Date: Sat, 17 Feb 2007 13:53:49 -0800 (PST)
From: LeAnn McLane <leannmclane@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: Jean Engels Part 4

After several climaxes from her mother sucking her pussy, Jean finally had
enough and Agatha was completely wasted. Before she left the room, she told
her mother that Mona had invited Helen DeMerit, the manager of her agency
over to meet them. A fashion outfit had been ordered for her to wear and
would be delivered soon. "When it arrives, bring it up to my room. I've
been instructed to shave my pussy in a bikini cut but I'm not sure what
that is."

"Don't you want me to help you with the shaving?"

"No, I want you to wait downstairs for the delivery I just got through
telling you about. Louise, the upstairs maid, shaves Mona all the time so
I'm sure she's qualified to help me."

"But she'll have to see your pussy..."

"She's seen it before like every other female in this house."

The mother still felt a little perturbed to be taking such formal orders
from her own daughter and she was shocked and jealous to learn all the
other maids were after her daughter's pussy but she had to consider her
daughter was under the mantle of Mona's protection and was entitled to do
what she wanted with the domestic help, including her own mother. She
waited for the delivery and took it upstairs amid a flurry of activity as
every maid in the house was helping her daughter to dress.

When the doorbell rang late that afternoon, Agatha went to let in Mona's
manager. The woman standing at the door was a very attractive older woman
dressed very chic, the leading edge of fashion. Agatha was daunted by such
a display of big city wealth and worldliness. She lapsed into an absolute
subservience, the like of which she had not exhibited since as a young
wife, she had met the owner of all the bottomland in the county. The man
had owned the very land she and her husband had farmed on shares.

Fawning over the lady, just short of bowing and scraping, she was
incredibly thrilled when the woman reached around under her skirt and
pinched her bottom. She could do nothing but blush and giggle in
embarrassment, her hand up to her face. Such submissive behavior charged
the older woman's predatory nature and she reached under the skirt and
boldly cupped Agatha's pussy through her ruffled panties.  Agatha could
only stammer and hold her hands behind her back as though to ensure that
she would not attempt to interfere with what the woman was doing.

"What a cute outfit, I'm going to have to get one for my maid. Oh, you do
look so sexy; I may have to spank your saucy behind for being so adorable."
The woman chattered as they entered the living room where Mona and Jean
awaited.

Mona came over and grabbed the woman as soon as she entered and led her
over to Jean who stood to meet her. "Jean Engels, this is Helen DeMerit,
the woman I wanted you to meet. Helen is manager of the Gearhart Agency. If
she thinks you can be a model, we are going to launch your new career
immediately."

Helen was visibly stunned by the perfect beauty of the girl. Her eyes
widened in amazement as she gazed in rapt admiration. "My heavens, I can't
believe you are not already on the cover of every magazine in the
world. Where have you been hiding? Has any other agency seen you?"

"Why, no, I have lived most of my life on a farm but we lost it on account
of poor soil."

"Thank goodness for that. Else you never would have come to the big city to
share your beauty with the world. You are absolutely ravishing. If we could
clone you a few times, every other model would just have to get a breast
augmentation and settle for the skin business because they would all be
totally out of work. Listen, I have a contract with me, I brought it
presuming the things Mona said about you were true and I can see that she
was not nearly extravagant enough in her claims."

Mona suffered some trepidation because this woman was used to looking at
the most beautiful women in the world and had succumbed so quickly to
Jean's ravishing charms. Seeing Helen capitulate so quickly made her
fearful about what she was helping to create.

"This is a standard super model contract that a girl is not usually offered
until she has already made it big but, in your case, I think that's just a
matter of time. Salary is based on a percentage which is the only way to
make really big money. If you are willing to work hard and travel a little,
the money will flow like a river. I brought some things for you to try on,
just diaphanous wrap around things that would fit anyone of normal
proportions. Do you mind doing that just so I can say that I interviewed
you? I would hate to sign someone to this type of contract who ended up
having a tattoo or other disfigurement somewhere on her body. You
understand?"

"Jean wouldn't mind a bit and I'm sure you will enjoy it immensely." Mona
interjected, suddenly desirous to see Jean in the outfits Helen
selected. Helen handed Jean two shopping bags and Mona told her to change
in the bedroom down the hall. Agatha was summoned to assist and the mother
took the bags and led her daughter to the next room.

