Revenge is Sweet Ch. 02

Literotic asexstories – Revenge is Sweet Ch. 02 by LukeCoolhand,LukeCoolhand
After our brisk morning walk around the gardens, we went back to our room. We were certain the chambermaid would be there, and that she would have had the time to pick through the carefully strewn clothing and jewelry we had left lying about. After all, Ems and I rehearsed this often enough.

As expected, the door to our room was closed. Ems grinned at me. We knew it was hotel policy for maids to leave the door open when they cleaned the guest rooms, so it meant either of two things: That the maid had already cleaned up the room, which was highly unlikely, given how quickly we’d returned; or that she had discovered something worth taking a second look at, and didn’t want anyone walking in on her.

Quietly, we opened the door and stepped inside. The living area was empty and clean, and we could hear movement within the bedroom. Ems was the quicker, and she drew the doors open with dramatic flourish. I dallied behind, not wanting to make my presence known to the person in our bedroom.

I heard her exclaim, and Emily, demonstrating her practised cool, saying sharply: “And what do you think you are you doing, young lady?”

“Why, I was just cleaning up in here.” I heard the insolence in the maid’s voice and took that as my cue.

“What is going on in here, Ems?” I said loudly as I strode into our bedroom, not pausing even as I noted the naked back of the girl who was facing away from me. She was looking defiantly at Emily, so she had not noticed my presence until I announced myself.

She gave a start, turned and saw me, and turned pale. She was very fair, and her features were delicate — her eyes large, her nose sharp and turned up at the very tip. As I’d walked in, I noted that her back was smooth and unmarked, which was rather unusual for a young woman employed as a chambermaid. I smiled, knowing we had come upon our intended prey.

“Isn’t that your dress, Ems?” I enquired, maintaining a stern demeanor and tone. “What is this girl doing wearing the dress I bought you yesterday?”

“She was wearing it when I came in, darling,” was Ems’ reply. “I had no idea…”

“Take it off!” I roared, startling the girl once more. “Take it off right now!”

“B… but…” she stammered. “Please, sir, I…”

“I said take it OFF!”

“No! I’m not… wearing…”

“Ems, is this how you repay my kindness… by giving away my gifts to some pitiful servant?” I said sarcastically. Ems grinned at me because the girl’s attention was fully on me, and she could not see what Ems was doing. Which was how Emily managed to take her completely by surprise, pulling the dress off her shoulders so it fell to the floor at the girl’s feet.

It took her a moment to realize what had happened… then the girl screamed in shock. She was completely naked under Ems’ dress, which was a nice surprise. Her breasts weren’t as sumptuous as Ems’, and her figure was more girlish than womanly, but it was sufficiently feminine to evoke a reaction in my pants. Her pubic hair was sparse, and as red as the hair on her head… though not as red as her face was at the sudden revelation of her body.

“You..! How dare…” she sputtered, her hands rising quickly to her chest and pubic area in a vain attempt to preserve her modesty. I leered at her to let her know I’d seen her bodily secrets and didn’t let her finish. Her indignation would give her courage, and we needed to keep her off-balance.

“How dare we? We walk into our room to find the maid wearing a dress I’d bought as as gift to my wife, and you ask how dare we..? I daresay we ought to be asking YOU, how dare you!”

She shushed up right away, her eyes still defiant, but now tinged with wariness. She knew she was standing on very shaky ground right now.

“Ems, we’d better get the manager in here right now,” I said, looking at my partner-in-crime. “Tell him we’ve got a naked little thief in our room.”

“No! No, please,” the girl pleaded. “You can’t…”

“Oh yes we can, young lady!” I said triumphantly. “Ems, if you’ll please…”

“You don’t know who my mother is!” the girl blurted out, her eyes looking wildly about. She couldn’t bring herself to look into my eyes, which suggested she was panicking, thinking of what she could do to get herself out of this predicament. “Mother… she’ll…”

“Tell you what, dearie, I’ll call in the police as well, and we’ll see just what it is your mother will do,” I smirked at her. “I’m sure the police will get here rather quickly, and you won’t have any problem explaining your side to them in your current state.”

“I… you… you bastard!” she exclaimed.

“Now, shall I take it then that you would like to give your statement to the manager and the police officer? I’m sure your mother will be most concerned about how her daughter is in such a state, and under arrest to boot.”

