0 comments/ 14346 views/ 5 favorites Two Maids and a Man By: Perry_Jones Passing in and out of the house where I had a room, I frequently noticed an attractive young lady with dark hair, who appealed to me very much. At the very first I was so much attracted to her I failed to notice how she ogled me and the peculiar expression in her eyes whenever she looked my way. Then I concluded she was interested. I began to study her. On closer observation I noticed that she was really quite pretty in a way and that she possessed a tempting figure and was of medium height. One evening, as we were both returning to our respective rooms I noticed her attire and discovered that she had the room next to mine looking out onto a narrow balcony. She was attractively dressed in a light summer dress with short sleeves and the neck was cut low enough to reveal a plumpness of her bust. I tarried in the hall to let her precede me up the stairs. Her rather short skirt displayed a pair of neat, trim ankles and a pretty pair of shapely legs fitted in sheer smooth stockings. A pretty, leg always made me long to see more and I usually got a hunch as to whether or not I could feel it. I managed to get a long look as she slowly preceded me up the stairs, which were of two flights. When we reached the top I spoke. "Pardon me and my boldness, but I would really like to know the girl with such a pretty figure. You are most attractive." She gasped and turned a frightened look toward me. I then got a good look at her face by means of the light overhead. I noted a peculiar languorous look in her dark eyes. Her face had all the marks of a nature which was more or less sensual. I detected a look of lecherous longing as her eyes swept over me as if she were sizing me up. I made up my mind right then to get close to this beautiful girl. Her voice trembled and her bosom heaved with apparent emotions as she softly murmured, "I am Miss. Taylor... who are you?" I introduced myself in my usual debonair manner, which seemed to attract her. "May I have the pleasure of calling on you?" "Sometime," she bashfully answered as she passed through her door and closed it. I noticed that she did not lock her door, having probably forgotten in her confusion. I entered my room and for the very first time noticed the very thin partition between it and Miss. Taylor's room. I later heard strange sounds like moans from a woman in distress. Then I distinctly heard a one... sided conversation: she was apparently talking to herself and this is what I heard: "Oh... Oh... if I could only have a lover like that man," she said trembling. "He... he... is so big and handsome." I could hear her voice shake, as if she was under some great strain or emotion. I remembered the sensual expression on her face as the languorous dreamy pathetic eyes swept over me. Surely, I thought, the poor girl is in heat and apparently craves relief. While I was preparing for bed and removing my shoes, my eyes caught sight of a register in the partition, evidently used in the winter to allow a circulation of warm air. Upon examining it, I found that it opened very easily and through the grill frame I had a wide view of Miss.'s room. In my range of vision I saw the bed and an upholstered chair of generous capacity. Opposite this was a bureau with a large tilting mirror. Miss. Taylor was standing before the mirror, slowly removing her blouse and gazing intently with that same languorous look at some pictures on the wall on either side of the mirror. Peering intently I discovered that they were pictures of men, three of a stalwart pugilist in different poses stripped, but with a sash to hide his bulging genitals. Other pictures were of actors presumably movie idols, but the girl's eyes lingered on the nude and muscular figure of the pugilist. I saw her full red lips move as if she were talking to the fighter. Lifting up a pair of pretty white boobies out of her bra, she bounced them up and down then spoke in a low hysterical voice. "Oh, Jack, see my titties... come... to... me... and... fondle them." I was no longer puzzled. The girl was hot and she was calling to Jack, the pugilist, as an imaginary lover. Her thoughts were lustily centered on the fleshy pleasures such a body would impart if she could but hold it in her arms and feel the strong sexual embrace and enjoyment that might result. In her impulsive emotions the girl tore off her bras and then slipped out of her dress and drawers. She stood there revealed in nothing but her stockings and under... vest, which she quickly removed. When I saw what a fine built young girl she was, that settled it. She had to be gratified. I lay on my back so I could better contemplate with ease what might transpire in the girl's room. She was about twenty and I could plainly see her white nude body, rich in lovely contours and graceful curves, together with a very disturbing view of her dark thickly haired pussy and her white cherry tipped boobies. They made me rampant and my tool was standing straight up. I doubtless would have made a rush through the door to the girl if my curiosity had not gotten the better of me. I gasped when I saw her press her hand to her pussy and insert a finger and again gaze at the picture of the pugilist as she vigorously rubbed and worked her finger in and out. Her feelings were getting the better of her and she was so worked up to a pitch of passionate frenzy, a wave of erotic emotion spread a lovely glow over her shapely charms. As if suddenly thinking of something, she unlocked the bureau drawers and extracted a book and a small packet from which she selected several pictures, evidently an obscene book, as I later discovered. Reclining on the edge of the bed, with one leg hanging over the side, she switched on a reading lamp over her head, which gave me a brilliantly lighted view of the girl's tempting and sensual body in a voluptuous pose. The line of my vision took in every detail of a plump and well bushed cunny between a pair of lovely white thighs. The contrast of the dark thick curls made her belly and thighs appear like alabaster. Adjusting her pillow, the girl began reading, holding two of the pictures on the edge of the book, leaving her right hand free. Occasionally, she would gloat on her own charms reflected in the tilting mirror. At the same time she would pinch