The Story of the Boy Maid

The Story of the Boy Maid
Chapter 1-Warm Genesis
By acolytemask

What is a Boy Maid? This life, if it is accepted, can be full of wondrous experiences. This story is about such a life.

Chris Lee was a young man of 16. He stood at 5’5”. He was always picked on at school for his weak body. He had short brown hair and brown eyes. He had a cute face with pale skin. He was always a shy boy. He had very few friends to speak of and school wasn’t going so well. The only thing worse than his social life was his home life.

Chris came home on his bike feeling low. He opened the front door and was greeted by the nasty smell of alcohol. His father was sitting in front of the TV drinking like a lush. The old man didn’t even turn when he started screaming.

“What the fuck are you doing here late?”

“I had to work after school on a project,” said Chris in a timid voice.

“You probably are so fucking lazy you’re screwing the teacher for grades.”

Chris ignored the insult and made his way upstairs. He walked into his room, which was probably the cleanest room in the house. Just then his bid brother, Dave, walked in. He stood at six foot even with the same brown hair and eyes and was 21 years old. The difference between him and his brother was that he was not afraid to stand up for himself. He practiced football before he had to work construction to pay for college.

“You okay?” he asked in a caring voice.

“Yeah,” Chris said in a quiet voice.

“Ignore him,” Dave said trying to cheer up his younger brother.

“I’ll be alright,” said Chris hugging his legs.

“You sure?”

“I’m fine!” Chris suddenly shouted.

Dave knew to leave Chris alone and walked back to his room. As he left Chris had come to a decision. He couldn’t take it anymore. That last insult about his teacher was the straw that broke the camel’s back. He picked up his back pack and stuffed it full of cloths and what money he had. He ran down the stairs and out the door. He leapt on his bike and began to ride off. Just then Dave came running out the door after his little brother.

“Chris!” Dave shouted in panic. “Chris, come back!”

But Chris just couldn’t do it. Not even his brother could sustain his happiness in that Hell of a house. He just kept riding.

The rain started hitting him hard. Chris was soon soaked to the bone. He rode through the residential part of town. Clones of the same two story houses flew by. Eventually he couldn’t peddle anymore. His heart was painful in his chest. He started having second thoughts about leaving his house. What would he do? Where would he live? What would he eat? What little money he had would not sustain him for more that a couple of days. He stopped in front of a two story green house. He couldn’t take it anymore. He started to cry. He hated himself for being so weak and helpless.

“Hey kid! You okay?” said a woman’s voice.

Chris looked to see who had spoken. The voice came from the front door of the green house. The woman who had spoken stood at 5’11” with long red hair and green eyes. To say she was beautiful would be an understatement. Her beautiful face could only distract you from her large D cup breast. She wore an apron with a large red heart woven onto it.

“I-I’m fine,” said Chris as he tried desperately to wipe the tears from his eyes.

“No you’re not,” she said in a worried voice as she ran to him. “You’re all wet. Come on. Let’s get you inside.”

“I don’t want to be a bother,” said Chris in a shy voice.

“Don’t worry about it,” the lady said as she led him inside with his backpack, leaving his bike at the lawn. “My name is Shelly. What’s yours?”

“Um…,” Chris had suddenly forgot own name. Shelly’s beautiful face had completely distracted him.

“Come on. What’s your name?” Shelly said with a warm smile.

“C-Chris.”

“Well, Chris, welcome to our home. Now let’s clean you up.”

She led him through the front door. At first he thought he was going to smell that disgusting alcohol smell, but instead a warm scent of a clean house met him. The house looked beautiful. Every bit as much of a warm house as he could ever had thought it would be.

“Beth!” Shelly suddenly shouted. “We have a guest!”

A second woman came running down. She stood at 6’1” with short dyed green hair and brown eyes. Her face struck Chris as beautiful easy. Almost as good looking as Shelly, but with even larger breasts. She wore a short cut tight tee shirt and a pair of short shorts.

