“I will show you, then,” I said, once again summoning all my powers of self-control. “Marion, do you lie down on the couch, like a goddess who disposes herself to receive adoration from her followers.”
Wonderingly, Marion walked to the couch and sank down on it, not without wincing and uttering a stifled little “Oww!” at which I could not hold back a chuckle, in which Kay contagiously joined with a hearty giggle. But before the mood could be broken, I hurriedly instructed the saucy red-haired baggage “And now, Kay, lie down over your mistress in reverse, so that your face is over her lovely warm cunt, whilst yours is tendered to her warm sweet mouth. And thus you will give each other the true kiss of peace!”
“Ohh, Jack-that-that’s terribly naughty,” Marion gasped, turning scarlet to her ears, and starting to rise.
“It will be naughtier still, I fear, if you do not comply with my request, for then I shall spread-eagle you on the couch and let Kay use a feather as well as her lips and tongue on you, with the order to bring you almost to the threshold of pleasure but not to let you enter its domain,” I threatened.
Blushingly Kay now took her position over her mistress in the figure of
“Ooooh, Kay, ohh, what are you doing-ooooh!” Marion squealed, and I whispered to her, “Pay her back in kind, the wicked minx, and make her wail for mercy.”
Which she at once proceeded to do. And there I stood, entranced, as these two naked beauties gamahuched each other, moaning and sighing like two nymphs of the court of sweet Bilitis herself.
But when I perceived that Kay’s hips and loins had begun to wriggle and lunge, and when I heard her inarticulate sighs and groans and knew her to be further along the pathway to paradise, I flung off my dressing gown and, seizing her by the waist, lifted her off Marion’s wriggling naked body and, pressing her down on her back on the rug, inserted my near-bursting cock into her moist slit and with a single mighty lunge thrust myself home to the hilt.
Kay uttered a strident cry, flung her arms round my shoulders and, nimbly wrapping her stockinged legs over my sinewy and jerking behind, arched up to meet me in the frenetic gymnastics by which we both attained our approaching climax-she, because chastising Marion and then being gamahuched by her erstwhile love-victim had titillated her to unleashed passion, I because my voyeuristic pleasures had proved as violently aphrodisiacal as fucking itself!
Happily, as I had poured forth such a deluge of essence in Kay’s cunt immediately after her fustigation, I discovered that my cock retained its rigidity even after it had ebbed forth a token residue to acclaim the heated reception the red-haired maid’s quaking love-canal had bestowed upon it. I therefore drew out and made directly for the couch, where Marion lay unrequited, moaning feverishly, one slim hand now slyly frigging herself as she posed with heels planted on the couch, knees up and yawningly straddled. And I chided her teasingly. “I will give that little hand something better to play with. Reach out and guide it!”
Whereupon, opening her humid eyes, and uttering a joyous gasp of “Ohh, yes, Jack dearest, oh, that’ll be ever so much better,” Marion grasped my ramrod and drew it to her twitching moist pink crevice. And once again with a single mighty lunge, I impaled her to my very balls. Then I began to fuck her with long hard digs, while she clutched me with arms and stockinged legs, moaning and kissing me feverishly, till she gave down her furious tribute.
Gallantly I then retired, to let the ladies enjoy the privacy of the bidet and W.C. at the back of the Snuggery whilst I repaired to my own private place to make my ablutions and to put on a new dressing gown. When I returned, to my secret amusement, I found Marion and Kay seated side by side on the couch, still naked save for their hose, cuddling and whispering to each other like old friends.
And when at last they dressed and took their leave of me, Marion kissed me, saying, “How lovely this has been, dear Jack, and how grateful Kay and I must be to you for bringing us together.”
“Then I’m forgiven and there’s no longer war between us, Marion?” I laughed.
She shook her head, blushed, and squeezed Kay’s hand.
“Bravo, my dear! I And may I dare to hope that you will favor me with a visit in future-and bring your lovely maid, perhaps, too?” I hazarded.
“Oh, yes, yes, do please, Miss Marion, ma’am,” Kay exclaimed and then turned away her blushing face.
“Why you forward minx,” Marion laughed good-naturedly, “that will depend on your good conduct henceforth.” Then, to me, she murmured, with a bewitched
“And so I do. When she returns next week, I mean to propose the honorable estate of marriage to her, if she’ll have me.”
“Oh, she will, if she knows what’s good for her, the minx,” Marion rather sulkily murmured. And then, flirtatiously, in a husky, intimate tone that made me quiver with anticipation of the future, “But if she doesn’t, then perhaps I will, sir.”
And on this fortuitous note, we parted, enemies no more, but the most intimate of friends, if that sweet amity which exists between man and maid may be called by so pallid a term.
Yes, at last I had had my revenge on haughty Marion. And I had discovered beneath her arrogant veneer the temperament of the most ardent of mistresses. How I wooed her sister and came to the ceremonial for formal nuptials which I am frank to admit, I had not previously contemplated, is another story-as is that of the realization of my dream of a “harem” which would not only include the quartet of two sisters and their amorous maids but also the beauteous young widow Connie Blunt and other as yet unknown warm-blooded damsels. And perhaps, dear reader, one day I shall record it with the heartfelt wish that it will let you glean a small part of the enjoyment, nay, the ecstasy, that was mine!
