Conclusion (final)
Willem's heart flipped over. Now what! Well, he was sure it would be interesting, probably humiliating and undoubtedly exciting.
Martha rushed into her request. "The bloody maid hasn't turned up! I got her from an agency and can't get another tonight. I need help from Mina. I'll make it worth her while. There's a lot of fun to be had, and we were just about to start the party games. You'll love it, I promise."
Willem was burning with curiosity, but, as usual, Martha had him worried. He was going to agree, but Martha was now running a hand over the front of his trousers, her idea of encouragement. It worked, of course, and Willem let himself be led off to Martha's house.
They entered by the front door. The noise level suggested everyone was in the lounge at the rear, and Martha led Willem up the stairs to her bedroom. Lying on the bed was a was a skimpy black French maid's uniform with very frilly white petticoats and panties, black stockings and suspenders. " We were about to play Stick Something in the Dyke, and one of the girls, Jane, has drawn tongue.
"When we go down, Jane will be blindfolded, so you'll be a big surprise for her." Martha muttered something about a double surprise. Before Willem could ask what she meant, she was indicating that he should strip off and get into the maid's uniform.
Martha dressed Willem and he became Mina once again. First were the lacy suspenders, stockings, and then the panties, which Willem found delightful to touch. Mina was getting excited, but Martha discouraged this with a sharp backhand across his erect penis. "Control yourself, girl!" snapped Martha, "you'll need your strength soon." Mina winced and got her petticoat and dress on.
"Come on," said Martha as she led the way down the stairs. She called ahead to announce their imminent arrival. In the lounge were six women, all in their lingerie. Not all generic women, because Mina saw that Simone, Martha's cross-dressing brother was one of them. Simone was a redhead this evening. She wore a dark blue bra with gold lace trim and a matching half-slip. Sat next to Simone was a lady in a frilly pink petticoat with black stockings; her breasts were fully exposed. Her hand was up Simone's slip. Two more women were on the sofa in half-slips and camisoles, one red and one yellow. They were very engaged with each other's breasts.
The other two women were an interesting sight. The first was standing in her bra and panties with fully fashioned stockings attached to her suspender belt. Her hands were resting on the shoulders of the room's final occupant. She was kneeling with her back to her companion. Her head was covered with a pink satin hood, which may have actually have been a pair of French knickers. Her pendulous breasts were hanging unsupported, and she was wearing a short white net petticoat over what appeared to be sheer black tights with no panties. This had to be Jane, the initiate to Martha's clan. Mina thought that she looked disturbingly familiar. A thought quickly dismissed as too fantastic.
Martha now removed her own dress to reveal a purple basque with a light blue lace frill around the bottom and a complete lack of panties.
Martha manoeuvred Mina in front of the kneeling Jane. Standing on Mina's right, Martha took hold of the masked woman's left hand and held it against her vagina. She solemnly announced, "Now is the time to complete your initiation into our sisterhood. Now is the time to stick your tongue in the dyke. Tongue the maid's cunt."
With that, Martha lifted the panty hood just enough to expose Jane's mouth. As she did, someone quickly pulled Mina's panties down to her knees. Martha was guiding the woman's head forward. The woman's tongue was licking across her lips, and Simone's shoulder pushed Mina forward. The woman stretched her tongue out and touched the tip of Mina's very masculine clit. She tried to pull back, but Martha firmly pushed her head forward. She closed her mouth, and Mina's clit pushed into her lips. Martha was dripping with excitement. The woman relaxed her lips, and Mina's penis slipped into her mouth. The woman's tongue began to explore the end of Mina's prick and to suck on the end. Her hesitation quickly evaporated, and she began to suck with enthusiasm.
The fingers of Martha's left hand plunged into her own cunt. She took half a pace forward and pulled the panties off the woman's head. This wanton slut Jane was his Jane, Willem's wife, Jane! Prim and proper Jane who had given up on sex years before. Willem was surprised beyond belief. He had suspected that Jane might be playing Martha's games, but he had thought her to be in another county tonight and had never imagined her indulging in fellatio. But Willem was too far gone in ecstasy to think too much of anything besides the welling juice in his balls. Jane was perplexed. Her mind was clouded by overwhelming sexual excitement, and from her position, on her knees and so close to Willem that she was not entirely sure of who she was looking at.
The others in the room were entranced by the sexual electricity between Jane and her cross-dressed husband, Willem/Mina. They had lost interest in caressing each other and were masturbating furiously as Mina exploded into Jane's mouth. Simone came at that exact moment and shot a stream of spunk across the room. Martha collapsed to her knees and took Mina's dripping cock as Jane fell back. She took a long lick along Mina's cock and said, "Now you two are playing again; you won't forget your friends, will you?"
"No chance of that," said Jane as she shuffled forward and embraced both Mina and Martha. Jane continued in a credible Bogart impression, "This could be the start of a beautiful friendship."