I waved my hand in her general direction, and saw her shoulders droop in defeat. Good. She knew there was no getting out of this. Her hands remained firmly in place, though, and her knuckles were white with strain. Next step.

“OK, Ems, will you call the manager in right now?”

“NO! Please. I mean, he’s a creep and I… I don’t want him to know…”

“You should’ve thought of that before you came in here and put on my dress,” Emily said, as she picked up the handset of the phone. “I wonder what we’ll find in the pockets of your uniform.”

“No. No, please,” she begged, her eyes moistening, her voice turning into a whine. If she was pretending remorse, the girl was a pretty good actress. “Please don’t.”

“Well, something has to be done about this,” I said firmly, remembering what the manager, Mr. S. had had to say about this little scamp. A real handful, he said. She uses her wiles to get her way — flirts when she has to, then making accusations of improper conduct. She was such a poor worker and so quick to help herself with the guests’ belongings that he would have fired her, if not for her mother. No one crossed her for the sake of her mother, and the girl knew it and took full advantage of it. Mr. S. would most certainly have been pleased to find her in this state. “We can’t just let it rest like this.”

“I… ummm… I could make it worth your while,” she suddenly changed her tune, her eyelashes fluttering coquettishly. Or so she hoped. I’d seen enough women to know when it was a put on, and this was definitely a put-on. Besides, her hands remained firmly clasped across her breasts and on her groin, so I knew she wasn’t about to offer her body. She was only playing for time while she thought of a way out.

“And how do you propose to do that?” I said to her, making sure my leer was obvious. “What do you have to offer?”

“I could… I could bring you champagne and stuff for free,” she said, her eyes darting about my face nervously, her hands clutching even more tightly at her body. “If you would kindly let me dress…”

“Do you hear that, Ems? She can bring us stuff FOR FREE!” I guffawed, startling the girl once more. “Wow, what a treat!”

“In case you don’t realize, young lady, that dress you were wearing cost more than you would earn in two years,” I glared at the girl. “What I have is money. I have no need for any “free stuff” from you!”

She shut up and cast her eyes downwards, biting her lower lip. The girl appeared to be struggling with her own thoughts and unable to come up with a response.

I decided to press my advantage, adopting a gentler, but still sarcastic tone: “Generous as that offer may be, I’m afraid I have to decline. I have no need of free stuff. Especially not if it happens to be “free” because it has been retrieved from someone else.”

She looked up at me, shock showing in her face. Perhaps she was surprised we had cottoned on to her dirty little habit?

“I suppose we shall have to revert to our original plan. Ems? If you’d please..?”

“No, wait,” she pleaded, her eyes betraying her desperation. “I can’t… please spare me.”

“My dear young lady,” I put on my best lecturing voice. “It’s obvious to me that this is not the first time you’ve done something like this. It would be very remiss of us to not report you for your crime, because you would only continue with your merry jaunts into this fine hotel’s guestrooms. No, something must definitely be done about this. Ems?”

“NO. Please, sir, allow me to make amends for my error,” she begged once more. “I… I said I would make it worth your while. And I will. If you will ask your lady to leave the room, I will…”

“Ah, my dear, there is one thing you must understand. There are no secrets between my lady and myself. Whatever it is you wish to propose, you will propose in front of her.”

I smiled at her grimace. I wasn’t sure what it was she was planning, but I presumed she intended to keep it private so that it would become a matter of just my word against hers. Keeping Emily in the same room ensured she had to deal with two people, not just one.

“Well? What is it you wish to propose?” I smirked again. We were very much in control of the situation.

“I’m sure you would prefer if we were alone…”

“Not at all. You can be sure I very much prefer that Emily is here to bear witness.”

“But… but I… uh…” she stammered, unsure of what to do next.

“If you have nothing more to say, then I presume we are done speaking and we should proceed with notifying the relevant authorities of your misdeeds. Ems?” I insisted, pushing her to commit to her only remaining route.

“NO. No, please,” she pleaded once more, trying to draw an iota of sympathy from me with her piteous whine. “I… I’ll do this…”

At that, she dropped her hands from her body, exposing her fright-hardened pink nipples and the cute little tuft of flame-colored pubic hair down below. Her hands fluttered like helpless butterflies, but remained at her sides. Her eyes remained fixed on the floor, her breathing harsh and loud in the silence of the room. She was either scared or excited. Or both. The reddish hue on her face deepened as it spread to her shoulders and the tops of her breasts.

