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Educating the Maid

The problem arose the next morning. Three of the beds were pretty well trashed and the Sybian was still set up with an assortment of attachments laying about. One of the more popular plus-sized attachments was still sitting on the Sybian itself. My wife and I both slept in a bit the next morning and woke up later than we had intended, leaving us just enough time to throw on some clothes and run out the door in time for our appointment. Unfortunately, in the rush and our early morning stupor, we had completely forgotten the maid was coming over to clean the place up.

Erica, our maid, had been helping us keep the place clean for several months now. She was gorgeous, with green eyes, strawberry blonde hair and a tight, killer body like only a 22-year old college student could have. She had seemed a bit shy at first, but gradually came out of her shell around the two of us. Her attire seemed to mimic her shyness - conservative at first but as time went on and Summer came into full bloom, the jeans and conservative tops slowly gave way to cutoff shorts and halter tops that did little to hide her ample cleavage and heart-shaped ass. I have to confess, I’d tried to picture what she might look like wearing one of those skimpy little maid’s costumes on more than one occasion. Because she was so young and seemed somewhat demure in the beginning, we had always been careful to clean up any evidence of our extracurricular activities before she came to clean the house twice a month. This particular time, we had just plain spaced it!

As we pulled back up to our house, we both saw Erica’s car sitting in the driveway. In almost perfect unison, Monica and I both looked at each other and said, “Oh, shit!” I briefly debated whether I should just turn the car around, but overruled my own thought. We pulled into the garage and went on into the house. Neither of us was sure how to handle what was sure to be an embarrassing situation or what we could possibly say to undo the damage. We both genuinely liked her and felt bad for putting poor little innocent Erica in this awkward situation.

We didn’t see Erica anywhere downstairs and walked upstairs to where all the bedrooms were. Sure enough, as we walked down the hall, there was Erica in the bedroom by the Sybian, confirming our worst fears. Monica and I stopped dead in our tracks halfway down the hallway, not knowing what to do next. As we watched, Erica was kneeling next to the Sybian looking at it intently. One hand was caressing the attachment on top of the Sybian, a simple dildo with some extra bumps at the base of the attachment for extra clitoral stimulation. Erica didn’t seem embarrassed at all. Instead, she seemed fascinated by it. She was running her one hand up and down the length of the attachment almost lovingly, like she was nurturing the burgeoning hard-on of a lover. She reached down with the other hand and turned on the remote control. We almost laughed out loud as she jumped and pulled her hand back abruptly as the Sybian sprang to life, vibrating and rotating at the preset levels which had been left on from the previous evening’s activities. She slowly replaced her hand on the phallic attachment again and just held it there, feeling the vibration and movement. She kept her hand there for a few moments and then mover her other hand inside her halter top to caress her breast and tweak her nipple.

My wife and I looked at each other and silently agreed it was time to make our presence known. We said, “Erica, we’re home,” as we walked the rest of the way into the bedroom. Now, Erica really did jump, pulling her hand quickly out from her halter top as she stood up. She turned the brightest, deepest shade of red either of us had ever seen as she just stood there with the Sybian still going about it’s business. My wife decided to try to defuse the situation and walked over to the Sybian to turn it off as she looked at Erica and said, “Pretty interesting little gadget, isn’t it? Trust me, it’s absolutely amazing!” Erica was still clearly embarrassed and stammered, “I’m so sorry!” Monica said, “No need to apologize at all Erica.” I added, “We’re the ones who should be sorry. We didn’t mean to leave all of this stuff around for you to find. We’re sorry if we embarrassed you at all Erica.” Monica turned to me and said, “Oh, c’mon Don, it’s not like a college student doesn’t have toys of her own.” Erica blushed again, but also smiled and acknowledged, “Maybe one or two, but nothing like this!” “Well,” Monica said, “ This one is the Cadillac of vibrators. It has given me some of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had in my entire life!” “Really?” Erica replied. Monica said, “Oh hell yeah! This thing will have you screaming in no time at all.” Erica just kept staring at the Sybian and bit her lower lip in a manner I found most seductive. “Don, why don’t you give us two girls a moment alone, okay?” Monica asked/instructed. I said, “Sure” and wandered off down the hall…but not too far.