“Who do we have here?” Beth said getting sight of Chris. She had a slightly deeper voice than Shelly, which suited her strong features. She walked right up to him and bent down so her head was at his height. “Who are you, little man?”

“I-I’m Chris. Chris Lee. Pleased to meet you,” Could Chris be feeling any shyer?


“I found him in the rain all alone,” said Shelly, wrapping an arm around the shoulders of the young boy.

“Aw, where’s your home?” said Beth in a gentle voice.

Chris just bowed his head, unable to answer.

“Well, don’t think about that right now,” said Beth rubbing the top of Chris’ head in a gentle fashion. “You’re welcome here.”

“Thank you,” said Chris in a quiet voice.

“Oh, you are so cute,” said Beth in a warm voice. “Come on. Let’s get you to the bathroom.

Beth and Shelly took Chris upstairs to the bathroom. It was a sight to behold. No dirty cloths on the floor. No stains on the tiles or on the toilet. Just a beautiful room with a surprisingly large bath tub and a glass bordered shower stall. Chris looked at himself in the mirror above the sink. He looked pitiful and soaked. He turned away from it in shame.

“Okay,” said Shelly as she handed Chris a towel. “Take off your cloths and take a warm bath.”

“W-What? Now?” said Chris in a sudden panic.

“Oh, not while we’re here, cutie,” said Beth as she began to run a warm bath for Chris.

“Oh, right,” said Chris suddenly feeling very foolish.

“Here. We’ll leave you alone as you undress,” said Shelly lightly stroking Chris’ cheek with a gentle hand.

The two beautiful women walked out of the room, but not before Beth winked at Chris’ now blushing face. With the door now closed Chris began to take off his wet clothes. He climbed into the bath and found the water to be the perfect temperature. Not too warm and not too cold. He let himself sink right up to his neck.

What just happened? Less than an hour ago he had run away from home in a craze. Now he was in a complete stranger’s home taking a warm bath while completely naked. And who were those two women? Why did they want to make him feel so comfortable? What was in it for them? Could it be…?

Chris wasn’t someone who thought about sex much. He was always hesitant about the idea. Probably from all the horrible language involving sex that his drunken father had used around him. No. It was way to foolish of him to even consider that these gorgeous women wanted anything to do with him.

He let himself relax in the warm water. He closed his eyes and calmed his muscles. Just then the door opened. In a splash of water Chris covered his groin I a panic as he looked to see who had walked in. Shelly had just walked in with a bundle of folded clothes and was looking at Chris with surprise.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” said Shelly in a genuine voice of regret. “I shouldn’t have walked in on you like that.”

“Uh, it’s okay,” said Chris, not moving his hands an inch. “It’s your house. I-I’m…”

“Let’s forget about it,” said Shelly with a warm smile. “Here I brought you some underwear and pajamas. Let me wash your old clothes.”

“Um, you don’t have to do that,” said Chris as Shelly set the new clothes down and picked up the wet ones.

“I know,” said Shelly not losing her smile, “but I can’t bare to see a nice young man like you in discomfort.”

“Thank you,” said Chris in a quiet voice.

“My pleasure. When you come down we have dinner ready,” said Shelly as she walked out closing the door behind her.

After that Chris didn’t want to be in the bath anymore. He wanted to see these women more. He dried himself off and put on the new clothes. The pajamas felt warm and soft. They also looked like they should belong to a girl. They were white with pink trim and a picture of a teddy bear on the front. He would’ve preferred a man’s pajamas, but his clothes had been taken, and he didn’t want to move around in this house naked.

He made his way to the downstairs and the rich smell of soup filled his nostrils. He found the kitchen down a short hallway from the living room and found Shelly cooking soup in a large metal pot and Beth leaning back in her chair drinking bottled root beer.

“Hey, cutie,” said Beth with a smile, quickly catching sight of Chris. “Welcome to the great Shelly Baker’s grand cooking.”

“Oh, it’s alright,” said Shelly modestly. “How are you doing, Chris? Was your bath alright?”

“Very nice. Thank you,” said Chris bowing his head slightly out of respect.