and titillate the stiff red nipples of her firm round boobies. The swelling, curly mons and pretty round belly began to rise and fall with convulsions and erotic longing as she gloated over the book and pictures. Inflamed to a frenzy the girl's hand slipped down and covered her restless pussy. Then with her middle finger she sought to appease her passions with a rapid nervous thrust and pressure on the burning clitty. Suddenly, apparently she read a passage in her book which inflamed the poor girl, she gasped aloud. I heard a smothered cry... "Oh, how lovely... how I'd... like... to... be... in her place." Then holding the pictures close she gazed with languorous eyes and clasped the whole of the plump cunny in her hand with two fingers in it, squeezing it hard. The heavy breathing and groans told me of her approaching crisis. Dropping the pictures, her head went back to the pillows. Her limbs twitched and quivered. The pretty boobies trembled. Then with a convulsive heave and choking expressions of pleasure, as "... Oh... Oh... how... good," spasm after spasm of voluptuous ecstasy swept over her in a thrilling orgasm. She trembled and shivered terrifically, holding her hand very tightly over her cunny for a short while and then seemed to die away in a languorous doze for a few minutes, when she finally picked up her book and continued to read on again until she was so worked up that she was as frantic for relief as before. All the time she had held her hand on her moist cunny, though without moving it at all. Occasionally, she would pick up the pictures again and look at them and then go back to her book. This she kept up for some little time, for the book was apparently very interesting. Finally, however, she threw down the book and began frigging herself in real earnest. Her magnificent boobies she could just pull up so as to make her lips grasp the nipples and these she sucked hard, at the same time playing her fingers around her cunny. Then she used one hand to inflame her clitoris and with the other hand she inserted a finger deep in her cunny until, judging by her emotions, she was coming. She frantically drove three fingers deep into it and worked them in and out fast until she died away in a glorious orgasm. The sight was too much for me. I was lying on my back and was naked. I had become so inflamed and highly sensitized that the scene was like a match to dry powder. My erect and well primed penis went off and shot stretches of pearly juice high into the air. It was all that I could do to withhold a cry of delight, for the cum and the sensations accompanying it was terrific. My cum fell in little puddles all over my belly as I watched the throes and last tremors of the gratified girl. She got up, put on her nightgown and replacing the book and pictures in the bureau drawer, retired. I quietly closed the register and crawled into bed. In the morning I awoke with my usual morning hard on and lay awake planning how to have Miss. Taylor and to get a glimpse of her book and pictures. I heard her go out at 7:30. Getting up and dressing I took the key to my bureau drawer, feeling sure that it would also fit her drawer. Going to her door I found it unlocked. Entering and closing the door I tried the key. It fit. I found the book that the girl had been reading and the package of pictures. The book was that erotic effusion called The Education of Laura and was intended to inflame passion and instruct girls in sexual pleasures. The photos were faithful pictures of men and women together in all the various positions known of coupling. No wonder I thought that she was a masturbator. But why she resorted to it was a mystery to me, for she was a girl to attract any man sexually. I made my plans to see her that evening, when she would return from work. She returned and dressed for dinner in a most attractive dress and for some unknown reason left off her bra. Apparently, she was prone to making herself attractive to men. On this occasion she wore very little under a thin organdy dress, through which could be seen the distinct outlines of a remarkably well shaped leg and thigh. She also left off her panties. It might have been that she wanted to make a hit with me, but that I didn't know yet. She was standing in the main hall before the open front door when I came out of the dining room. My alert eye caught the alluring view as the light showed through the girl's skirts, outlining the attractive curves and contours. Passing out on the large veranda where there were chairs, all occupied but one, which Miss. Taylor took, I seated myself on a step below and facing her. Glancing up I had a tantalizing view of the bare knees, which were crossed in careless girlish pose. Several times I caught glimpses of a dark brown tuft between the plump white thighs. I was getting too conspicuously uncomfortable and randy... fox comfort. She noticed the restless shifting and gloating eyes as I glanced up. She too, got restless. The fact that I was watching her with lustful longing aroused all the sensual fires in her passionate body. Did I really like her was probably the girl's thoughts as she watched me out of half... closed eyes. Strategy was one of my strong assets. Suddenly, I arose and asked her to take a stroll to get an ice... cream. At first she demurred then bashfully consented. Once out on the street she became a little more sociable. "If you don't mind, Mister Adams, I'd like to have a ginger... ale high... ball," she said as we walked along. "Sure thing, my dear," I answered. "Sodas are not much good when one is as uncomfortable as we are. By the way, what is your first name?" "Miss.," replied the girl. For an hour she conversed and showed absolutely no signs of the seething desires that were teasing her young pussy. Her nature was not revealed. On the way home I took her arm, delicately passing my hand up and down the soft cool flesh. "Miss., dear," I said to her in my tenderest way, "may I sit with you in your room tonight? I have something most important to tell you." The poor girl got so frightened and flushed she almost collapsed, but answered in a low trembling tone. "I... I don't know... would... would it be safe?" "Why, my dear girl, I hope you are not afraid of me and no one would know anything about it in your room." I said reassuringly. She said nothing but