When they were gone, Mona grabbed Helen's hand and led her over behind an
alcove where she removed a huge painting and set it on the floor.  There
was a large one-way mirror. "My stepfather had this installed so he and
mother could spy on some of the couples at their swinging parties who were
too shy to do anything in a crowd."

"Mercy, I hope they never used it on me!"

"Oh, yeah, you're so intent on protecting your modesty. They could get you
to do anything right here in the living room. You'd flaunt your pussy in
church if there was the slimmest chance the deacons were not heavily
armed."

They were watching as Agatha led Jean in and began undressing her. With
each article of clothing removed, Mona and Helen had to squeeze their
thighs together in search of relief. Helen quickly got behind Mona and
humped her ass savagely, watching over her shoulder as Jean's nakedness was
revealed. Mona had to put her hands to either side of the mirror to keep
from being driven through it. Inside the bedroom, Agatha was overcome by
the sight of Jean's shaven pussy and knelt down to suck her bare,
baby-looking pussy.

"Why that horny old whore, I certainly didn't know this was going on." Mona
commented.

"What? That your little maid has the hots for your niece? I would be
surprised to find one around here that didn't."

"She happens to be her mother. I'm making her be the maid as a sort of
retribution for the way she once treated me as a young girl."

"For Pete's sake, imagine holding a grudge that long. That is one very
attractive woman. I wouldn't mind giving her a work out on my wet cunt."

"Good, you can have her and I'll take the daughter."

"Well, I didn't say that but from the way they're going at it, we should be
able to have our way with both of them. I love a young girl who likes
pussy."

"I'm not sure she does. I've never known her to go down on anyone. Mostly
she just allows things to be done to her."

"I think it would be asking way too much to expect her to sully that
extravagantly beautiful mouth on another woman's nasty cunt. It is enough
that she allows other women to pay homage to her. I've had models with a
lot less natural charm who thought such an act was beneath them. I would be
content to enjoy her youth and beauty."

"From the way you are humping me, I bet you wish you'd brought your
strap-on."

"Oh, I did, honey, I just don't want to waste it on your sorry ass. I'd
like to do the daughter while you make the mother suck my butt."

"I can make her do anything. She expects any minute to be thrown out on the
street. She knows she was very cruel to me and was surprised that I even
took her in."

"I bet you took one look at her daughter and signed the house over to her,
didn't you?"

"No, but I certainly lost al thoughts of retribution."

"You better be a little nicer, with the money that girl will make, you
might end up being her mother's maid."

"I'd sell my ass on the street first."

"You'd starve to death, have you ever looked at the competition?"

"You seem to like it enough, the way you're going at it."

"Honey, I'm just teasing you. You know I never make jokes about anything
when it's true." Helen reassured her, then couldn't help but add, "Haven't
you ever noticed that I don't make any ugly jokes when you're around?"

"Oh, you loathsome old crone, I need to get my bullwhip after your scrawny
old ass."

"Promises, promises, you haven't even bothered to give me a hand spanking
in several years."

"That's just kind of the way I'm made. I've seldom lusted after something
I've already had. Even with young girls I have trouble getting interested a
second time."

"Look, they're ready to leave. We better get the painting re-hung."

"No, let's just leave it, no one will come in here and there should be some
more shows since you brought so many outfits. Let's just be cool and let
them play around together when she changes. The mother-daughter thing turns
me on."

"Okay, but I don't know how long I can stay cool, that daughter has my
hormones in an uproar already. I was thinking about asking her if I could
eat the shit out of her ass just so I could see where it came from."

"Come on, we'll find a way to get her to bare her bottom without you having
to demean yourself that much."

They just made it to their seats when Agatha entered and held the door for
a few counts before Jean made her entrance clad in a filmy tan and brown
nightdress that blended perfectly with her coloring, especially her
magnificent bronze colored hair and eyes. Her gorgeous breasts were bare
under the gauzy material making her nipples visible and one fantastically
shapely leg jutted out every alternate step from between the folds of the
gown as she walked. The seated women were beside themselves with delight as
they feasted their eyes on such unbelievable loveliness. Jean swung around
in a smart turn and the skirt billowed out, exposing a glimpse of her
provocative legs.

"Jean, darling, would you mind lifting your skirts and letting us see how
the panties look?" Helen asked meekly.