“Come on, cutie. Have a seat by me,” said Beth, pulling out the chair next to her.

“Thank you,” said Chris again taking the seat.

“You don’t have to say thank you to everything, Chris,” said Shelly with a smile.

“Oh, but it’s so cute!” said Beth wrapping an arm around Chris’ shoulders. Beth tightened her strong arm, pulling Chris so close that his cheek connected with the side of her breast.

At that point Chris froze. He wasn’t uncomfortable, but he had hardly ever touched a girl, much less her breasts. He could only stare straight forward and felt the blood rush to his face, his heart racing.

“Nice, aren’t they?” said Beth in a smooth, warm voice as she tightened her grip slightly.

“Oh, Beth, leave the poor kid alone,” said Shelly setting down three bowls of soup on the table. “I think he’s been through a lot today without listening to you brag about your breasts.”

Beth let out a sound of disappointment and released the blushing Chris from her grip. Chris looked into the bowl of soup. He knew it would be rude not to eat so he used the spoon to taste it. It tasted fantastic. A real break from fast food and instant meals.

“How is it?” Shelly asked Chris.

“It’s delicious,” said Chris honestly.

“You think so?” said Shelly in a flattered voice.

“Oh, Shelly leave the poor kid alone,” said Beth in a mocking tone. “I think he’s been through a lot today without listening to you brag about your cooking.”

“You have your breasts and I have my cooking,” said Shelly to Beth. “Chris, which is better.”

At this Chris froze up again. He found both Beth and Shelly looking at him in anticipation. He looked between them and decided to take the middle ground.

“They’re both great,” said the blushing Chris in a voice that broke half way through.

“Of course they are,” said Beth leaning closer to Chris, her breath filled with the smell of the delicious soup. “Would you like a closer look at mine?”

At this point Chris was all too aware of the growing erection in his pajama bottoms. The look in Beth’s beautiful brown eyes. There wasn’t much difference between Beth and Shelly’s cup sizes, but at this angle Beth’s looked much bigger. He silently prayed for Shelly to save him from Beth’s comments again, but when he made a side glance to her he found Shelly staring at him and Beth with a look of interest in her smile.

“Um, that’s alright,” said Chris keeping his eyes on his soup.

“Not good enough,” said Beth with the same beautiful smile as she pressed closer. “We fed you and clothed you. Now you have to give us something in return.”

“Beth, that’s enough,” said Shelly in a suddenly serious tone. “If he doesn’t want to then he doesn’t have to.”

“No,” said Chris, suddenly feeling very small. “I want to repay you two in anyway I can. You’ve both done so much for me.”

“Alright,” said Shelly, resuming her smile. “Beth what do you want from him?”

“Just a kiss,” said Beth looking deep into Chris’ eyes. “Have you ever kissed a woman before?”

“N-No,” said Chris letting his head hang out of shame. “I’ve never had a girl friend.”

“Here,” said Beth, cupping Chris’ face with her hand and turning him towards her. “Let Beth Walker, Kissing Queen, teach you.”

She pulled his face towards hers. He didn’t want to resist such beauty anymore. Her soft lips met his and he closed his eyes. He felt her large breasts rub against his chest and her lips moved over his with great skill. Chris felt himself being put into a state of bliss, and just as he was starting to get used to this wonderful new feeling, he felt her tongue began to enter his mouth. His eyes popped open, but he didn’t pull back. His curiosity got the better of him. Her tongue filled his mouth, seeking out ever corner. Chris’ eyes closed again as he once again got used to this new feeling. Out of sheer impulse he wrapped his arms around her neck as she wrapped hers around his waist. After a few minutes, although to Chris it felt like a few seconds, Beth released him. A thin trail of saliva followed there mouths as they broke apart.

“Now that’s a kiss,” said Beth looking as the blushing Chris with warm, sensual eyes.

“T-Thank you,” said Chris in a breathless voice.

“Care for a little more?” Beth asked, leaning close again with a wide smile.

“Beth, not at the dinner table,” said Shelly.

