Three and Me


Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Lesbian, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Group Sex, School, .

Desc: Sex Story: Handsome young man works his way through collage by doing handiwork and providing services for three hot women in a house.

I should have noticed the twinkle in her eye when she gave me a slip of paper with a telephone number on it and said, "This lady may be able to help you out."

It had all started on the first day of my junior year at the university, when I told my placement counselor, Barbara Wilson, that I had problems keeping up with my school work last semester. I was on an athletic scholarship, so tuition was no problem. But I had to work at minimum wage in a fast food restaurant to keep up with my other expenses. The cost of living was so great that I needed to work extra hours to make ends meet. This didn't leave me enough time for my studies, and I had no social life at all.

I called the number right away and spoke with a very pleasant mature female voice that said she was looking for a young man to act as a handyman/grounds keeper in exchange for room and board and a small salary. I arranged for an interview later that same day.

At 21 years of age I probably looked foolish peddling up to the doorway of her posh home dressed in a coat and tie on my bicycle, but it was my only means of transportation.

The woman who answered the door was obviously the same one I had spoken to on the telephone, but she certainly didn't look like what I had expected from her voice. "Come in, you must be Edward, I am Mary Tatum."

I guessed her to be in her late 30s to early 40s, tall and slender, quite attractive with a huge mane of black hair streaked with gray.

She invited me in and explained that she shared her home with another woman and that they needed someone to maintain the house and lawn. My responsibility would be to do minor repairs around the house, supervise the lawn work that was done by a professional landscaping service company and ensure that the automobiles were serviced properly. In short, I was to do the things that her husband use to do before he left her for his 25 year-old big-boobed (her words, not mine) nurse/receptionist. There was already another student who was employed as a maid/cook/housekeeper, firmly entrenched in the servant's quarters over the garage. I was to occupy one of the bedrooms in the main house, which had four bedrooms in addition to the servant's quarters, so I assumed that she and her friend each occupied their own bedrooms.

I hadn't murdered or raped anybody recently so it looked like my credentials and references were in order. On the pretext of seeing if I was strong enough to handle the chores she felt my arms and had me take off my jacket and turn around. "Barbara said that you were a big boy, but, oh my!" [I am an athlete and stand six feet four inches, with plenty of muscle.] "Barbara also told me that you were an orphan and were having trouble meeting your college expenses. You can have the job and move in at any time. Besides room and board, it pays $50 a week."

"I'll be back tomorrow with all my worldly possessions."

The next day, Tuesday, my friend, Lloyd, helped me move in his pickup truck. I had spent the last two nights camping on his couch. All I owned was an old suitcase with my hanging clothes, a duffel bag with my shoes, underclothes and toiletries, my stereo outfit and my bicycle. The maid, a very attractive, obviously Latin girl of perhaps twenty-three or twenty-four years of age ushered us in and showed me to my quarters. I had to grab Lloyd by the belt to keep him from following her when she left. The bedroom I was assigned was enormous, with a monstrous king size, bed and an adjoining bath. The bath, obviously built for a man, had no tub, only a huge shower in addition to the commode and washbasin. The room had double sliding glass doors that opened onto a pool deck.

Lloyd and I stepped out onto the deck, and I got a hell of a shock when I saw Mrs. Tatum's housemate. It was Barbara Wilson, my counselor from the college. They were both out by the pool. The bigger shock was how they were dressed. Barbara had on a very skimpy string bikini while Mrs. Tatum [Mary] was wearing a very stylish two-piece bathing suit that left almost nothing to the imagination.

Lloyd was bug-eyed. "You sly fox, why didn't you tell me about all of this?"

"Because I didn't know about it. I just this minute found out that Ms. Wilson was the friend and I had not met the maid."

"Ms. Wilson? You mean Barbara? You know she is a postgraduate student in addition to being a counselor? She is also one red hot number."

I really hadn't thought of her as a "red hot number" until I saw her in the thong bikini, and I didn't know that she was a student. I knew she was pretty, but I certainly hadn't noticed her large breasts or her flat tummy and long legs when she was dressed in her school clothes.

