Anonymous - The Way Of A Man With A Maid

‘No, no, Mr Jack!’ she screamed in dismay as she felt my fingers unfastening her upper garments and unhooking her skirt-but I steadily went on with my task of undressing her, and soon had her standing in her stays with bare arms and legs-a lovely, tall, slender half-undressed figure, her bosom heaving and palpitating, the low-cut bodice allowing the upper half of her breasts to become visible. Her flushed face indicated intense shame at this indecent exposure of herself, and her eyes strained appealingly towards Alice as if to assure herself of her sympathy.

‘Now I will give you a few minutes to collect yourself while I attend to Alice!’ I said as I went across to the latter, whose eyes were stealthily devouring Mrs Blunt’s provoking dishabille. ‘Now, for you, dear!’ I said, as I quietly set to work to undress her.

She (very wisely) was adopting the policy of dogged defiance, and maintained a sullen silence as one by one her clothes were taken off her till she also stood bare-armed and bare-legged in her stays. But instead of pausing I went on and removed her corset, unfastened the shoulder straps of her chemise and vest, and pushed them down to her feet, leaving her standing with only her drawers on, a sweet, blushing, dainty, nearly naked girl, on whose shrinking trembling figure Mrs Blunt’s eyes seemed to be riveted with what certainly looked like involuntary admiration!

But I myself was getting excited and inflamed by the sight of so much unclothed and lovely girl-flesh, so eagerly returning to Mrs Blunt, I set to work to remove the little clothing that was left on her. ‘No, no, Mr Jack!’ she cried piteously as I took off her stays, ‘Oh!’ she screamed in her distress when she felt her chemise and vest slip down to her feet, exposing her in her drawers only, which solitary garment she evidently concluded, from the sight of Alice, would be left on her. But when after a few admiring glances I went behind her and began to undo the waistband and she realised that she was to be exposed naked, Mrs Blunt went into a paroxysm of impassioned cries and pitiful pleadings; in her desperation she threw the whole of her weight on her slender wrists and wildly twisted her legs together in the hope of preventing me from pulling her drawers off. But they only required a few sharp tugs and down to her ankles they came! A bitter cry broke from her, her head with its wealth of now disordered golden hair fell forward on her bosom in her agony of shame-Connie Blunt was stark naked!

I stepped back a couple of paces, then exultingly gazed on the vision that met my eyes. Close in front of me was revealed the back of Mrs Blunt’s tall, slender, naked figure, uninterrupted from her heels to her updrawn hands, her enforced attitude displaying to perfection the voluptuous curves of her hips, her luscious haunches, her gloriously rounded bottom, her shapely legs. Facing her stood Alice, naked save for her drawers-her face suffused with blushes at the sight of Connie’s nakedness, her bosom heaving with excitement not unmixed with delight at witnessing the nudity of her friend and trepidation at the approaching similar exposure of herself. I saw from the stealthy gloating glances she shot at Connie that she was longing to have a good look at her but dared not do so, lest her eyes should betray her delight-so I decided to give her the opportunity. I went over to her, slipped behind her, passed my arms round her and drew her against me-and holding her thus in my embrace, I gazed at the marvellous sight Connie Blunt was affording to us as she stood naked.

She was simply exquisite with her dazzling pearly skin, her lovely shape, her delicious little breasts standing saucily out with their coral nipples as they quivered and palpitated on her heaving bosom, her voluptuous hips and round smooth belly, her pretty legs; her drooping head exhibited her glorious golden hair, while, as if to balance it, a close clustering mass of silky curly golden-brown hairs grew thickly over the region of her cunt, hiding it completely from my eager eyes!

In silent admiration I gloated over the wonderful sight of Connie Blunt naked, till a movement of Alice recalled me to her interests. She was keeping her face steadily averted from Connie, her eyes on the floor, as if unwilling to distress her friend by looking at her in her terrible nudity.

‘Well, how do you like Connie now?’ I asked loud enough for Mrs Blunt to hear. She shivered. Alice remained silent.

‘Aren’t you going to look at her?’ Alice still remained silent.

‘Come, Alice, you must have a good look at her. I want to discuss her with you, to have your opinion as a girl on certain points. Come, look!’ And I gently stroked her naked belly.

‘Oh! don’t Jack!’ she cried, affecting a distress she was not feeling. Connie glanced hastily at us to see what I was doing to Alice, and blushed deeply as she noted my wandering hands, which now were creeping up to Alice’s breasts.

I seized them and began to squeeze them. ‘Don’t, Jack!’ again she cried.

‘Then obey me and look at Connie!’ I said sternly.

Slowly Alice raised her head, as if most reluctantly, and looked at Connie, who coloured hotly as her eyes met Alice’s. ‘Forgive me, darling!’ cried Alice tearfully, ‘I can’t help doing it!’ But her throbbing breasts and excitedly agitated bottom told me how the little hypocrite was enjoying the sight of Connie’s nakedness!

‘Now, no nonsense, Alice!’ I said sternly-and I gave her breasts a twist that made her squeal in earnest and immediately rivet her eyes on her friend lest she should get another twist. And so, for a few minutes, we silently contemplated Mrs Blunt’s shrinking form, our eager eyes greedily devouring the lovely naked charms that she was so unwillingly exhibiting to us.

Presently I said to Alice (whose breasts were still captives in my hands): ‘Now, the plain truth, please-speaking as a girl, what bit of Mrs Blunt do you consider her finest point?’

Alice blushed uncomfortably, pretended to hesitate, then said shamefacedly: ‘Her… her… private parts!’

Connie flushed furiously and pressed her thighs closely together as if to shield her cunt from the eager eyes which she knew were intently looking at it! I laughed amusedly at Alice’s demure phraseology and said: ‘I think so too!-but that’s not what you girls call it when you talk together. Tell me the name you use, your pet name for it!’

Alice was silent. I think she was really unwilling to say the word before Mrs Blunt, but I mischievously proceeded to get it out of her. So I gave her tender breasts a squeeze that made her cry out, ‘Oh!’ and said, ‘Come Alice, out with it!’

Still she remained silent. I let go of one of her breasts and began to pinch her fat bottom, making her wriggle and squeal in grim reality-but she would not speak.

Seeing that Mrs Blunt was watching us closely, I moved my hand away from Alice’s bottom and made as if I was going to pass it through the slit in her drawers.

‘Won’t you tell me?’ I said, moving my hand ominously.

‘Cunny!’ shrieked Alice, flushing vividly.

‘Cunny!’ echoed Mrs Blunt in hot confusion.

‘You obstinate little thing!’ I said to Alice with a laugh that showed her that I was only playing with her. ‘Cunny!’ I repeated significantly. ‘Well, Alice, let Mrs Blunt and me see your “cunny”!’-and as I spoke I slipped the knot of her drawers, and down they tumbled to her ankles before she could check them with her knees, exposing by their disappearance the lovely cunt I knew so well and loved so dearly, framed, so to speak, by her plump rounded thighs and her sweet belly.

I sank on my knees by Alice’s side, then eagerly and delightedly inspected her delicious cleft, the pouting lips of which, half hidden in their mossy covering, betrayed her erotic excitement. She endured with simulated confusion and crimson cheeks my close examination of her private parts, to use her own demure phrase! At last I exclaimed rapturously: ‘Oh! Alice, it is sweet!’ then as if overjoyed, I gripped her by her bottom and thighs and pressing my lips on her cunt, I kissed it passionately!