Thank God, thought Chris. He didn’t think he could handle much more of all this attention. It was something he just wasn’t used to.

“Oh, alright,” said Beth in a genuine tone of disappointment. “But you still owe me one for that bath,” she added to Chris.

She released Chris and he did the same. All three of them continued to eat their soup. Chris scooted his chair closer to the table to hide his throbbing erection. He took a sip of his soup when he suddenly felt something touching his leg. He looked down to see Shelly’s leg rubbing up and down his lower leg. He looked up to see Shelly looking at him with a warm, caring smile.

“So, do you need a ride to school tomorrow?” she asked Chris.

“Tomorrow’s Saturday,” said Beth before Chris could reply.

“Oh, right,” said Shelly. “Well Chris, how is school going for you?”

“Um, alright I guess,” said Chris, trying to ignore Shelly’s foot, which was still rubbing his leg.

“Like your classes?” Beth asked.

“They’re alright,” said Chris.

“I made up the room upstairs for you, Chris,” said Shelly, her foot now riding up to the young boy’s thigh. “I put all your things up there. We can go shopping for more clothes for you tomorrow. You barely have anything to wear.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” said Chris now praying that her foot didn’t go any higher.

“Shelly and I have to go to work in the morning,” said Beth as she ate her soup in a not-so-delicate fashion. “So make yourself at home until we get home.”

“There’s plenty of food in the house, and you can watch some television until we get back,” said Shelly as her foot made its way half way up Chris’ thigh.

“Try channel 99,” Beth whispered to Chris with a nudge. “It’s the best money can buy.”

“You know you don’t need to watch that channel in this house,” Shelly said to Beth with a wink.

“Maybe, you’re right,” said Beth through a yawn as she stretched her strong arms out wide. “But I still love to watch it.”

Just then Chris felt Shelly’s foot touch his sensitive groin. He didn’t say anything, but he tightened up his legs slightly. He continued to eat his soup trying with all his will power not to crack. Her foot massaged his hard penis, the toes moving like tiny fingers up and down the shaft.

“Um, I’m a little tired,” said Chris suddenly. “Can I go to bed?”

“Absolutely,” said Shelly without losing her smile. “Let me show you where it is.”

“Be gentle with him, Shelly,” said Beth as she winked at Chris.

Chris was all too aware of the bulge of the front of his pants. He followed Shelly out of the kitchen while keep his back to Beth so as to hide it.

“Ms. Baker,” said Chris trying to stay respectful despite his embarrassment. “What did Ms. Walker mean by that?”

“Oh, Beth is just being weird,” said Shelly, leading Chris upstairs. “Don’t worry, though. It’s easy to get used to her.”

She led Chris down the hallway to a pink door. She opened it and beckoned Chris into it, saying, “This is it. I hope you enjoy it.”

“Thank you, Ms. Baker,” said Chris as he walked in. He still had a rock hard erection and he had his hands folded over it, resembling a look of respect. As he walked in he couldn’t help but notice that Shelly’s face was now blushing.

The room didn’t have the lights turned on, but Chris could still see what was inside it through the hall light. This was clearly a girl’s bedroom. Kitten blankets on a fluffy bed, a colorful dresser with a tiny nightingale on top, and a small table with a mirror on the in front of it with his backpack in front of it. Chris didn’t mind. He was very grateful for having such a wonderful place to stay. A warm smile formed on his face. He now felt like he was truly home.

He turned around to thank Shelly before going to bed, but just as he turned around she rushed forward and pressed her lips onto his, her face burning red. Chris felt intensely confused. Why was she doing this? Did she really like him? As Shelly kissed the young boy with mounds of passion, her breasts pressed against his chest. Their bodies pressed together even greater when she wrapped her arms around Chris’ body. She moved her hands up and down his torso, seeking out nothing specifically, yet everything possible. The force of her body increased until Chris suddenly tripped over his own feet, sending both of them falling onto the fluffy bed with Shelly on top. She finally broke the kiss and lifted herself up slightly, making sure so keep her breasts against Chris’ chest.

