneath  her dress every second, aching  for

some sort of stimulation.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Lavonia screamed, and like last night, Maven wondered  if the whole house could hear the Orientation taking place.

“Ragan,” Lavonia said as Donnell’s rough strokes eased slightly, “come, let me suck  you.”

Ragan happily released his cock  from his  hand and hurried to Lavonia’s side. She wasted no time wrapping one fist around  his length and pulling him eagerly to her  mouth. The throb in Maven’s cunt grew even  more intense as she watched Lavonia take two hard cocks into her body at once. Ares  above—she’d never have dreamed of such a  thing, but Lavonia looked phenomenally  pleasured as she moaned around Ragan’s shaft.

“What about me? What should
 
I
 
do?” Anglen asked.

Releasing Ragan’s rod from between her  lips, Lavonia cackled softly. “You’re  right—it’s not fair  to leave you out. You may come to my other side, and I shall take turns with the two of you.”

Maven scarcely understood how she could  become even more aroused, and yet as Lavonia hungrily wrapped her  lips around  Anglen’s thick tool while still tugging  rhythmically on Ragan’s—all while Donnell  kept fucking her, no less—she grew even  more excited, her breasts and cunt feeling more and more swollen.

As Lavonia  shifted her attention from one  cock to the other and back again, Ragan  and Anglen  caressed  her ample breasts, and  when the intensity of the maid’s moans  increased, Maven didn’t know  if it was from  being caressed, or the actions  of Lavonia’s mouth, or Donnell still pumping away at her  with the  cock she still didn’t think should  fit in any woman’s cunt. However, when Ragan’s hand left Lavonia’s plump breast,  drifting over her stomach, past her fiery pubic hair and into her gaping slit, it was clear  the sobs that left her were caused by that  one additional stimulation—to her clit.

Touch yourself if you feel the urge.

Oh Ares, Maven felt the urge. Somehow, watching Lavonia be touched in that special spot where she herself ached the most made her frustrations even worse.

And she couldn’t deny it any longer.

Almost without thought or decision, Maven closed her fingers around the hem of her dress and lifted it,  higher,  higher, over her thighs, higher  still,  until the soft leatherskirting rested at her hips. Still riveted by  the intensity of the lesson taking place, she sank her fingers into  her hungry  pussy. Instant relief shrouded her. She was so wet. So warm. Oh Ares, yes! She instinctually found her clit—the nub seemed huge against her stroking fingertips. She tore her gaze from Lavonia to glance  briefly down, at her fingers in her wetness, at the little knob of  pleasure she now knew by name. Then she lifted her gaze back to the lesson to find Donnell’s eyes on her.

She wanted to look away but couldn’t. She took in his  lustful expression, his hugecock pounding into Lavonia, the  perspiration  on his  face. She could barely breathe, her

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breasts heaving, her pussy pulsing against  her stroking fingers. Yes, yes, she was  getting the  hang of this now, perhaps because she was so driven by excitement, not  even thinking about what would happen next, only pushing herself deeper and deeper  into the throes of true passion— with  her eyes, with her fingers. Oh yes!

Lavonia bucked harder against Donnell’s cock and Ragan’s fingers. She’dabandoned sucking Ragan and Anglen’s shafts,  but continued to tug at them both with her fists. “Oh, oh…” she sobbed,  her cries taking on a desperate, reaching sound. “Oh, oh, oh—” And then her voice slowly climbed,  higher  in range, higher still, “Oh, oh,” until she let out a blood-stilling shriek that  could be mistaken for nothing but sheer pleasure. She pumped  her cunt harder, harder against Ragan’s touch and Donnell’s rod,crying out over and over.

And in the midst of her wonder and pleasure, Maven realized something inside
 
her
was rising, too—just like Lavonia’s voice—higher and higher, as if reaching the peak ofsome impossibly tall mountain, and then…oh!