“That’s nice, my dear,” I said appreciatively. I meant it too. She did have a nice body, although Emily was by far a better specimen of womanhood. “Very nice indeed.”

She turned in a slow pirouette, keeping her eyes downcast, but giving me a good view of her entire body, front and back. She had a nice ass, round and perky, which bounced as she moved. But then I’d already evinced that fact from the quick look I’d had when I first walked into the room.

When she faced me once more, I noticed that her breasts were rising and falling at a faster rate than before. Interesting. Her very first time naked in front of a man, and she was actually excited. I wondered if her mother had lied about her daughter’s virginal ways, but rejected the notion right away. There was no way Madame L. would have allowed her daughter to set a foot wrong. Not if she wanted to maintain her pristine image in the community. No, any daughter of Madame L.’s would have to be as much a paragon of virtue as she was. Or rather, appeared to be.

I smiled, noticing that her hands were not fluttering anymore. In fact, they were held determinedly at her sides, as if she was proud to show off her maiden wares. Her eyes met mine. She looked defiant once more, almost as if she was challenging me to keep looking at her. I allowed my eyes to drop, linger at her breasts, then slide down lower, towards the barely covered mound with its lovely pink slit.

I kept my eyes trained on her sex, noting her slight trembling, and smiled. “That is certainly a delightful sight, my dear,” I said appreciatively.

My continued observation of her nude body, and particularly, her uncovered slit, seemed to unnerve her. She fidgeted a little, then made her move towards her clothes.

“Now that you’ve seen all, I shall…”

“Not quite,” I replied quite firmly, stopping her in her tracks. “I said it was nice, I didn’t say it was sufficient.”

“Why you…” she started, glaring angrily at me. Clearly, she thought she had made amends. I had to ensure she realized how wrong she was.

“Before you continue, I think you should have a look at Ems over there,” I gesticulated towards Emily. The girl had apparently not noticed the rustle of Em’s dress as it settled on the floor, but she certainly did notice Em’s nude body. Her mouth fell open.

“You may think you’ve given me a once-in-a-lifetime thrill, young lady, but as you can see from Emily over there, I’ve seen better.”

“But I… no one’s ever seen me like that before!” her petulance knew no bounds. “You’ve taken advantage of me, you bastard.”

“Not at all,” I said evenly, smiling as I looked into her eyes to show I meant what I said. “There are two people here who can testify to how you sneaked into our room and tried to make off with my lady’s new dress. And only one who will say otherwise. Now, who do you think the police and manager will believe? My wife and I, or a little chambermaid with sticky fingers?”

“I can… I can say you were both… you took advantage of me!” she was determined not to give in, even as her desperation raised the tone of her voice.

“Yes, well, let’s just call the manager and the police and let them decide. Ems?”

Her head dropped, her eyes cast onto the floor as her bluff was called. She clearly had no cards left to play. And I hadn’t even pulled out my trump card yet.

“As I was saying, you can see that your exposing yourself to me hardly qualifies as ‘making it worth my while’. Not when I’ve got a far better eyeful every night with Emily.”

“But… this is my first…” she stammered, unsure of how she should continue.

“Young lady, it doesn’t matter to me whether you’ve shown yourself to a hundred men, or if you’ve been cloistered away for the last 18 years. You did promise that you would make it worth our while, but thus far, I’ve not seen anything worth my while. Yet.”

I let slip that I knew her age before I could stop myself, but thankfully, she did not seem to notice.

The girl turned to face me again, fiery defiance in her eyes. She did look a lot like her mother did when she was railing against immorality and obscene behavior. “So… what would I have to do, for it to be worth your while?”

“What is your name, girl?” I pretended ignorance.

“I… Phyllis,” she replied, her gaze not leaving my face. I kept my own eyes on hers, making her flinch even more than when she thought I had been perusing her naked body. “What do you wish, sir?”

Emily answered her question from the bed, to which she had moved while the girl turned her attention to me. “We’d like you to make a mess of this bed.”

“What?” she turned around to look at Ems, who was lying with her legs spread on the bed. “What do you..?”

I could observe Phyllis’ expression in the mirror on the wall next to the bed, and almost burst out laughing at the look on her face as her eyes alighted on Ems’ delightfully plump and denuded vulva, now gaping a little and inviting further investigation. Damn it, Ems was always able to get a rise out of me. My cock felt constrained in my pants, and I longed to take it out.