“Are you comfortable?” Shelly asked. She wasn’t smiling, but her glinting eyes and blushing cheeks made her feelings clear.

“Y-Yeah,” said the young boy unable to even move his arms out of shock.

“You sure do fell like it,” Shelly said, rubbing her pelvis against Chris’ hard on.

“I-I’m sorry…,” said Chris, his face now a burning red.

“It’s okay,” said Shelly resuming her warm smile. “I love taking care of people who are less fortunate than me. When I saw you out in the rain I knew you were running from a bad life. I wanted to give you a new start in a warm setting. I wanted to see a smile on your face.”

At this point tears of what seemed to be joy started to form on her eyes before continuing, “I wanted to get to know you better. You’re a sweet young man. I didn’t want to see you losing that kind of love. I won’t do anything to you that you don’t want to do, but I want to make love to you so bad. What I’m really trying to say is…I want to love you.”

At this, Chris smiled with a joy he had never known. Tears of joy filled his eyes as he said, “I want to love you too, Ms. Baker.”

“Please,” said Shelly, lowering her head to his, “call me Shelly.”

Chris and Shelly shared another kiss. Only this time Chris made sure to kiss back. He didn’t try to hide his erection anymore. Suppressed hormones sprung to life as Chris began to push his groin back up against Shelly’s soft body. He used his hands to rub up her back. He was tempted to touch her butt, but he didn’t want to push it on the first go.

Suddenly, Shelly broke the kiss and said, “You can touch me.”

“R-Really?” Chris asked in a hopeful voice.

“Do whatever you want to me. I’m yours tonight,” said Shelly with a smile.

At this Chris gave Shelly a much more passionate kiss. His tongue entered her mouth as he tried to kiss her the same way Beth had kissed him. His hands quickly found their way to Shelly’s ass. He squeezed the cheeks and played with her butt. She moaned into Chris’ mouth, encouraging him.

Shelly broke the kiss and asked, “Do you want to touch me more?”

“Yes,” said Chris, no longer afraid.

“Undress me,” Shelly instructed as she sat up.

Chris reached around her waist, his eyes not leaving hers, and undid the straps to the apron. He folded neatly and set it down, but even as he did, Shelly suddenly began rapidly undoing the buttons on her shirt before pulling it off, revealing beautiful white bras.

“Touch them,” Shelly commanded.

No sooner did he hear the words than Chris acted on them. He put his hands on the D cup breasts and began to play with the. He massaged the orbs of flesh without being able to take his eyes off them. Shelly reached forward and grasped Chris’ erection, which felt as if it was going to burst out of his pants. She began to move her hand up and down it, getting excited at the sight of the now-horny young boy.

“Lay down on your back,” she said to Chris. “I want to do something special for you.”

Chris quickly did as he was told. He laid down on his back, hoping beyond hope to get what Shelly was implying. What he got was something much better. Shelly took off her white bra, revealing the first pair of bare breasts he had ever seen in real life. He had always avoided all the pornographic magazines and tapes that his father had. They always depicted the same smut. The same emotionless girls being dominated by ugly, older men. Shelly was clearly not like that. She was a woman of absolute beauty and grace. A true angel, and to see the breasts of such a beautiful angel made Chris even more aroused than before.

Shelly pulled Chris’ pajama bottoms down slightly, letting his bulging 7” dick loose. She began to work her magic. She moved her right hand up and down the shaft, increasing her grip at the top so as to stimulate the head. She used her left hand to massage the testicles, drawing moans of pleasure from the young boy.

“You’re a pretty good size for your age, Chris,” said Shelly in a very seductive tone.

“I thought most guys are eight or nine inches,” said Chris. He had always been self consciousness about his size in every respect.

“Oh, no,” Shelly said with a slight shake of her head. “That is probably just the jocks wishing they were bigger. Now, can I give you more, Chris?”

“Yes, Shelly,” said the young boy as he lifted himself up so as to get a better view.