I could detect a tumultuous storm in the heaving of her firm round boobies and trembling steps. Reaching the house I begged her to remain on the steps until I got to my room then when hearing her enter her room I would call. She followed the instructions to the letter. I knocked on the door. I then heard a fluttering voice: "C... Come in." When I stood before her in a white silk shirt turned down at the neck and short sleeves and wearing blue flannel trousers that displayed my muscular limbs, Miss gasped and almost fainted, but finally said: "Oh, Mister Adams, I have never allowed a man in my room before. Tell me what you want with a poor working girl like me? You are so big and handsome that you embarrass me." The door was closed and covered with drapery that smothered out all sounds of voices from within. Miss remained standing as I stepped up to her side and anxious of my opportunity to begin, I said, "My dear little girl, what I am going to say is for your own good and safety." She again got frightened, her eyes usually so languorous and wide, her scarlet lips hung apart as she breathlessly waited. "My dear Miss," I said tenderly, "do you know that you are doing yourself an awful injury and injustice every time you indulge your passions as you did last night?" The frightened and surprised girl gasped, "My God!" and then fainted. I caught her in my arms and picking her up, I sat down in a large easy chair and held the unconscious girl on my lap. The feeling of her soft braless body and pressure of the soft round bottom on my penis inflamed me instantly. My tool stiffened and assumed its splendid throbbing proportions. Reaching for a bottle of smelling salts I saw on the bureau, I held it to her nose then rubbed her hands. Pulling up her skirts I slapped and squeezed the plump dimpled knees. My other hand was moulding a lovely tittie. My lips were grazing a velvety cheek. Presently Miss showed signs of reviving. I fondled her bare knees with affectionate caresses and pressures on the nerves that I knew would excite sensations of passion, moving my hand always further up. Her flesh was like the softest velvet. My rampant tool was moving and bounding against her little pussy. Of course, she could feel it through her clothing. Her eyes opened. She drew a long breath and cuddled closer to me then in a frightened voice she asked, "Where am I? What has happened?" "In your lover's arms, who thinks you are the most beautiful and sweetest little peach in the world. Kiss me, Miss." I said. She didn't speak, but I could tell that she was gradually warming up from her restless breathing and squirming bottom, but she did not want me to know it. She was shy and somewhat frightened at the suddenness of the situation. Finally, when she remembered what I had told her of the night before, she straightened out and putting on an air of injury from the liberty and accusation, she simulated resentment, but she knew that she was guilty. "How do you know... how can you... say... such a thing?" How dare you?" I was amused. "Why my dear," I replied, "it was very easy. I was in my room and I overheard your moans and cries. I was alarmed and seeing that register I took a chance of looking through it to ascertain the trouble and what I saw you doing to yourself made me feel terrible to think that a lovely young girl like you would injure yourself in that way. Tell me Miss, why do you do it, when you can have a lover?" Then with a trembling voice and tears in her dark eyes, she related how she had been taught to gratify her passions, that all her life she had been a victim of uncontrollable passions... that because a girlfriend had once let a man have her and she became pregnant and she was always afraid to let a man have her out of fear. "Why, Perry, that same girl always after that gratified herself with her fingers. She was like me, always hot and it was she who taught me to do it to myself, giving me naughty books and pictures she got from a man. Is it any wonder that I do it?" "Not a bit," I answered. "But don't you know that you could have a man without serious results?" "No! How?" cried the girl. I then explained if a girl indulged her passions with a man in the week before her periods or used a strong solution for a douche before and after each time, she would be perfectly safe. The effect of my hand on her knees and my throbbing tool had so inflamed Miss she was in a tumultuous flutter. "OO... oo, Perry," she gasped. "I must tell my friend Trixie." Then winding her arms about me and kissed me with her moist red lips, clinging to me with ardent longing. Suddenly and with impulsive emotions, Miss parted her thighs and whispered, "Fondle me... Perry... I... I'm... I'm so horny." I laid my hand over the curly plump nest. "Oh, Perry... put your finger into it... and make me cum." "Ah, no, my dear," I said. "I'm going to break you of that habit. It's not good nor healthy for you and besides it's not natural. Why can't we have the real pleasures together? It's so much lovelier?" "Oh, Perry, I'd like to, but I'm afraid. I'd surely get caught and I've never done that in my life. I haven't even seen a real live thing, only the pictures that I have." "Well, my dear girl," I said, "First it is not a thing. It is a penis or cock or prick. Do you want to see one and even have it in you and make you feel so good... oh so good, better than you have ever felt when you did it with your finger?" "Oh, heavens, yes. I'm just insane for it, but I'm too scared of it." I had been fondling her smooth round belly and tickling her highly sensitive clitty. I stopped and asked her to let me stand up and show her something that beat a finger or candle all to bits. Curious and eager with passion to see what she had seen in hot lascivious dreams, the girl stood leaning against a long library table as I lowered my trousers and released my prodigious tool. It popped out and stood proudly erect and flaming with fiery vigor. The girl, with eyes aflame with wonder and interest, just stood and gazed. Her face was a study, first blushing a deep scarlet then the moist crimson lips hung loose then distorted with fear. Her face lighted up with a hungry gleam of lustful passion. With a choking gulp Miss managed to speak in a half whisper: "Heavens, Perry, it doesn't look anything like those in my pictures, but