“She said, you should make a mess of the bed,” I said helpfully, suppressing my laughter. She really did look quite comical, with her eyes and mouth wide open like that.

“You mean you want… No. Sir, I am sure you would prefer…”

“I am certain I would prefer if you help my lady out, over there. Yes, I do mean you should put your face down on my Emily’s pussy over there and lick it till it becomes messy.”

Her eyes widened even more. She turned and looked pleadingly at me.

“But I can’t. I’ve never…” she was shaking her head even as I nodded mine.

“There’s always a first time for everything. Besides, how would you know you wouldn’t like it if you haven’t ever done it?”

“But… it’s wrong! I can’t… maybe I can clean your room. Naked,” she said, her words coming out in a rush. She was truly desperate now. “You can both look at me all you want. You can… you can even touch me… all over…” she shivered, and I wasn’t sure if it was from fear or anticipation.

“I repeat — I have that. I look at that every night. And I touch that every day,” I said, gesturing at Ems’ naked form. “I’ll grant that you are different from Ems, but I have no desire to experience anything less than what I already get regularly.”

I felt bad speaking that way, especially in front of Ems, who had assured me she had no issues with being referred to as an object to be used by men… but whose feelings still mattered enough to me to not want to show such disrespect. But it was all part of the game we were playing, and we knew we wouldn’t achieve our objective if I played nice.

“I don’t know… what do I..?” she said hesitantly.

“Simple. Like we said, make a mess of the bed. Start by going over to Ems,” I instructed her, and she looked at me beseechingly once more. I returned her look with a determined stare and she knew she was beaten. She would have no other way to get out of this, other than to comply with our commands.

Silently, she turned to face Ems on the bed. I observed her expression as she walked slowly to the edge of the bed, stopping in front of Emily’s spread legs. Her eyes were fixed on Ems’ exposed privates, her face colored red. She was both embarrassed and excited — I could see from the rise and fall of her breasts that her rate of breathing was speeding up again — and probably embarrassed again by her excitement. Her nipples had shrunk to tiny little pink knots on her chest.

“Now, be a good girl, get down on your hands and knees and start licking,” I said, and Phyllis’ head whipped around.

“What? I… I can’t. I’ve… I think I should…” she protested, turning around and trying to move past me, away from her prescribed punishment.

“Oh no you don’t!” I grabbed her shoulders — but not too hard, so there wouldn’t be any marks on her skin. “You’re staying here like this.”

Speaking over her head, I directed my next comment at Emily. “Ems, it appears that our Phyllis would rather that we report her to the manager and police. If you’ll get dressed while I hold her here so we can tell them how we came upon her in our room…”

“No! Please. I beg you, kind sir. I can’t… I mean, I won’t…”

“Ah, therein lies our little problem, Phyllis,” I said, my hands firm on her shoulders. I made sure there was no other contact between us even though she was close enough for me to touch her naked body. “You won’t. In spite of your promise to make it worth our while, you won’t. You leave us with no choice.”

“But… but I’m… she’s a woman… we can’t…” she protested. She wasn’t really struggling in my grip, partly because I kept my eyes locked on hers, staring down her resistance.

“Oh? Perhaps I ought to explain, my dear Phyllis. On every woman is a little magic switch,” I smiled at her protest. “I’m sure you would have found your own… or at least had some experience of how that switch works.”

She turned a deeper shade of red, and turned her head away, perhaps to hide her embarrassed acknowledgment of my suggestion. I paused, waiting for her to collect her thoughts, and noticed that she was staring at Ems’ puffy lips again, her eyes locked on the mysterious split of her groin.

When she turned to look at me again, her eyes were bright with lust. “How did you know I..? Ummm. Does it show on my… on me?”

“Oh no, not at all, my dear,” I replied. “I just expected that a pretty young woman who is as… matured as you are, would have naturally found out how her body works.”

She said nothing, her attention back on Emily. Or rather, on Emily’s finger, which was sliding into the slippery groove of her cunt. Her finger gleamed wetly as it appeared, then disappeared back into her luscious cleft.

“Oh my…” she breathed, and I caught the note of excitement in the girl’s voice.

“Your job, my dear Phyllis, is to find that little magic switch… what is called the clitoris, for your information… find it and make Emily excited. Make her so excited that she screams and reaches her peak. Orgasm.”

“Orgasm?”