And Mona thought that for Helen, waiting until after the turn was about as
cool as she was capable of being. Jean hoisted the voluminous skirts and
held them around her waist and rotated slowly. The panties were bikini cut
with a thin strip covering her shaved pussy and a throng exposing her
luscious asscheeks to the rapt stares of her audience.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with Mona and Helen running to the
one-way to watch Jean getting dressed with Agatha taking liberties, then
the women were trying every tactic to get Jean out of the clothes when she
came to show them. Once Helen asked her to lower the bodice so she could
see how she looked in the bronze colored bra and Jean pushed the gossamer
material down to the delight of the woman.  "I meant I wanted to see how
you would have looked had you been wearing one." Helen's panties were
dripping at the sight of her magnificent, bare breasts when Jean finally
put her bodice back in place.

When the last article was shown, Jean left to get back into her regular
clothes and Helen grabbed Agatha and pulled her onto her lap. Immediately
her hand shot up under her short skirt. "I want you to stay in here, Jean
can dress herself. Open your legs a bit and let me pet your cute pussy,
won't you?"

Agatha looked nervously at Mona but Mona just smiled her consent and said,
"You keep our guest happy, I'll go see if Jean needs any help."

"Sweetie, let me take your titties out and play with them. You don't mind,
do you, dear? That's a good girl." Helen cooed as she worked the bodice
down and began to suck on the exposed nipples. Her hand worked on Agatha's
pussy until it was creaming copiously. The other hand slid around behind,
up under the skirt and down the frilly panties. Still in awe of Helen,
Agatha was just coming to realize that sexual attraction had nothing to do
with such arbitrary distinctions as social position. Especially with Helen
who had no concern that Agatha was a dirt farmer's wife as she launched a
multi-faceted assault.

"Come on, Sweetie, loosen up a little. Here, let me kiss you." Agatha
obediently bent her head down to touch their lips together but was shocked
to feel a wet tongue invading her mouth. Her initial reaction was to jerk
away but the soft probing tongue felt so good in her mouth, she relaxed and
then she realized she was expected to suck on the invader. Her rising
passion blocked out her ingrained revulsion at the thought of touching
another person's tongue and Helen felt a sharp upturn in sexual arousal as
Agatha began to suck her tongue wildly.

Agatha had never participated in sex with someone who consciously worked on
getting her aroused and she was becoming so enflamed from Helen's fingering
of her pussy and her ass that she felt compelled to get on her
knees. Agatha twisted out of the woman's lap and pushed her chic dress up
to her waist and yanked her panties off. What she saw boggled her mind.

She had not seen enough pussies to realize what a rarity it was but she
knew the huge clit standing erect as big as her thumb was very
unusual. Helen smiled at her astonishment, then reached down to press with
both hands against the sides of her clit to free it completely from its
hood. "Let me get it completely erect and then, if you're a good girl and
take your dress off, I'll let you suck on it. Do you want to put it in your
mouth, or do you just want to stare at it? It does seem to enervate most
women the first time they see it."

Agatha stood up and let her loosened clothing fall to her feet, then leaned
forward to take the huge clit into her mouth. The feel of it pressing
against her tongue and the roof of her mouth was causing her passion to
soar. She sucked and sucked while Helen pumped her hips as though fucking
her face. After two delicious orgasms of her own, she felt an immense,
shuddering climax building in Helen. She felt Helen slide her legs as wide
as possible, then pulled her mouth off the clit and pushed it down into the
gaping hole of her cunt. The juices flowed so intensely that Agatha could
not nearly keep up in her compulsion to lick up every drop.

"Swallow those juices you slutty little maid and then I'm going to spank
you for being so nasty!" Agatha just cringed at these words, pressing her
thighs together as the masterful woman took charge of her desire. Then she
nearly swooned as she crawled up over the woman's lap and fitted their
pussies together, hoping during the spanking she could somehow get the huge
clit worked up into her yearning cunt.

Inside the adjoining bedroom, Mona just watched in lascivious delight as
Jean shed the baby doll pajamas she had been modeling that had almost
driven her and Helen over the edge.

"Helen wants to fuck your mother so I volunteered to come in and help you
dress." Not that she felt compelled to explain her actions, she just never
missed an opportunity to demean Agatha as though it in some way detracted
from Jean's overwhelming aura.

"But she's a woman; she doesn't have anything to fuck Momma with."

"They made a rare exception in her case."