Martha rushed into her request. "The bloody maid hasn't turned up! I got her from an agency and can't get another tonight. I need help from Mina. I'll make it worth her while. There's a lot of fun to be had, and we were just about to start the party games. You'll love it, I promise."
Willem was burning with curiosity, but, as usual, Martha had him worried. He was going to agree, but Martha was now running a hand over the front of his trousers, her idea of encouragement. It worked, of course, and Willem let himself be led off to Martha's house.
They entered by the front door. The noise level suggested everyone was in the lounge at the rear, and Martha led Willem up the stairs to her bedroom. Lying on the bed was a was a skimpy black French maid's uniform with very frilly white petticoats and panties, black stockings and suspenders. " We were about to play Stick Something in the Dyke, and one of the girls, Jane, has drawn tongue.
"When we go down, Jane will be blindfolded, so you'll be a big surprise for her." Martha muttered something about a double surprise. Before Willem could ask what she meant, she was indicating that he should strip off and get into the maid's uniform.
Martha dressed Willem and he became Mina once again. First were the lacy suspenders, stockings, and then the panties, which Willem found delightful to touch. Mina was getting excited, but Martha discouraged this with a sharp backhand across his erect penis. "Control yourself, girl!" snapped Martha, "you'll need your strength soon." Mina winced and got her petticoat and dress on.
"Come on," said Martha as she led the way down the stairs. She called ahead to announce their imminent arrival. In the lounge were six women, all in their lingerie. Not all generic women, because Mina saw that Simone, Martha's cross-dressing brother was one of them. Simone was a redhead this evening. She wore a dark blue bra with gold lace trim and a matching half-slip. Sat next to Simone was a lady in a frilly pink petticoat with black stockings; her breasts were fully exposed. Her hand was up Simone's slip. Two more women were on the sofa in half-slips and camisoles, one red and one yellow. They were very engaged with each other's breasts.
The other two women were an interesting sight. The first was standing in her bra and panties with fully fashioned stockings attached to her suspender belt. Her hands were resting on the shoulders of the room's final occupant. She was kneeling with her back to her companion. Her head was covered with a pink satin hood, which may have actually have been a pair of French knickers. Her pendulous breasts were hanging unsupported, and she was wearing a short white net petticoat over what appeared to be sheer black tights with no panties. This had to be Jane, the initiate to Martha's clan. Mina thought that she looked disturbingly familiar. A thought quickly dismissed as too fantastic.
Martha now removed her own dress to reveal a purple basque with a light blue lace frill around the bottom and a complete lack of panties.
Martha manoeuvred Mina in front of the kneeling Jane. Standing on Mina's right, Martha took hold of the masked woman's left hand and held it against her vagina. She solemnly announced, "Now is the time to complete your initiation into our sisterhood. Now is the time to stick your tongue in the dyke. Tongue the maid's cunt."
With that, Martha lifted the panty hood just enough to expose Jane's mouth. As she did, someone quickly pulled Mina's panties down to her knees. Martha was guiding the woman's head forward. The woman's tongue was licking across her lips, and Simone's shoulder pushed Mina forward. The woman stretched her tongue out and touched the tip of Mina's very masculine clit. She tried to pull back, but Martha firmly pushed her head forward. She closed her mouth, and Mina's clit pushed into her lips. Martha was dripping with excitement. The woman relaxed her lips, and Mina's penis slipped into her mouth. The woman's tongue began to explore the end of Mina's prick and to suck on the end. Her hesitation quickly evaporated, and she began to suck with enthusiasm.
The fingers of Martha's left hand plunged into her own cunt. She took half a pace forward and pulled the panties off the woman's head. This wanton slut Jane was his Jane, Willem's wife, Jane! Prim and proper Jane who had given up on sex years before. Willem was surprised beyond belief. He had suspected that Jane might be playing Martha's games, but he had thought her to be in another county tonight and had never imagined her indulging in fellatio. But Willem was too far gone in ecstasy to think too much of anything besides the welling juice in his balls. Jane was perplexed. Her mind was clouded by overwhelming sexual excitement, and from her position, on her knees and so close to Willem that she was not entirely sure of who she was looking at.
The others in the room were entranced by the sexual electricity between Jane and her cross-dressed husband, Willem/Mina. They had lost interest in caressing each other and were masturbating furiously as Mina exploded into Jane's mouth. Simone came at that exact moment and shot a stream of spunk across the room. Martha collapsed to her knees and took Mina's dripping cock as Jane fell back. She took a long lick along Mina's cock and said, "Now you two are playing again; you won't forget your friends, will you?"
"No chance of that," said Jane as she shuffled forward and embraced both Mina and Martha. Jane continued in a credible Bogart impression, "This could be the start of a beautiful friendship."
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