it's glorious, a monster. My God! How can a girl take it? I never saw a real live one before." I moved towards the girl and she almost shrank. "Feel it, girlie," I said. "It won't hurt you." Slyly and with girlish modesty, Miss placed her hand on it. Her fingers just barely encircling it. They slipped along until her hand held the turgid purple knob in its palm. She squeezed it then gasped, her panting boobies heaving and rising and falling in a tumult of erotic sensations. Remembering some of the lewd acts shown in the photos and described in her book, Miss became very eager. "May I kiss it, Perry?" she asked. "Why, of course, if you'll let me kiss yours." I replied. "Oh! Where? When? How?" I quickly cleared the table and placed some cushions upon it. Two Maids and a Man "Now I'll show you, for you are a real scout Miss and one of the most lovable and fuckable girls I ever knew." I said, as I picked her up and placed her on the table with her peachy bottom on the edge and directing her to place her feet on the back of a chair I had drawn up behind me. It was my usual preliminary to do this, my favorite position to win a woman over. Throwing her dress back and exposing Miss's delectable charms, I feasted my eyes on one of the prettiest bellies and pussies I had ever seen. Such lovely legs and thighs, such a plump and creamy bottom spread out under the fluffy bunch of dark brown curls through which the pulpy lips of her moist cunny were pouting, opening and closing with hot longing. A bright red clitty protruded from its hiding place, stiff and pert. Altogether, Miss's pussy offered about as tempting a feast as any man would wish to see between a pair of shapely legs. I patted and caressed the round white belly and velvety plump inside of the girl's thighs all the time gloating on the delicious morsel nestled in a thick tuft of silky curls, till I was hungry for it. "Oh, Perry," she said, "will you do what the book calls 'lapping the cunt'?" "Why, of course, Miss and a lot more." I replied as I proceeded to lay back the thick soft lips and open up the red meaty interior disclosing a small puckering orifice with palpitant longing. I placed my mouth to the distended gap and the fragrant mellow lips closed about my mouth. At the first thrust of my tongue Miss almost screamed from the new and novel sensation. The faster my tongue glided in and out, the tighter she clasped my head between her convulsed thighs. All she could utter was a trembling, "Oh, how good 'that' feels. Oh, God, don't stop!" I then began a lively tongue play on the stiff clitoris till the poor girl was almost insane with a desire to cum. "For heaven's sake, bring it." She pleaded pathetically. "Yes, pet, I'll make you get off and cum more than you ever did before. When did you say you were last unwell?" "Ten days ago," replied Miss with quickened delight. "Good," I said, getting to my feet. I had placed the table in front of the mirror and I tilted it to reflect every detail. Taking a soft shapely leg under each arm, I opened Miss's moist and quivering cunny and guiding my restless penis, I rubbed the purple knob all about the gap. "Watch in the glass." I said, as I titillated the sensitive clitoris. The girl was watching every detail, her eyes limpidly languorous, her crimson lips parted in a sensuous smile. When I began to force the head of my ferocious tool into the tight puckering orifice she gave a smothered groan. "You'll never get that big thing into me. It'll kill me." "Yes, dear, it'll kill you with pleasure." I got the head well in and then stopped to play with the creamy boobies and tickle her clitty and wait for her to get accustomed to the stretched feeling. She began to sigh and squirm and then murmured softly, "Oh, Perry, it feels so good! I... I... think that you can go a little farther." She closed her eyes and then gripped the table when I made a lunge that sent my turgid tool into the juicy depths till it bumped against her womb. She gave a smothered scream. "AIIIIIIEEE" Her eyes were swimming and her boobies heaving with a voluptuous sensation. Slowly and sensuously I moved back and forth now. "There, Miss," I said softly, "isn't that nicer than your finger or a candle?" "Oh, God, yes!" she exclaimed. "It's heavenly! Do it faster." I held her belly and with lively hip action, I twisted and screwed the lustful creature. "OOoooo... Oh, it's... lovely... Oh... I'm dying... hold... me... it's... coming... Oh... how... good... now... now... Oh, darling." I distinctly felt her throbbing womb as each spasm of her orgasm shook her inflamed body and made her breathe hard and stammer her expressions of voluptuous sensation. The amorous girl was so inflamed that her unappeased passion made her call out in her agony of erotic emotions. "Don't stop, for God's sake! Don't stop! I'm not half gratified. I never imagined. It... was... half so... lovely to be properly fucked." Suddenly realizing my immense tool was still stiff and in full vigor and believing that I had cum, Miss looked at me with amazement and dreamy eyes and said, "Didn't you come?" "No, my lovely little Miss. I'll not cum until I've made you go off again and say 'no more finger fucks for me'." "I'll never do it that way after this." she replied. "I shall tell my friend all about it. Will you give her a treat like this some time, too?" "Sure," I replied, "if she'd like me well enough to let me." And then I continued to feast my fleshy appetite on the girl's lascivious charms. Miss indulged her own sensual nature and reveled in thoughts of lascivious pleasures in company with me and her friend Tessie. "Oh, she will, Tess will go wild when she meets you and sees your lovely big thing, er cock. " she said. "She is just crazy to have a big strong man. Can't we three make a party some night together?" "Of course, we'll go to a hotel." I answered, pleased. "Oh, Perry, you make me so passionate, I could scream. Do it faster!" I pressed the turgid bursting head against her womb and made it throb and tickle her, sending thrills of lustful emotions over her trembling body. "Oh, Perry! Oh!" she moaned, as I worked my tool in and out with a lustful spiral motion. "How's that, girlie?" I asked. "Oh, it's great... it's... coming... fuck me... fuck me hard... Oh, my God!" And her eyes rolled and sank back into her head, showing only