Perplexed, Jean nonchalantly slid the baby doll panties down and off, then
picked them up to fold them together with the top and return them to the
shopping bag. Then she just walked around in her free, naked state while
Mona sat transfixed by her stunning beauty.

"You can keep anything there that you would like." Mona told her,
indicating the two shopping bags.

"Oh, I would like to keep all of it. I've never had such fine things to
wear. I just don't know where I'd wear any of this; they all seem to be
intended for somebody's honeymoon."

"I'd be glad to take you shopping and buy you things you can wear on other
occasions besides a honeymoon."

Jean ran to where Mona was sitting and jumped into her lap. "Oh, would you
really? I would love that! I've never been shopping, Momma'd just pick up
whatever I needed that we could afford at the big K-mart in the next town
when she was there." As though to demonstrate her gratitude, she rubbed her
luscious, naked asscheeks tantalizingly around the woman's lap. Mona had
never encountered such girlish glee over such a small thing. Whenever she
bought things for her girlfriends, they just accepted it as their due.

"Wait, if you're going to sit in my lap, let me pull my dress up so you can
sit on my naked thighs." She said as Jean rose up slightly for her to slide
her dress up to her waist. "It makes me so excited when you do that. I'll
have to pet your precious little pussy if you keep up that rubbing with
your beautiful ass."

"You can pet it if you want to." Jean said as she opened her gorgeous
thighs in awesome invitation. "I'll even lay down on the bed and let you
suck it if you promise to take me shopping."

"Have you ever sucked a pussy?"

"No, I'm not that kind of girl. Oh, I don't mind when another woman wants
to do it to me; it feels great, actually. But I really don't understand why
a woman wants to put her mouth in such a nasty place."

Mona felt an irresistible urge to force the issue. Fearful that her gamble
would not pay off, Mona knew that the city and especially the money that
would soon be coming in would alter this sweet country girl.  She did not
want to miss what may be her last opportunity with the girl feeling such
immense obligation to her. Having her own money would soon dispel any
obligations she might feel. Thus she decided to risk making the girl angry,
perhaps too furious to be appeased, "That's what it would take to make me
want to take you shopping."

"But you offered just while ago to do it for nothing." Jean said,
thoroughly perplexed. Then like a bright light turned on in a dark room,
she suggested, "How about I kiss it for you, through your panties? Would
that be all right?"

The implication that Jean was considering the proposal filled Mona with
such raging desire that she could barely talk. "But I want...you to put
your...tongue...inside..."  The pained look on the classically beautiful
face seemed to be leaning towards refusal and Mona's heart nearly stopped
at that unbearable prospect. Quickly deciding to settle for half a loaf,
she conceded, "All right, just kiss it through my panties and, if you begin
to feel like it, you can slide them down if you want to."

"It's not likely that I will like it that much. Are you sure you want to
make me do this?" Jean said with undisguised anger as she got down on her
knees and resentfully pushed Mona's pretty thighs apart.

Her little girl persona and childish charm evaporated and she was like a
churlish child being forced to eat her vegetables. Such an abrupt reaction
caused Mona to fear that she had pushed the girl to the very brink of
refusal. She immediately began to mollify the girl, trying to shift her
mind to focus on what she would receive and off what she would have to
give. "Think of the fun we'd have. We could go to every major store and get
you dresses, skirts, blouses, and pretty silk underwear instead of those
cheap, cotton things your have."

Jean's eyes lit up once again but with still some resentment, she asked,
"How long do I have to kiss it?"

"Just for a little while, just to see if you like it."

"I can already tell you I won't like it." Jean complained as she scooted
forward on her knees. Mona raised her thighs and hooked them over the arms
of the chair. She looked down with some pride at her prominent mound and
wondered how a woman could resist it.

Jean bent forward stiffly and placed her closed mouth right on the panty
covered mound. The aroma at first repelled her and then began to seem
almost intoxicating as her nose grew accustomed to the scent. Her mouth
opened of its own accord and her tongue came out and licked tentatively at
the soaking wet panties. The tangy taste seemed to combine with the scent
to create an almost unbearable amalgamation of sensation. The sharp intake
of breath she heard from Mona caused a pang of desire to begin growing in
her own pussy. Her tongue was energized and began rolling over the wet
panties and pushing up into the cleft where it fluttered insanely. Omigod,
she thought, I feel like I want to suck her pussy.  Embarrassed and
humiliated, she reached up with her hands to grasp the waistband of Mona's
tiny panties. She did not look up; she did not want to see the satisfied
smirk on the woman's face as her hips raised slightly and the panties came
slowly down.