“Yes, orgasm. That’s what it’s called. The point at which all the excitement you feel comes to an absolute peak, and then you’re flung over the precipice and you lose control of yourself. Some say you forget who or where you are for a few moments. Others say it feels like you’re dying up until the point you reach orgasm. It is the most intense sensation you will ever feel in your life… and for some women, it is something they keep wanting to reach, tim and again. Have you ever experienced such a thing?”

“I…ummm… no…” Phyllis appeared to be having a difficult time deciding between listening to me and watching Ems play with her pussy.

“Well, it matters not,” I said, gesticulating at Ems once more. “Young Phyllis, we would like you to lick Ems’ pussy until she reaches orgasm, after which we will forgive your little indiscretion. If you do not wish to continue, we shall let the manager and the police deal with it.”

“Oh. I… Uh… OK…” she sounded a more unsure than her actions suggested. Her resistance overcome, Phyllis quickly clambered onto the bed and knelt down before the altar of Ems’ sex. Slowly, she lowered her head towards the delicious pink slit. Perhaps it was a whiff of Ems’ heady musk that gave her pause, and she raised her head a little.

“I d…” she began, and, tired of her protestations, I grabbed a handful of her auburn tresses and pushed her head down on Ems’ vulva even as Ems raised her own hips to meet the girl’s face. Her protests were drowned in Ems’ groin.

“I’d try really hard to find that little magic button, Phyllis,” I said encouragingly as I held her head down for a few moments. Then I realized there was no longer any need for force. The girl must have realized that since her face was already buried in Ems’ pussy, she might as well get on with it.

Emily, on her part, was doing her best to help Phyllis find her clitoris. After a few seconds of Phyllis bobbing her head about and Ems pushing her groin upwards, Ems announced the discovery of her clitoris with a loud groan.

“You’re not done yet,” I said as I observed Phyllis’ head rising slightly. “She has to reach her orgasm. You’ve only just found it.”

Whether or not Phyllis had intended stopping, I had no way of knowing. Ems later revealed that Phyllis had set about her task with the gusto of a young pup trying to find its mother’s teat, and just like the young pup, she kept on licking and licking at Ems’ sex.

I watched the young redhead servicing my partner for a bit, then I spoke up again when I had properly prepared for the next step in our indoctrination of young Phyllis L.

“I see you like licking Ems’ pussy, Phyllis,” I said as I moved to the edge of the bed just behind her. She really did have a delectable behind, and the way she was positioned, her buttocks were sufficiently spread so I could see her own pussy leaking juices as she licked at Ems’. It was quite a cute vulva, really… with a smattering of red hair scattered around puffy red lips… and a lovely little puckered brown ring just above that.

“It’s good that you like the taste because that’s my semen you’re drinking there as well. What I put in there last night,” I continued.

Phyllis exclaimed and thrust herself backwards as my words penetrated her sex-addled brain. And yelped as she thrust herself onto my erection. I don’t think she had any inkling of what had happened until it was inside her. While she was licking at Em’s cunt, I had removed my pants and placed the tip of my cock right at the entrance to her vagina. Phyllis did not appear to have noticed this even though my engorged organ had grazed against her vulva a few times as I positioned myself behind her. But she did notice when she suddenly impaled herself upon my prong.

I grunted as my prick was suddenly engulfed by hot, wet, clasping flesh. She was tight enough so the entry was rather pleasurable, but it was her yelp of protest that made it more so.

“Awwkkk! Oh god! What’s that?” she yelped as she felt my prong surge into her exposed hole. She was wet enough so the entry was effected with little friction or pain on my part. On her part, I expect it might have hurt because it was her first time. I couldn’t really tell, and I don’t think she could either… Her backward thrust at my last statement was so swift that I felt my prick press against and burst past a little barrier inside her before either of us could react.

“Oh god! What have you put inside me? Oh god,” she moaned as she turned her head to look back at me. “It… it hurts. Oh godddd….”

She realized she couldn’t turn around, stuck as she was on my prong, and then noticed the mirror at the side. “Oh god. What… what’s that?” she moaned as she saw our reflection… particularly, how I seemed to have embedded a part of myself into her body. Perhaps she was still in shock, or maybe she was curious, but instead of removing the intruder in her private parts, she raised her left leg as she stared at the mirror… and saw how my stiff cock snaked into the split of her groin, under the tuft of red pubic hair. She stared at the mirror for a few moments, perhaps while her mind digested the image. Then she lowered her leg and groaned again: “My god. My god. What have you done to me? Oh god. Oh god!”