the whites. I groaned. I had held back as long as I could. "Oh, baby," I hollered. "I'm coming, too... suck it... so... so... " I cried, as Miss's nipping cunny closed with convulsive spasms. "Ah... there... there," as I shot a charge of hot baby batter into the girl's belly. She lay still and received the balmy, delirious juice in ecstasy. Before the last sensuous thrill passed, I picked up the half-conscious girl and carried her to the bed with my reeking stiff cock still in her. Taking off my shirt, I managed to divest Miss of her clothes and then we lay for some time in a languid sea of lustful content, till I got eager for another orgasm. Getting on top of her, I placed it back in her with frenzied, frictional thrusts till we both died away again in a voluptuously complete finish. I let the poor girl sleep off the effects of our dream of pleasures such as she had never experienced before as I gazed at her sleeping form when I awoke at daybreak. Two days later I met Miss and she passed the word to me. "Tessie will be here to meet you at eight o'clock in my room. Come at that time and knock." Part Two I made careful preparation for conquest... and a night with my latest finds. First engaging a room at a hotel of unquestioned privacy then completed a toilet that would prove the way to conquest. I wore a Palm Beach suit over a sheer silk shirt with no underwear. I had, without a doubt, an attractive figure and my close fitting trousers displayed my muscular limbs and abnormal sexual development to good advantage. Promptly at eight o'clock I heard Miss in her room and then a cheery voice. "Gee, Miss, I'm just wild to meet your friend. How do I look?" asked Tessie as she threw off her cape. "Say, Tess," said Miss, "he will go wild and eat you alive when he sees your bare back. It's lovely." She had left her entire back exposed to her waist line with but a narrow line over each shoulder, the front being so thin that even the stiff red nipple points of a pair of the prettiest boobies stuck out alluringly. Tessie was taller than Miss, with remarkably pretty arms and legs... not large but tempting in form and shape. She possessed a bottom that was ravishing in contour and agility. She wore nothing else but a lace petticoat and black silk stockings, gartered well above the knees. When I answered the call to enter, the vision that met my gaze startled me. Miss was attired quite as alluringly, but I beheld in Tessie a typical chicken from the bevies of government clerks out for a time. "Miss Tessie Bangs," said Miss, introducing us, "this is Mr. Adams." I bowed low as I took Tessie's hand and kissed it. She shivered for she felt a thrill go through her. "Surely," I said, "this is a refreshing pleasure." Tess was speechless as her eyes swept over my figure and when she could speak. Her voice was low and musical. "I am equally delighted." She said. "I do hope your pleasures will be equal to mine." "Well," I said, "judging from appearances, when I see more of you, I know that my pleasure will know no bounds. You are the peachiest looking and most delectable looking chicken I've met in a year." She resented the term I gave her. Her big blue eyes flashed and with a vivacious but injured dignity she retorted: "I beg your pardon, Mister Adams, I'm no chicken and you needn't think that because Miss Taylor fell for you and you happen to be a handsome brute, I shall fall, too." I saw that she meant every word and that I would be obliged to trim her claws as I had often done before with others. I replied, looking steadily and smiling into her flashing eyes, "You are a chicken and a deucedly tempting bird to broil and with proper seasoning you will make fine eating." Tessie gasped, for she well knew what I meant. "I've never met up with such nerve before." She said. Her practiced eye caught sight of the bulging outlines of my abnormal charm, already showing signs of vigor and life. She jumped back with a twist of her pretty shoulders and shaking her pendulant boobies, "My God, man, but you are immense," still gloating on my tool and balls that showed plainly through my light trousers. "Pshaw, Tess," spoke up Miss, "you ought to see it out and stiff. Take it out, Perry." It was my plan to work Tess up until she was at the point of begging for it, but as she seemed curious and willing, I unbuttoned my trousers, but first I stepped up to her and without warning clasped her lithe and willowy form in my arms and pressed her mons veneris to my rapidly stiffening tool by placing a convulsive hand on her plump bottom. She tried to wriggle loose, but the more she wriggled, the stiffer my penis became till it throbbed against her pussy. The sensation was so exciting to her that she just hung limp in my arms and shivered. I kissed her and then when my mouth closed over her ruby lips, I thrust my tongue into her mouth and squeezed her soft bottom with both of my eager hands. She returned my kisses almost unconsciously as she gazed at me with limpid, languorous eyes. Once or twice she half clung to me and when I began to run my tongue between her lips, it was too much for her. She just hung onto me enough to keep from falling. All of a sudden, tearing her mouth loose, she cried out in a frantic appeal. "Stop, I don't mean to let you get fresh with me!" My hands and touching were doing their work, however. I slipped one hand all over her smooth bare back, tickling her spine at the same time and running my tongue around her neck under her chin and ears. Her eyes flashed, her bottom wriggled... She laughed and then began to scratch. I realized I had an unusually spiteful chicken to deal with. Shaking my trousers loose, my rampant penis came forth in all of its passionate splendor. "Oh, look Tessie." said Miss, laughing. In her excitement and struggle one of her hands came in contact with it. Like oil on troubled waters her flush of injured dignity subsided and she melted in my arms like jelly in a mold and hung limp from surprise and suddenly aroused lecherous emotions. At first she couldn't speak, she seemed so dazed. Then with sudden curiosity, her hand went to the prodigious, throbbing weapon, her long tapering fingers about it. Gasping she drew back to look: "Good God!" she exclaimed. "What is it, a bone or a club?" "The stick that you are going to be broiled on, my dear." I