Priscilla awoke as usual as the first rays from the sun streamed through her east-facing bedroom window. She never closed her curtains. Being on the fourth floor, she was the first person in the mansion to see the dawn, and she enjoyed the moments alone that that afforded her to reflect, to plan, to dream. Especially on a summer day like this, the early dawn meant she had plenty of time to let her mind roam before she began her duties as lady's maid to Mistress.
She thought about the previous evening. As she recalled the weekly Wednesday soiree of the resident staff, she guided her hands over her breasts and belly to her crotch. She felt the crusty residue of the night's festivities in her closely cropped pubic thatch and inner thighs. She smiled in recollection, as she always did.
Wednesdays were the one night of the week when Mister and Mistress never entertained, which meant the staff had the evening free after dinner. They would gather in Priscilla's room, the seven of them, not because she was older or more senior or higher on the pecking order, but because she had a gravitational pull that made people want to be wherever she was.
Because her duties ended those Wednesdays once she had helped Mistress dress for the evening, she also was always the first to be ready for the gathering. So as the others cleared their slates, she waited for them freshly washed, resting against the headboard of her bed, clad only in the skimpy white lace panties that Victor, the gardener, had given her for her birthday and both the men and women loved seeing on her.
Prissy, as almost everyone called her, liked her body. She had a girl-next-door face, a tomboy demeanor that drew gazes of appreciation. She didn't have the biggest breasts among the female staff. In fact, of the three live-in maids, hers were the smallest. But they were high and firm with just enough teardrop shape to indicate a bit of heft. Men also seemed to revel in her large, brown nipples. She and the maids often signed notes to each other with names related to their bra cup sizes, if they ever donned such contraptions: Little Bea (Prissy), Middle Cee (Juliette) and Big Dee (Maria).
Prissy was small all over. Just five feet, two inches tall, she was what people call a wisp of a girl, a twenty-inch waist, narrow, somewhat flat but firm hips, skinny legs that could carry her for miles on a walk or run in the country. She and Maria groomed each other's crotches, keeping the curlies short and sharply edged on top and smoothly shaved down below, where all the action was. They wanted to communicate that while they were in domestic service, they were feral at heart. Yet they didn't see any reason for the men and women they loved to come up from going down on them with pubes between their teeth.
Juliette opted to go totally bald. She said that if the look made men feel as though they were fucking a ten-year-old girl, so be it.
Marcus, the driver, was the first to arrive in her room that Wednesday. Because Mister and Mistress had no plans to travel, he was free as soon as he got the cars ready for the following day. He wore only gym shorts that accentuated not only his round, firm ass but also the natural bulge between his legs.
Victor was next. He had showered and shaved after toiling in the dirt all day. He was a master gardener and his work drew raves from everyone who visited the estate. Victor seldom wore any clothes when on the fourth floor, and of course the Wednesday night gathering was no exception.
The footmen, Gabriel and Charles, and Juliette and Maria normally arrived together, having cleared the table and rinsed the dishes and stacked them in the dishwasher. The footmen showed up in the shirts and pants of their livery. Juliette wore a light white house dress that fell to mid-thigh. Maria favored a black, thinly meshed negligee that hid nothing underneath it.
As the final four arrived, Juliette announced, "We're free, my friends. Mister is having it out with Mistress in the library as we speak."
"I win," Victor cried. "I called it Colonel Mustard with a steely rod in the library."
"Vic, my love," Maria said, "the truth is that you simply don't have a clue."
"You have to admit, though, that Mister is one particularly well hung dude. I mean, that thing's a real jaw breaker."
"True that," Prissy said. "You just spoke a real mouthful."
"Speaking of big cocks," Victor said, leaping from the chair where had been sitting and wiggling his hips to jiggle his dick.
Juliette slipped behind him to steal the chair, but as consolation grabbed his factually average-size penis and pulled him close. She sucked his enlarging cock all the way into her mouth. He emitted a low moan, put his hands on the sides of Juliette's head and muttered, "See. Perfect fit."
Maria did a partial Fosbury Flop onto the bed next to Prissy. She didn't rearrange her negligee when the hem settled just under her belly button, exposing her finely groomed snatch. She turned on her side and planted a big kiss on Prissy's mouth and began to fondle Prissy's tits. Prissy rolled toward her and ran a hand down her side, over her ass and between her thighs. Maria spread her legs so that Prissy could slide her fingers into her cunt.