Surprisingly, in spite of her protests, she appeared to be in no hurry to remove the offending prong in her pussy.

“Me? I have done nothing, my dear,” I said through gritted teeth. Madame L. was right. Phyllis was a virgin. And she was tight around my cock. Tight enough to make me want to come quickly into her. But that wasn’t part of the plan. No, it didn’t matter how much control I had to exercise, coming into her clasping little vagina was not what I wanted to do. “This was all your doing.”

“Oh god… I am… I was… a virgin!” she groaned as she moved forward a little. She appeared to be preparing to take my prick out of her cunt, yet she seemed to not want to do so.

“Yes, you were,” I said. “Consider it a favor, that I have now removed that burden from your shoulders. After all, only virgins are sacrificed, no?”

She said nothing, but her eyes were half-closed and it was hard to tell if she was in lust, or just plotting a way to get back at us.

“Now, you have a job to do. Remember?”

“God. That. Your thing…”

“Cock. Prick. Dong. Prong. Take your pick.”

“Your… cock. It’s too… big!” she said while she moved forward a little more, withdrawing more of my cock from her squelching pussy. I saw and felt copious amounts of Phyllis’ cunt fluids running out of her ravished hole. “Oooooh godddd!”

I said nothing as she drew forward some more, until only my cock head remained embedded in her bulging hole. “Oh… my… godddd!” she groaned. “How did it… my cunny… how can… you destroyed me!”

Emily spoke up: “Yes, well, that’s nice to know, but we’re not done here, are we?” From the breathlessness I heard in her voice, I could tell that Ems was well on her way to her orgasm. But not yet. We were both not done yet. I looked at her, shaking my head slightly, and she grinned in spite of the lust coloring her face.

Phyllis moved forward, to plant her face on Ems’ pussy, but not before cooing as my cock slipped out of her, drawing even more vaginal fluid out of her plundered orifice. “Ooooooh…” she moaned, then she was muffled by Ems’ vulva.

I considered pressing my cock forward, back into her vagina, but held back, waiting to see how she would react to the sudden vacuum of my withdrawal. Phyllis’ buttocks waved about enticingly as she set about her task of pleasuring Emily again. I gazed at her leaking vulva, and the little ring above that, and wondered if I should move on to the next step. But she preempted me. Without warning, she stopped her licking and turned to look at me, arching her back as she did so. The movement angled her vagina upwards, but it did not stop the streams of fluid running down the insides of her thighs. Looking at me with lust-filled eyes, her face streaked with Ems’ fluids, she looked right into my eyes as she drove herself backwards again, this time swallowing my cock up completely in her virgin sheath.

“Ooooooooh godddd,” she moaned as my pubis thumped up against her backside. “That… that’s so… big… and deep!”

I grinned, feeling my cock surge right up to the end of her slippery sheath. It sounded like a protest, but it most certainly wasn’t. Clearly, Phyllis liked the sensation of her inner flesh being stretched and spread by my invading cock.

“I… want to feel it. Inside… me,” she gasped as she pushed back harder, making sure her vagina had claimed every available inch of me. Then, she reached back and pulled at my hips. “Come. Stay… inside!” she commanded, and refused to go back to Ems’ pussy each time she felt my cock slide out of her… even for a fraction of an inch. Phyllis appeared to be enjoying being impaled deep within her vagina. But she was still unknowing of the ways of sex… and I was about to teach her about its pleasures.

I pulled her hands from my hips, drawing a muffled mewl from her as I withdrew my cock slowly from her clutching flesh until the head of my cock was nestled between her fleshy labia… then I drove forward quickly, neither giving her time nor warning to adjust. She gurgled her reaction from the depths of Ems’ vulva, her hands flying outwards as she was driven up hard against Ems. I repeated the actions, making my withdrawals agonzingly slow and my entries searingly quick, and she seemed to enjoy the rhythm I set… so much so that she came very quickly.

I felt her vagina suddenly tighten along the length of my cock, and saw her body stiffen and then quiver uncontrollably for a few seconds while her pussy tried its hardest to milk my prong of its seminal treasure. I held back, from my own explosion. We were not done yet, and I couldn’t allow myself the luxury of ejaculation, even into such a wildly sucking sheath.