Monica began showing Erica how the remote controls on the Sybian worked and gave her a brief tour of the various attachments, taking the time to explain the different areas each stimulated. Erica was clearly intrigued and it clearly seemed her curiosity had won out over her embarrassment in the process. As my wife explained everything, Erica was fondling the various attachments and asking questions as my wife’s tutorial continued. Finally, Monica said, “You certainly seem interested, Erica. Do you want to see how it works? Erica stood there silently for a moment and then was biting her lower lip again as she slowly nodded her head up and down. They talked briefly and settled on an attachment to use - one of the medium-sized dildos that had extra bumps front and back of the main dildo to stimulate both the anus and the clit. Erica’s choice took me aback a bit and I thought to myself, “Maybe she’s not quite as naive as we had imagined.”

Monica showed Erica how to put the attachment on and then, as they were standing just inches apart, Monica reached down, undid the top button of Erica’s shorts and slowly lowered the zipper as she looked straight into Erica's eyes. Erica didn’t object but just stood there, closing her eyes as my wife shimmied Erica’s shorts and underwear together to Erica’s ankles. (BTW, did I mention that my wife is extremely bisexual and equally loves the sexual company of a man or a woman?). Erica put her hand on Monica’s shoulder as Monica knelt in front of her and Erica stepped out of her clothes. Monica’s face was inches from Erica’s pussy, which was completely bare except for a thin landing strip of strawberry blonde hair that started just above Erica’s clit and continued up a couple of inches. Monica reached out and gently ran her finger the length of Erica’s slit. “No need for any lubricant for you - you’re plenty wet already.” Erica chuckled and Monica said, “Okay, honey, climb aboard.” Erica positioned herself over the Sybian and slowly lowered herself onto the dildo, moaning softly as she sunk onto its full length. Monica began slowly, turning on just the vibrating feature at a low setting at first. Erica jumped briefly as the machine started and then quickly relaxed into it. Monica and Erica said nothing as the machine hummed. Monica slowly began increasing the intensity of the vibrations and had gotten just over a quarter of the way up when Erica closed her eyes and started rocking back and forth slowly. Monica took this as a sign to start the rotating feature of the Sybian at an intensity almost matching the vibrations. “Holy shit!” Erica exclaimed as her eyes flew open. “That feels amazing!” she said.

Monica began gradually increasing the intensity of the vibrations and rotations as Erica began rocking back and forth on the Sybian once again. Erica’s moaning was getting more frequent and louder as she gave herself to the sensations the Sybian created for her. Monica stepped in a bit closer to Erica and reached under Erica’s top to grab her breast. Erica immediately grabbed Monica’s hand and pushed it firmly against her breast. Then she reached back behind and pulled the tie on her halter top, letting it fall away to afford Monica better access to her breasts.

By this time, I had slowly worked my way back to the door of the bedroom and was leaning against the door jamb, affording me a clear view of Erica from there. Her breasts were even better than I had imagined - large, firm and positively gorgeous, with large pink areolae and stiff, eraser-sized nipples that looked like they were just aching to be suckled. Monica turned up both the controls another notch or two and put down the remote to concentrate more fully on Erica’s tits.

Erica was moaning loudly and constantly by this point, while throwing in the occasional, “This feels fucking amazing!” “Oh my God!” and “Fuck yes!” Monica was kneeling beside her, sucking on first one tit and then the other. Suddenly, Erica tensed up, grabbed the back of Monica’s head, mashed it into her chest and yelled out, “Oooooh fuuuucccckkk!” as she had an intense orgasm. Monica turned down the Sybian a few notches to let Erica ride the orgasm for just a bit and truly experience it. As Erica was coming down from her first orgasm, which lasted a very impressive length of time, Monica began increasing the tempo on the Sybian again. It was mere moments before Erica was screaming through another powerful orgasm, and then another, and another, before Monica finally relented and eased the Sybian to a stop. Erica just sat there, bracing herself with both hands and visibly shaking from the number and intensity of her orgasms. Monica leaned in close to Erica, brushed her hair back from her face, and asked her if she was okay. Erica just grabbed both sides of Monica’s face and gave her a long, deep kiss. Monica reciprocated, of course, and their tongues danced around each other for a couple of minutes before they finally broke their embrace. “Not so innocent after all,” I thought to myself once again.

Erica tried to get up off the Sybian, but her legs were way too wobbly and she almost fell down. Monica and I both grabbed her arms before she fell and helped her slowly get her legs under her. Erica just smiled weakly and said, “That was fucking amazing!” Then she kissed Monica again and thanked her for a truly religious experience.

“Our friend is here any time you want it Erica,” Monica said. Erica just laughed and then asked, “Promise?”