Marcus, Gabriel and Charles stood around the bed, stroking their hard cocks as they watched Juliette suck Victor and Prissy and Maria explore each other. When Prissy and Maria had been locked in a sixty-nine for several minutes after rolling around on the bed to kiss and lick each other all over, Marcus couldn't stand standing by any longer. He climbed on the bed, pulled Maria from on top of Prissy and went down on Prissy himself. Maria helped him raise a leg over Prissy's head, and Prissy wrapped her lips around his shaft.
Gabriel and Charles climbed onto the bed and soon had one cock (Gabe's) in Maria's mouth and the other in her pussy. She moved fluidly with them, expertly meeting unsynchronized thrusts into her high and low. Prissy urged Marcus to roll over and climbed on top of him to ride him cowgirl style, her favorite position. He grabbed her ass with one hand and played with her bouncing tits with the other.
Prissy's bedroom was filled with the sounds of sighs, moans, gasps, giggles. Little cries of joy. The splapping of cocks and balls against upper and lower lips. There was the occasional "oh, fuck, that feels so fucking good." The plea "fuck me, yes, like that, fuck me." And then "I'm coming. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm fucking coming." The air filled with the smell of pussy juice, and then eventually, one by heavy-breathing, muscle-contracting one, four loads of cum.
As the breathing of the seven players gradually returned to normal, Juliette, who had swallowed Victor's wad, said, "Mmmm. Tastes good, like a gardener should." The other six laughed, and Maria said, "This here footman's shoeful of jism was pretty damn savory too."
"That said," Juliette said, "I hate to be much of a burden on anyone, but if one of you studs would come fuck me now I'd sure appreciate the attention on my lovely little twat."
Marcus, ever ready to take the wheel, rose up from where he had been eating and banging Prissy and scurried around the bed to drop to his knees in front of the chair where Juliette sat while she had sucked off Victor. He lifted her legs up and draped them over his shoulders. He kissed and licked her thighs and around her pussy lips. She pressed his face hard against her and he slid his tongue into her cunt. After licking her to an unbelievably quick orgasm, he rose up and drove his dick into her snatch.
Gabriel and Charles kissed Maria and crawled to the other side of the bed where Prissy lay after having been abandoned by Marcus. They kissed her lips, caressed her tits and ass, sucked her nipples and fingered her sopping cunt. She reveled in their touch, their attention to her sensitive nipples and clit. She located their cocks and stroked them feverishly to full erections again.
Victor sauntered over to the bed. He grabbed Maria's legs and swung her around so that they hung off the side of the bed. He leaned over her, the tip of his dick grazing her dripping pussy lips, and sucked on her small, hard nipples. She cooed and held his head to her chest, thrust her pelvis forward so that he easily slid into her slit.
Prissy was accustomed to fucking all four of the men, of course, but each coupling felt somehow unique. With Marcus she had felt benignly dominated by an older, wiser man. A gentle man who valued time with a woman, especially time with his dick inside her. The footmen were younger, more hurried and energetic, but still cognizant of her needs and wanting to satisfy them while focused on the ultimate male high of firing jism into a woman's warm, wet body. Victor treated sex with women as he did tending the gardens: Careful nurturing, gently coaxing blooms of spectacular beauty.
She was twenty-one years old, a three-year veteran of domestic service since graduating high school, and an eight-year veteran of carnal delight. She liked the taste of cum and the feeling of a cock throbbing to climax in her pussy. She enjoyed watching boys and men come on her belly and tits and tolerated the occasional facial if she really liked the guy.
Prissy had worked for Mister and Mistress for two years and never been happier. They were kind and generous employers; no other family in or near the valley paid servants nearly as much. Mistress liked to tell how "Mister knocked me up early and often." They had two daughters in quick succession -- Valerie, now twenty-three and a real estate agent, and Vanessa, now twenty-two and fresh out of college with several prospects for when her celebratory summer off ended. Then a son, Richard, or Rick, now twenty and a rising junior at the university studying economics and political science.
The girls were strikingly beautiful and the boy strikingly handsome. They were highly intelligent, motivated, musically and athletically gifted, witty and genuinely interested in other people, including the household staff. And their favorite recreation was sex. In all ways, then, they were just like their parents.
Prissy and her fellow domestics pumped and ground their way toward more orgasms for minutes on end, the men having gained stamina after shooting first loads. When they did let loose, Gabriel came in Prissy's snatch, Charles in Maria's mouth and Victor in her twat, and Marcus on Juliette's large, round tits as she lay back in the chair.
And that's what the magnificent seven considered merely a routine Wednesday evening.