It took several seconds for her orgasm to slowly subside into little temblors that grew further and further apart. When she was done, Phyllis sagged against Ems’ left thigh, her mouth open while her tongue lolled against Ems’ cleft.

We let her rest for a few moments. Ems had come down quite a bit from her race towards her own peak, while I was still rock hard… and embedded deep in Phyllis’ still convulsing vagina. When I decided she had recovered sufficiently from her first orgasm, I told Phyllis that she had yet to achieve the goal we had set her.

This time, she did not protest. She gamely set about licking at Ems as enthusiastically as she had before, groaning only slightly when I dragged my still engorged prick from her slippery cunt. Her inner thighs were coated thickly with her lubricant, the streams of wetness staining the white sheets.

Phyllis was getting Ems closer and closer to her climax, and I knew it was the right time to initiate the next step. I reached for the bottle of olive oil on the table behind me and poured it liberally over my prick. Ems’ eyes flew open as the smell of olive oil filled the room, but Phyllis was getting better at her job, and she closed her eyes again, while I moved back into position.

This time, my cock was aimed at the little brown ring above Phyllis’ still weeping vagina.

“Owwwww!” she yelped as I pushed forward, penetrating her backside with one stroke. Her anal ring disappeared into her buttocks with the pressure of my thrust, and Phyllis had little time to react. As my cock head disappeared into her rectum, she yowled with pain.

“Owww! Ow! Owww! Sir! Please! That… that hurts!” she cried as her anus finally found its strength and clamped down on my cock, preventing deeper incursion into her forbidden area. “Please… sir… remove your… cock from my… ass. Sir! I beg you! You can put it back down there… in my cunny. Please! Sir!”

“Very well, my dear,” I said gaily, and moved to pull out my prong from her asshole. She relaxed her muscles so that I would be able to effect my exit, and I took the opportunity to press forward again, spreading and stretching her rectal passage ever deeper.

“Aauuwww!” she groaned as more than two-thirds of my cock claimed her backside. “Ohhh! Please! Sir!”

“Young lady, I do believe you complained when I first entered your cunny,” I grimaced. She was tighter in the back, so much so I could feel her pulse through her rectal walls. “Yet, you seemed to enjoy it when you got used to it. Who is to say you won’t enjoy this now?”

“But I… it’s wrong,” she protested, tears spilling down her cheeks and mixing with Ems’ vaginal fluids. “M… you shouldn’t… do it in my… in my ass.”

“Well, now that I’m inside, the point is moot, is it not?” I said, making as if to withdraw once more. Again, she relaxed, thinking to let me out, and again, I pushed forward more, so that three-quarters of my prick was now buried in her taut, quivering buttocks.

“You… I don’t…” she moaned. “I can’t!”

“If you want it to hurt less, you’d do well to relax your backside,” Ems piped up. She had sat up, her eyes flashing. Was that due to desire or triumph? It didn’t matter. Just like the smell of olive oil no longer seemed to affect her. We had achieved our goal. “Just loosen up back there. And cock your hips like this.”

Ems’ hands went to Phyllis hips, positioning them at the right angle for penetration. The resistance I felt around my cock suddenly melted away, and I gleefully thrust the remaining part of my cock deep into Phyllis’ backside.

“Auwwfff!” she groaned as her rectum was penetrated completely by my engorged cock. “Hhhh… hurts…”

“I said relax, girl,” Ems commanded. “Relax and it won’t hurt.”

“I… hhh… am!” Phyllis responded. “It… hhh… hurts less!”

“Atta girl!” cheered Ems as she lay back on the bed. “Now, you still haven’t completed your task.”

“I… hhh… d… oww!.. don’t… know how… long I can… take this,” Phyllis gasped as she felt my cock twitch deep in her buttocks. “It… ooooh… feels like I… hhh… have to… shit!”

Ems and I laughed. “You won’t, my dear,” said Ems. “Not while you have that big old thing inside your butt.”

Phyllis said nothing, moaning slightly as she moved towards Ems once more, my cock firmly entrenched in her backside. Every movement of my flesh against hers seemed to provoke a reaction, but whether it was pleasure or pain, I was no longer sure… because Phyllis’ rectum seemed to be accommodating my engorged cock very well. So well, in fact, that I was able to start pistoning my cock into her ass with abandon, and she neither seemed to object nor stop her licking of Ems’ pussy.