The ladies waved to us but since they didn't invite us out for a swim I stayed in my room. Lloyd left and I jumped straight into my books.

I had barely settled in when I had my first unusual experience. It was the following Thursday. Barbara had gone to school for an early class, and Mary was off on some errand. I didn't have a class until eleven so I was sitting at the kitchen table, having a cup of coffee and studying before I went for a swim, when Anna, the maid, came in. She said something to me in Spanish that I didn't quite get. "I'm sorry, but I don't speak Spanish"

In words that were almost unintelligible she said, "My English is not good senor."

"Your English doesn't seem to bad to me," I lied. "Try me again."

"I asked if you are happy."

I was a little puzzled that this. "Reasonably so, I guess."

She appeared a little crestfallen when she said, "Then you like to play with boys, not girls?"

"Did you mean to ask me if I was gay?"


"In that case, I am not gay. I like girls very much. I just haven't had any time for them with my studies."

"You like some pussy?"

I was dumb struck and didn't know what to say. I think my mouth dropped open as I nodded yes.

Without another word, she slid my coffee cup out of the way, hiked up her skirt, pulled down her panties and lay down on the table directly in front of me. It had been months since I had sex with anything other than my hand, so I can't tell you how appealing this was. I did something I don't usually do on the first "date." I buried my face in her crotch. Slowly I remembered how to do it, and within seconds she was writhing in ecstasy. My tongue touched her little button of pleasure and I thought she was going to jump off the table. My cock, which had been dormant for so many weeks, came alive, and with a mighty plunge, I let it replace my tongue and entered her. It only took a few strokes of slipping in and out of her heavenly box for me to feel the load of cum building. She was pushing upward to meet my thrusts and moaning with every stab. I think she climaxed first, but it was only seconds before me.

When it was over, I sank back down in the chair, totally spent, with my swimming trunks around my ankles. The next thing I knew, she was kneeling in front of me and had taken my lifeless dick in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down a few times, and I became alive again. Her mouth was like velvet as it engulfed me. Her tongue was working magic, swirling, probing, licking, until I couldn't control myself any longer and shot another load of cum deep into her throat. Not a drop escaped her.

She got up, went to the sink, brought back a wet cloth and cleaned me up. She looked deep into my eyes when she smiled and said "Mucho gracias, senor. I work here in the kitchen every morning before class."

I think I mumbled, "Thanks" before I pulled up my trunks and stumbled off to my room to get ready to go to school. For the rest of the day I had difficulty concentrating on the assignments, as I reflected on the morning's activities.

Friday morning there was a light knock on my door about seven. I was barely awake, when Anna came in with a cup of coffee and put it on the table beside the bed. She was smiling broadly when she grabbed my traditional morning erection through the bedclothes and whispered, "If you would like anything else I will be in the kitchen."

The thought of Anna waiting for me in the kitchen did nothing to cure my hard on, as I groped my way to the shower. I was standing there, day dreaming, with my eyes closed and my head back, letting the shower beat on my chest and wash away the cobwebs, when suddenly a pair of arms encircled me from behind. I could feel two breasts boring into my back, as the hands slipped down to my waist and eventually to my ever-rigid cock. I turned around to face my "groper." It was Mary.

"My, you're all that I could have hoped for. Let's get out of here. I don't want to get my hair wet."

Leaving the shower running, she took me by the hand and led me, dripping wet, back into the bedroom. Her clothes were strewn about the floor. She dried herself with a towel she had picked up on the way out of the bath, tossed it to me and said, "Dry yourself off and come to bed."

Seeing her naked I marveled at the symmetry of her body. She was tall and slender with small breasts that were in perfect proportion to her overall makeup. Her pussy was shiny with moisture and completely devoid of hair.

When I approached the bed she reached out and grabbed me by my still hard cock and pulled me to her. She said, "I need to feel that big thing inside me." With that, she opened her legs and guided me into her.

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