Shaking her head slowly, she said, “Why should it shock me? All men-at least I have been given to understand that all men-like to kiss their mistresses… that way."
"Does your lover?” I asked, increasing the movement of my fingers on the girl's bottom.
"I have never had a lover,” came the ready answer.
"You mean,” I said, somewhat startled, “that you have never allowed a man to diddle you?"
Gene shook her head. “Never,” came the quiet answer.
"Do you mean to tell me,” I said, becoming interested now, “that during all the time you were being called upon to assist your former mistress, her lover didn't try it upon you?"
"Oh, yes, indeed,” came the quick answer. “He offered me fifty marks if I would allow him to do it to me just once, but my mistress discovered it and they had a terrible scene, and she threatened to have nothing further to do with him."
"But,” I insisted, “you were willing, were you not?"
She smiled and nodded, then: “My mistress seemed to get a lot of pleasure out of it, and…"
"How do you know that?” I interrupted.
"Well,” she went on, “I hope you won't misunderstand, but-well, I heard her groaning one night and thinking she was hurt, I went into a closet adjoining her room, only to find that he was with her-and he wasn't hurting her."
"And what were they doing?” I asked, slipping one hand beneath her short dress and patting a smooth thigh.
"He was doing it to her. They were on her bed, and-and they were all undressed and he was on top of her."
"And?” I encouraged, warming to the subject.
"Well, after that I used to watch them every night. Oh, madam!” she went on, seemingly startled at her own confession, “please do not hold it against me, but, well, I just couldn't help watching them!"
"I know you couldn't,” I answered, patting the warm flesh of her bottom, “and I know just how you felt, too. I once watched two lovers and, when I did, the most wonderful sensations swept over me, so I know just what happened to you then, too!"
"What?” came the ready question.
"You wanted a taste of his rammer, didn't you?"
She blushed and nodded.
"I'm glad you admit it, dear,” I said. “Every girl wants a man to slip his cock into her pussy, and you and I are no different than the others; the only difference being that I allow mine to fuck me, and you have yet to do so. But don't worry, dear, you won't have to peep at Paul and me. There is no door on my room, and just to prove that there are no secrets here, I am going to have you serve us breakfast in bed just as soon as he returns. Will that shock you very much, dear?"
She shook her head. “I'd love it!” she said, eagerly.
Gene didn't know it, but her ready answer gave me another thought! It was weird, I'll admit, but my lascivious nature drove me on and on to greater heights! If Gene was so eager to see a man and woman in each other's arms, then I would not only make it possible for her to witness a real love battle, but I would solicit her assistance as well! I would have her in our bed with us!
Wild with desire now as a result of my wicked thoughts, and wishing to bring her under my own powers, I said, “Now that we understand each other, dear, tell me the truth: Didn't your toying with your mistress's pussy give her considerable pleasure? And didn't she cause you to continue until she came?"
Gene blushed deeply, but she nodded her head.
"And isn't it true that you liked to make her go off that way?"
Again she nodded.
"And if I were to tell you that I felt dreadfully naughty and wanted to go off, would you consent to assist me, too?"
Once more she nodded, this time quite eagerly, I thought.
"And if I allow you to do it for me, will you promise never to tell?"
She nodded again, and I went on: “Then go to your room, dear, and take off all your clothes-then hurry back!"
I thought this suggestion startled her, but she did my bidding, returning a few moments later as naked as the moon! I, too, was naked, and I'll never forget the expression which passed over her face as her eyes swept over my nude form! And you may rest assured, my friend, that I, too, feasted my eyes on her unusual nudity! She was positively beautiful, but what drew my attention most was the tiny patch of golden-blond hair above her cute little cunt! Throwing myself down upon the divan so that my bottom was at the edge, I spread wide my legs, my left foot touching the floor. I waited, my right arm drawn up close to my bottom!
She seemed to know what was needed then, for she quickly knelt between my thighs where, in awed wonder, she stared at my wide-open slit! “Isn't it pretty, Gene?” I asked, giving a slight upward thrust of my loins, a motion she could hardly mistake.
She settled down, that she might better gaze at it. “It's beautiful!” she whispered, and then, as though unable to resist it any longer, she leaned close, pressing her lips to it in a long, clinging kiss! Her closed lips skated over the warm, slick flesh of my cunt until, timidly, her tongue peeped out between those pretty, full lips. She rimmed my now-gaping hole with more confidence now, licking and sucking until she had me writhing in ecstasy. Expertly judging that I was close to the brink, the little maid plunged her stiff tongue into my channel as far as she could, while with one slim finger she rubbed my erect clitoris. I had a shattering orgasm and slumped back onto the couch.
And that, my friend, was the beginning of a most delightful courtship between little Gene and myself. Is it necessary to tell you that I, too, tasted the delights of her thatch? Well, you are quite right in assuming it.
That night I invited Gene into my bed, and here we abandoned ourselves like only two tribades can. She was marvelous! That day and that night we indulged our passions to the fullest, and I'll never forget how she thrilled at the thought of waiting upon Paul and me, and how she blushed when I threatened to tell him of the delightful things we had done together. There was nothing the little maid wouldn't do, I believe.
When Paul returned and I told him what a wonderful maid he had brought me, he too was glad. “Perhaps,” he said, hugging me close to his chest, “you will find her even a better maid than you first thought."
"Is that why you suggested this particular one?” I asked, returning his kisses and showing in every way that I liked the idea.
"Well,” he said, “it's quite the fad to have a ‘talented’ maid these days. Besides, there might be times when I can't be with you."
The morning following his arrival home, I suggested that Gene serve us our breakfast in bed. Paul favored the idea, and I was somewhat surprised to note the girl's willingness to assist us, even going so far as to slip out of her clothes. Nor did we make any effort to hide our own nakedness. Indeed, I thought Paul took an unholy delight in showing her his erect cock-its erectness due, undoubtedly, to the lovely blonde's nudity.
All that day, Paul and I wore but dressing gowns, insisting upon Gene remaining in complete nakedness as well; a little task, by the way, to which she took kindly, if not readily.
"You old darling,” I said that night as we lay upon the bed and I toyed with his erect cock. “I believe you have designs on my little Gene!"
"I'll admit it, dear. And why shouldn't I have her, too?” he asked. “You've had her a score of times,” he continued.
Somehow the idea of Paul having her did not upset me-in fact, I rather liked the idea.
"Would you really like to have her?” I asked kissing him.
"If I thought I wouldn't lose you; if I thought you wouldn't be angry,” he said, kissing me.
"Of course I wouldn't be angry. Nor would you lose me,” I said. “Only yesterday the little imp told me she was wild to be fucked, so you might as well do it here in my bed with my blessings. It would be but a matter of days before she enticed you into her arms!"