Now, Ems is a lovely lady, and I love her dearly, but she always did take a while to reach her peak. Because Phyllis kept stopping to object to what I was doing to her body, she had to work harder and longer to get Ems back to the level of excitement she needed to be at, to reach her climax.

I could tell when Ems was getting close to her orgasm, because her skin would turn a pretty pink and her breathing would become harsher and louder. I think Phyllis could tell too, because she seemed to be getting excited along with Ems… I could feel her heartbeat racing along as Ems began to turn pink and shudder. Reaching down, I placed my hands on Phyllis’ breasts and pinched lightly at her hardened nipples, pulling at them slightly as if milking a cow.

That seemed to do it for her, because she started to come too, just as Ems started screaming out her orgasm. I felt Phyllis’ anus clamp down hard on the base of my cock, holding me in place, while her buttocks began to shake. Then her rectum began to convulse, far more strongly than her vagina had. Her pussy had almost managed to milk me of my semen; her rectum was rather more successful. Unable to help myself, I felt the tingling rise from the base of my cock, slowly, then increasing in speed, until my semen burst out of my cock head in uncontrolled spurts.

Phyllis must have felt it too, and it most certainly pleased her immensely, for I felt her rectum begin to suck at my cock even more strongly, where it had seemed to be weakening just before my coming. I didn’t just come into her, I sprayed her backside, filled it with as much semen as I could muster from my balls. As much as my mind was telling me this was a bad idea, I had no way of controlling it once the tingling started… nor did I have any wish to, such was the breadth and depth of lust coloring my mind at the thought of plundering this young girl’s delectable derriere.

Despite our declared wish to remain rational and focused on our goals, I daresay both Ems and I were unable to control ourselves once our orgasms were upon us. I do not know how long my own peak lasted, nor what happened immediately afterward. Suffice to say, I must have “grayed out”… and both Ems and Phyllis too, for we found ourselves still in our respective positions once we returned to our senses.

My cock was still embedded within Phyllis’ anus when I came to and found myself lying on the girl’s bare back. She was, in turn, still lying on Ems’ left thigh, her head turned and eyes open, staring the reflection of the three of us in the mirror. Ems was still lying on her back, her eyes closed, her breasts rising and falling in a regular, familiar rhythm.

No one said anything for a while. We just listened to each other’s breathing in the silent room. Finally, I raised myself wearily off Phyllis’ sweaty back, drawing a soft moan from her as my cock exited her asshole with a wet squelch. She appeared to want to rest a bit more, but, remembering her situation, she finally drew herself upright.

Phyllis looked at me. Her hair was a mess, her face streaked with dried and drying fluid; some of it her spittle but most of it Ems’ pussy fluid. “Sir, do you still wish to report me?” she said as she stood up slowly. It looked like she would have some trouble walking, not least because of the fluids running down the insides of her own legs.

I shook my head. I was still a little breathless from our recent activity.

“I have paid my dues then,” she said as she waddled to her clothes on the floor. “I trust it was worth your while?”

Phyllis was no longer shy about being nude in front of us. In fact, I was almost certain she enjoyed being observed by Ems and myself, because she made no move to cover any part of her body. The little imp turned to look at us and smiled as she bent over her clothes, giving us a good view of her privates. As she did so, I saw a trickle of whitish fluid leak from her anus. It made her giggle, and she reached back to scratch at her asshole without a second thought.

“Yes. Yes it was,” I replied, and Ems nodded appreciatively as well. “There shall be no further recriminations.”

“Well, then… I suppose there’s no longer any need for me to service you,” she said. Her voice was muffled as she slipped her dress over her head, and I couldn’t see her expression, so I didn’t know what her meaning was.

“Phyllis?” Ems piped up. “Can you tell us why you weren’t wearing any underwear while you were cleaning our room?”

She turned around and looked at us squarely. “No, I won’t. That’s MY business.”

Then, before we could say anything else, Phyllis walked as quickly as she could to the door and exited our room.

Ems turned and hit me on the shoulder with her fist. It was more a gesture than it was any intent she had to hurt.

“MATT! What did you DO?”

“I… umm… couldn’t help it,” I replied sheepishly. “She was shimmying and shivering and I lost control.”

“You do know that she could easily go to her mother and claim she was sodomized and raped by you?” Ems was angry, but it was out of concern for me. “Given her track record, that’s a highly likely scenario.”