Free Maid Service by Peter Birch Page A

trying to intervene, feeling painfully excited but somewhat helpless as Tiffany began to strip, removing first her blouse and skirt, then her bra, to leave her in nothing but neat black shoes and long white school socks. Vicky also watched, the expression on her face growing ever more smug as Tiffany shed her clothes, and speaking only when the kneeling girl was fully naked.
    â€œGet behind me,” Vicky ordered Peter. “I don’t want you seeing anything you shouldn’t. Okay, Tiffs, open wide.”
    Peter obeyed automatically, with no more than a twinge of regret for being denied a glimpse of Vicky’s sex. The view was quite pretty anyway, with Vicky’s two full cheeks tight in her bottle green gym knickers as she pushed her belly out into Tiffany’s face. He swallowed as he ducked down to get a still better view, scarcely able to believe that the two girls could do anything so utterly filthy. If Tiffany felt the same it was difficult to tell, as her eyes were now closed and her pretty mouth opened in meek acceptance of what was about to happen to her. Vicky was no less reticent, stepping out of her gym knickers to expose herself and, in doing so, revealing to Peter the globes of two firm buttocks and a hint of her soft crevice.
    For a moment the tableau held in utter silence, broken by a sigh from Vicky and the hiss of her stream as she let go, full in Tiffany’s face. Peter could only stare, frozen in amazement as he watched the stream of rich white-gold flood over his girlfriend’s chin, into her mouth, and trickle from the sides to wet her neck and breasts, dripping from her erect nipples and running down her belly. Then she’d swallowed, deliberately taking a mouthful of Vicky’s effluent down into her belly, a sight at once so compelling and so obscene that his efforts to hold back his own needs evaporated on the instant.
    Tugging his cock free, he began to masturbate with furious energy, heedless of what Vicky would think, heedless to the risk of being caught or anything else but the sight of Tiffany, nude and dripping, as she struggled to drink down the hot stream still gushing into her mouth. She couldn’t cope, Vicky’s liquid now running in twin steams from either side of her mouth despite her best efforts to swallow it down. Quite a bit had splashed into her face, and her breasts were dripping and filthy. A moment more and her hand had gone between her legs, clutching at the wet bulge of her cunt in helpless, shame-filled ecstasy.
    Peter realized that the two girls had probably set the whole incident up, but it no longer mattered. His cock felt as if it was about to burst, even as Tiffany swallowed one last mouthful before pushing her face forward to deliberately soil herself, Vicky’s stream splashing in her face as she masturbated with ever greater urgency, screaming out her orgasm an instant before burying her face between her friend’s thighs and starting to lick. Vicky let out a little grunt of surprise and pleasure, but then turned a nervous glance back towards Peter, her mouth opening in immediate exclamation.
    â€œWhy, you little degenerate!”
    There was laughter in her words and Peter felt a sudden stab of shame, but he was too close to orgasm to stop. Tiffany saw too, staring with wide, dizzy eyes, her fingers still busy between her legs, her body now rocked forward to push her bottom out as if expecting rear entry. Peter thought about taking her, with his cock jammed into her—no doubt still slippery—back hole, to plug her in front of her friend. But Vicky was turning, now emboldened by her actions, her voice rich with laughter and lust as she spoke.
    â€œGo on, now you. Open your mouth.”
    Peter tried to stop himself but couldn’t. He sank to his knees, his mouth opening wide even as the cum began to squirt from his cock, onto the ground and down his fingers. Vicky let go, squeezing out what was left in her bladder,