said. "Never, never!" cried the astonished girl, looking at it and squeezing the long hard shaft. "Why, that thing would kill me!" "Aw, go on," laughed Miss. "I'll be," said Tess to her. "You never had that brute of a thing in you. You told me a fib. Why, I never heard of a man having a tool like that." "Ah, Tess, just you wait until it's in you and you'll see all the stars in creation and go off like you never did before and I'll bet that you'll never want anything else. Why Tess, it beats a finger or a candle a thousand ways. To be broiled on that darling cock is a treat you'll never forget." Then turning to me, Miss kissed me and said, "Strip, Perry and show Tessie." "I will if she'll do the same." I replied. Miss led the way and began to undress. She hadn't much on to be taken off. Tessie was now happy and festive, lively as could be. She and Miss were soon stripped to their stockings and I gazed with lustful enthusiasm on two of the most charming and fuckable damsels I ever laid eyes on. Tessie was perfect in symmetry and shapeliness. Tall and graceful, exquisitely rounded with a pair of luscious, slightly drooping boobies, not so large as Miss's, but just as lovely to play with and mold in the hands. She had a prominent, protruding mons veneris covered with a profusion of thick blonde curly hair like silk, through which the pretty deep slit of a plump pussy could be seen. I was now more than rampant to get at it. I was now stripped naked, to my socks. When Tessie's eyes swept over me, she gasped with carnal admiration, her eyes almost popping out of her head as she gloated on my penis, which she expected to be broiled on. "My God, Miss," she exclaimed. "I don't wonder that you fell for him. He is magnificent, but I'll have to see you take that tool before I'll believe you had it in your little cunny." She said, as she again felt of it with trembling hands, trying to pull it away from my belly, where it stood stiff as a bar of iron. It slipped from her hand and sprung back with a thud. Tessie giggled and continued to enjoy the unusually vigorous elasticity of the perky penis. "Let's get busy," I said. "I'm getting too hot for comfort and anxious for a drink. We'll have a round, go out for a highball and then go to a room I've engaged for the night. You two lovely chickens have to be broiled on both sides thoroughly, so let's get busy while the bone is in good form." "I want to see Miss take it first," said Tessie with a mischievous and lustful expression of her naughty handsome bottom. I arranged the table with cushions and directed Miss to lie on it as on the first night when she was initiated. Miss looked most tempting and desirable as she laid with her legs wide open and her peachy, salacious pussy ready for the stick. Two firm milky boobies, with their stiff red nipples pointing straight up and out, invited kisses. "Now, Perry," laughed Tessie, "do exactly what you did to her the other night. I want to see how you got that awful thing into her tight little cunny." I seated myself directly in front of the voluptuous little pussy with Miss resting her pretty fat legs on each shoulder. "My God," exclaimed Tessie, all curious and getting hotter every minute. "I've had some fun in my life, but I was never kissed there." I began my feast with hot kisses on the pretty rounded belly and on the soft white insides of her thighs to arouse keener sensations of desire. I then titillated her with a lively tongue play on her perky red clitoris. Miss began to moan, but when the ardent sweep of my tongue along the pouting slit penetrated the puckering orifice, she trembled and cried out, "Oh... Tess... wait... till he does this to you... Oh, it's so good... Oh." When I thrust my tongue into the salacious meaty depths of her pussy and tickled her vagina, Miss suppressed a scream, shook all over and cried, "Oh, Tessie... suck my titties, quick... I'm... I'm... com... coming." Tessie quickly took a big red nipple in her mouth and tickled the other one with her finger nails. As nothing excites a woman to cum as quick as that. Miss just moaned and heaved and clutched at her friend and cried out, "Oh, Tess! There... there... Oh... how good... OO... oo... Oh!" I received her sweet creamy cum on my tongue and sucked it up as it flowed freely. She being thoroughly lubricated, I got to my feet then taking the bursting red tool in my hand I pulled the foreskin back then worked the swollen, inflamed head all about in the juicy slit while Tessie stood by holding apart the fat lips and watching the well, absorbing a lascivious act of broiling Miss. Her eyes wide, almost popping out, her snowy bosom heaving with excitement and her pussy itching and twitching Tessie saw me plunge my frenzied penis into Miss to the hilt. Miss stuffed her fist into her mouth to smother her cries and screams of lustful pleasure. Her breath exhaled in mock acceptance as I worked my tool back and forth with such sensuous effect and Tessie watching it as it went in and out, she almost screamed herself. "Hurry, Miss, I'm just dying for a piece." Tessie again tickled the quivering red nipples." Miss cried out, "Oh, God! It's coming... what a lovely... fuck." Her voice died away. I pulled my inflamed tool out of her. It was reeking with pearly cum and lifting Miss up I laid her on the bed, telling Tessie to get on the table. I had not cum for I wanted to save it for the excited Tessie. The table was before the mirror and when Tessie discovered that she could watch herself being fucked, she laughed in glee. I stood for a moment to gloat on the exquisite lovely charms of this delectable girl, fondling every part of her. Then taking my place again in the chair between the pretty shapely legs outstretched for the kisses. I gazed lustfully at one of the prettiest and most alluring pussies I ever saw. Profusely covered with silky blond hair, it stood out plump and impudent. Tessie had what might be termed a real hard on, for the outer lips were hard and horny and her clitty stuck out its red nose stiffly. I noted the delectable and sweet scent and savory condition of her private parts. Holding the soft cheeks of her fat bottom apart I gazed fondly at all her beauty when she anxiously wound her fat legs around my neck and exclaimed, "My God, what a lover you are!" I now buried my nose in her slit and worked my tongue