Becoming delirious with raging desire, Jean's mind shut out the
implications of what she was doing and concentrated completely on what she
was feeling. As though it had been doing it for years, her tongue reached
deep between the folds of Mona's pussy lips and ran up to enclose the clit
and suck it briefly until the woman's desire leapt to another level and
then went back to dwell in the soaking wet hole to begin again. Mona's hips
were bucking against the sucking mouth as her mind slowly shattered in
explosive ecstasy.

When the mightiest orgasm of her life swept through Mona and left her
sprawled and spent with her thighs apart, Jean licked up every drop of the
exhilarating nectar as though she could never get enough. She wanted
nothing else but to make the woman cum again so she could have more.

When it became evident that the woman was completely spent, Jean climbed
back into her lap, "My God," she declared, "I didn't know it could be so
good. It really doesn't matter that it's so nasty! I just loved sucking
your pussy and I can hardly wait to do it again."

"I may not ever get over that. I think it all exploded out the top of my
head and took my little mind with it."

Finally they worked up enough energy to move back into the living room
where they watched Agatha sucking languidly on Helen's huge clit. Jean got
the impression that all her mother wanted was to have that huge clit in her
mouth. Aroused by the sight, she moved to stand close and watch Helen pump
her long clit into her mother's mouth like she was fucking a knothole in a
fence. "I think your momma's getting a little tired. Now that I have her
stripped down naked, why don't you slap her ass until she gets
re-energized?" Helen suggested.

"No, I couldn't. I can't spank my own mother." Jean had no qualms about it
and had spanked her mother before but she had no wish to humiliate her for
the enjoyment of these wealthy women.

'Well, maybe you'd like to take her place and give her a little relief?"

"I'll suck it for you if you want me to."

"Agatha, honey," she said gently. "why don't you take a little break? Let
your daughter suck on my little cockie for a while." Agatha rather
reluctantly let the clit slide out of her mouth and moved to one side.

Jean's excitement jumped quickly to a fever pitch as she got on her knees
and took the huge clit into her hot mouth.  Her excitement jumped to
another level as Helen began to buck her hips up to fuck her in the
mouth. Agatha unashamedly moved down to lick her daughter's darling
asshole. Jean just opened her mouth and let the clit slide in and out as
her delirium grew and grew and finally exploded. As she slumped forward,
she felt the wetness of Helen's climax as the juices seeped into her
mouth. The taste made her as ravenous as Mona's pussy juice had before.

Jean did get to go shopping but she had changed fundamentally. The
beautiful clothes that excited her immensely was not nearly as significant
as the delicious shop girls in their short skirts with their perky breasts
behind starched blouses. One of them came in the changing room and asked
Jean if she wanted her to check the fit of some panties she was trying on
and Jean consented only to have the girl kneel and pull the panties off so
she could suck her adorable pussy. When she finished, Jean made her stand
up so she could get her short skirt up and panties down to her thighs. She
got a lovely dose of pussy juice and began to be amazed that so many girls
were available.  The good tasting juice of the shop girl seemed to apply to
all females. Jean bought a dozen of the panties.

When Jean began working, all the models she worked with recognized that her
great beauty would quickly conquer the industry so they were eager to hitch
their wagon to a star and none would deny her anything. Even the seemingly
very straight ones would not hesitate to open their thighs if Jean
indicated any interest. Jean showed interest in every cunt she saw, like a
three-year-old lost in a candy store for several months. Prime pussy was so
easy for her. As her reputation grew and supermodel status was attained and
surpassed, they had to create a new status - Mega-model, all she had to do
was slap a pretty girl on the ass and the girl would have her dress up and
panties down before Jean could get to her knees.

The rampant influx of so much gratifying pussy caused her tastes to
gradually become more discriminating. She began to ease off taking on all
comers and to be aroused only by certain types of girls. She was attracted
to innocence and loved to corrupt young girls who had never tried pussy
love before. However, she was even more aroused by really dominant types
who cared nothing for her status as a model and only sought to use her for
her tremendous beauty, as though eager to defile it. This type she did not
meet often in the modeling ranks, these she had to seek out, and then she
discovered female biker bars.