deep in, she bit her lips and exclaimed with a deep moan, "Suck me." I then gave her the same tonguing I had just given Miss, but I fairly ate the mellow, meaty interior with lively tongue thrusts. I gathered all the ripe parts of her cunny into my mouth and sucked like mad, with my tongue rubbing her stiffened clitty. Tessie was trembling and quivering all over. "Wow! Oh! Ouch!" she cried. Her cry aroused Miss from her languor and she came smiling to the side of the table. "Oh, Miss," she cried. "HE'S sucking the life out of me... oo... oo... Oh, how I'm cummmmming!" "Isn't it great?" asked Miss, patting Tessie's titties and pinching the little stiff nipples. "Oh, it's heavenly," replied Tessie as she died away in another swoon of voluptuous ecstasy. I jumped up then with a terrible hardon that was actually painful. It was forbidding in appearance. Tessie had never seen nor dreamed of a penis like it before. Handsome it was, to say the least, with its splendid appendages like ripe fruit bursting with a wealth of rich juices. Tessie's eyes, languorous with sensual aftereffects of a copious cum, looked with fear and, trembling as I stood beside her. In a voice trembling with apprehension, she said, "Let... let me feel it, Perry, it's awful." I stepped closer to her, she felt the awful thing from the balls to the tip of the turgid knob as if testing and measuring its size and power. I took it in my hand and moved the knob around her neck, under her chin and ears. Two Maids and a Man "Oh, you beauty," she murmured. "Now I'm ready... Oh Perry, be careful, won't you?" "Yes," I answered. "Then broil me and do it good. I'm hot as a blister." And to Miss she said, "Don't leave me Miss and give me a handkerchief." I took a pretty leg under each arm and Miss stood by to assist. She pulled the inflamed, fat lips apart revealing its red meaty interior and puckering orifice from which oozed traces of her recent cuming. I moved my tool up and down and rubbed the quivering inflamed clitty. "Oh, God! That's exciting," she cried out suddenly. "Put it in quick." I placed the almost bursting knob at the entrance and pushed. She gasped and stuffed the handkerchief into her mouth to smother a cry of pain. With the head just inside, I waited for her to get accustomed to the stretching. The nipping stricture was maddening to me. Tessie relieved her mouth long enough to say, "All of it Perry... I... want it all!" Replacing the wad of handkerchief in her mouth, she grabbed Miss. I braced myself and clutching the girl's squirming hips, I crammed my penis into the tight hot depths till it was completely sheathed. Oh how she did squirm and writhe. I hollered myself with sensuous delight, exclaiming, "Oh,... Tessie... what a perfect cunt you have." Her pain had subsided. She removed the cloth from her mouth, her crimson lips parted in a smile of joy. Her breathing was fast and irregular almost gasping. Miss bit and sucked the stiff red nipples whilst I tickled her navel. "What a pretty belly. What pretty legs. You two girls are the peachiest chickens to fuck that I ever knew." I whispered as I moved my straining spear out and in, producing a fury of erotic thrills to us both. Tessie could not prolong the delightful indulgence long enough. Her orgasm came hard and quick. "AIIIIIEEEEE" AHHHHH Ohhhhh Hummmmph Unnnnnngh" she moaned as she thrust in rhythm with me. I felt the first surge of my own cum beginning. I stopped and worked to get control as she wheezed, "Gee, I wish that it could last all night." Once her tongue was loosened she became obscene as her erotism increased. I was getting a royal feast of voluptuous sensations. Her climax was approaching once again. This one would be her undoing. Tessie's curly blonde head rolled from side to side... she clawed at her stomach and her milky, panting boobies were swaying as they rose and fell faster and faster with her quickened breath. I put my most masterful strokes to the frenzied girl with agonizing thrills. She hollered in smothered gusts, "Oh, God!" I'm coming!" Her arms dropped to her side. "Somebody kiss me! Hold me! I'm dying! Oh... oo... oo!!" Miss giggled. I grabbed the exploding girl in my arms, crushed a soft tittie in each hand and smothered her gasping cries with a tonguing French kiss. She sucked the tongue almost out of me. "There, you hot little cunt, take my sap. It's... good for you." I moaned between breaths as I poured hot streams of my delicious juice into the trembling girl. The jets pierced her like needles and brought a secondary cum in which Tessie's eyes rolled in erotic delirium. I laid her gently back and completed my own double cum in a blinding orgasm which shook me to my toes. "ARRRRGH" "AHHHHHH" "MMMMMM" I groaned. "Heavens," cried Miss, "you've got me so hot I can scarcely wait for another piece." Tessie wiggled off the table and staggered as if drunk to the bed, cum dripping copiously from her battered cunt. She laid in a half faint from the effect of the frenzied orgy on the couch in the other room. I quickly got a bottle of brandy. We all had a stiff drink and prepared to go out. It took Tessie a few minutes to regain her normal demeanor. After Tessie had two stiff drinks she was as lively as a cricket and ready for a frolic. Like a contortionist she writhed and displayed her enticing charms to excite the lewdest passions. Her sensual nature was thoroughly fired after getting a generous taste of my powers and my skillfully manipulated tool. She was wanton to the core. Before I had completed my toilet, Tessie kissed my penis. Being now soft and normal she drew it into her mouth and cuddled it with her tongue. "Gee," she exclaimed, "I'd like to suck you off." We were all hotter than blisters and ready for anything. We left the house unseen and were soon in the room I had engaged for the night. I ordered highballs begot with plenty of ginger. Both girls stripped and jumping onto the table, they did a most exciting and lewd dance. Tessie was more agile than Miss, but Miss's movements were far more suggestive and voluptuous. They had often practiced together when under the influence of lecherous desire to indulge their wanton passion and to induce a cum would press their pussies together and rub and twist with their titties crushed together till a frenzied orgasm would reward their efforts. I watched the lascivious performance till I was so hot my turgid gun was standing cocked and purple and almost ready to go off. I grabbed both girls and fell with them in the bed. I was about to mount Tessie, when she cried out, "Hold on Perry, I'm hot, too hot for an old fashioned fuck. I want a Hoochie Cootchie diddle." "How's that?" I asked. She directed me to lie across two chairs with my head on the bed and my knees hanging over the edge of the farthest chair while, Miss was to straddle my head and press her cunny to my mouth. This was a new trick but I liked the idea and at once arranged for it. I first drew both girls to the edge of the bed, with their plump bottoms on the edge, with their legs wide apart and knees drawn up. The quivering swollen cunnies were then gaping open, the orifice of each pouting for something stiff. I took a highball and holding Margie's little hole well open, I poured into it a goodly portion and then held the lips together so it wouldn't spill to let it soak in and heat up the tight little box. Dropping to my knees I deftly placed my mouth to the lips and sucked out the warmed up liquor. She screamed and wiggled her fat bottom. She was consumed with longing. I gave Tessie the same treatment and when I had sucked out the last drops she writhed and screamed. "My God, that was brutal. I was hot enough without that. Hurry up and get on the chairs and I'll screw the balls off you while you lap Margie." I got awfully randy as Tessie took her position while I lay as she directed with my erect penis standing straight and rigid ready to burst. Tessie cuddled it in her soft boobies and kissed it again with thrusts of her tongue in the little orifice. I felt as if I were going to cum right then, but she was an alert little bitch and stopped titillating me at the very moment when it felt as if another touch would bring me off. Meanwhile, I was sucking avidly on Miss's cunt, which she thrust lustfully up against my lips. I was in a fucker's heaven, being worked over by two of the loveliest little fucktresses I'd ever encountered. Finally, the lapping of my tongue against her clitoris caused Miss to scream with pleasure and clamp her thighs against my head with such force that I was in danger of losing consciousness. At the same moment, Tessie ceased her oral stimulation of my more... than... rampant prick and impaled herself on the joy stick by mounting me as one would a horse. She bounced up and down on it, taking it fully within her cunt and in only a moment or two more, the three of us drowned in a glorious cum. Miss's pearly juices running copiously down over my lips and chin as I sucked avidly, trying to get every drop. At the same moment, my spunk shot deep into Tessie's cunt, mingling with her own cum. Then we all collapsed weakly, unable to move. We finally had strength enough to get on the bed, where we all fell into a deep and dreamless sleep immediately. The next morning, Miss awoke before the rest of us. She began by looking at my prick and then, curiously to lift it, so she could see it from all sides and angles. As she examined it she got more eager for it. I was still asleep as was Tessie. Miss, in her state of erotic feelings, began working her fingers in her moist slit, but was so passionate and eager for another piece, she knew that she had first to get it stiff. Following descriptions she had read, of a way to get a man's penis to stand, Miss hung over me and lifted my seemingly dead penis into her mouth with her tongue after tickling the wrinkled balls. When she got half of the soft mass into her mouth she slipped her tongue around and around the head as she gently chewed the soft root. I stirred, woke up and not thinking which of my partners was at me, clutched Tessie and kissed her, feeling and moulding her titties now firm after a rest. She, too, awoke. "Oh, Perry, do you want me again so soon?" I then perceived that it was Miss who was eating it up. "Look Tess," I said. "Miss wants it. Poor girl, she's hungry." When Tessie saw Miss fairly eating and frantically chewing the mouthful, she rolled the splendid reservoir of sap in her soft hand. "That's right, Miss," she said. "That'll make it come up if you want a piece. I'm ready for one myself." Tess tickled me, sucked my hard nipples and between the two amorous girls, I began to get stiff. My penis got too big for Miss's mouth. Letting it languidly out, she said, "I do want a piece. I'm hot from my toes to my hair." I handled both quivering cunnies, sticking a finger into each. This would always make me hot. My tool swelled and stiffened to grand proportions, till I had one of my characteristic morning hard-ons. "Give it to Miss first," cried Tess. "She found it first." I got on top of the plump, passionate girl and gave her the liveliest, hottest fuck I ever put to a girl, till she groaned and screamed in ecstatic satisfying orgasm. I finished her off and left my rigid tool in her till she swooned off in a sensuous die-away, having restrained my own desire to cum. I preferred my morning feast between Tessie's soft, shapely legs in her tight excitable little box. I wanted to feel Tessie's long lithe limbs wind about me and once more experience the ecstatic cum by her wiggling bottom and toe... curling sucking cunny. "Heavens, you're bigger than ever," she exclaimed. "It's just grand. Oh, Gee, how lovely, umm." She groaned with each straining thrust and throb. Tessie twined her pretty legs around me and thus braced, she not only met my thrusts with effective bucking up motions but could wiggle and twist with a screwing motion that thrilled me with lustful zeal. Her cries and shuddering frame told of the delightful cums she was having. When I could no longer restrain myself to prolong the voluptuous feast I gathered the trembling plump form of Tessie in my arms and gazing down in her rolling eyes, groaned out, "Oh, Tessie... there... it... comes... Oh, God! How exquisite!" Our delicious die-away was ravishing after I shot a long charge of creamy cum into the hungry depths of Tessie's cunny. She quickly jumped off the bed and let the stuff escape in a morning pee. Returning to the bed we all had a nap. At seven o'clock we all arose and went our way. Tessie remarked, "Oh, Perry, I never had such a treat in all my life. Miss picked a star performer when she picked you." The End