That’s when Shelly took him into her mouth. Chris threw his head back in ecstasy. Shelly was perfect. She took his entire length into her mouth, pinching the head between the roof of her mouth and her tongue. She clearly knew how to pleasure a man. She knew how to keep a man in absolute bliss. Shelly switched up her style by taking half of Chris’ cock into her mouth, rolling her tongue around it at a surprising pace. She grasped the rest of it with a free hand and began to pump the shaft right down to the base.

“Oh, Shelly,” Chris moaned. “I-I can’t hold on much longer.”

Shelly lifted her head up and said with a smile, “It’s okay, honey. Come whenever you want.”

She then decided to finish him off with something very special. She wrapped her D cup breasts around Chris’ throbbing erection and began to tit fuck it as she used the tip of her tongue to massage the head. Chris was thrown into a state of please he had never known before. His legs twitched and his arms trembled. He could only last a few more seconds.

“Oh god, Shelly. I’m coming!” Chris suddenly shouted in ecstasy.

The young boy’s sperm suddenly erupted all over Shelly’s face and breasts. At first Chris was worried. How could he do that to someone who had done so much for him?

“Oh, Chris. You made me all messy,” said Shelly in a seductive voice as she began to lick off Chris’ sperm, which took Chris completely off guard.

“Y-You like it?” Chris asked.

“Only when it’s from someone I like,” said Shelly with a wink.

“Thank you,” said Chris, truly flattered. “But can I do, you know, something for you?”

Shelly smiled wider and said, “Only if you undress me.”

Chris went to work taking off Shelly’s stockings and pants, but hesitated at the panties. He looked up at her who was still smiling.

“Don’t be afraid,” she said, encouraging him by rubbing his cheek with her hand. “I’ll tell you what to do.”

Chris did his best to shrug off his fear, and began to strip off her panties, revealing her vagina under it. He quickly found himself aroused by the musty smell. It even looked beautiful. It resembled a flower, complete with a mild amount of red pubic hair above it. Shelly parted her legs and put a hand on the back of Chris’ head.

“Go on. Lick it. Taste my love,” she said, pulling the young towards her sex.

He closed his eyes and moved towards it. Without thinking twice, he gave it a long, slow lick. It tasted strange, but Chris quickly got used to it. Shelly moaned in pleasure, throwing her head back. Her beautiful red hair waving out behind her. Feeling confident, Chris continued to lick Shelly in the same fashion, resembling a cat lapping at a bowl of water.

“Do you feel that little bump down there?” Shelly said in between gasps. “Lick at that, and push your fingers deep inside. That’s right. Now move them around. Oh, god! Harder!”

Chris was doing everything she ordered him to. Was ordered the right term? Yes. Chris liked the idea of being ordered around by an older woman. He now realized what he was: a submissive young boy. Chris continued to work Shelly’s sex as hard and as fast as he could, drawing more moans of pleasure from her.

“Oh, Chris,” Shelly moaned, rubbing Chris’ hair with a free hand. “You are such a good student. Oh, Jesus yes! Right there. You’re learning well. Oh my god!”

Exactly how long Chris licked Shelly’s sex no one knew, but Shelly soon found herself coming long before she thought she would. The simple thought that a shy, 16 year old boy who loved her was licking her gave her a fiery orgasm.

“Oh god, Chris! I’m coming!” Shelly cried in ecstasy.

Chris licked Shelly as hard as he could at the end. A gush of wetness came onto his face. He lapped it all up, not leaving a drop. He found Shelly gasping for air while rubbing the top of Chris’ head. Shelly felt a slight shiver of pleasure at just how submissive he looked.

“Thank you,” Chris said, referring to the blowjob she had given him.

“You were so good,” said Shelly as she caught her breath. “Would you like to go all the way?”

At this the young boy looked hopefully into her eyes. “Can I?” he asked.

Shelly responded by stripping off ever piece of clothing Chris had on. His pale, naked body aroused her. She loved to be dominating, which was something that she and Beth had in common. She could now live out her greatest fantasies with someone who loved her. She pressed Chris down on his back again and climbed on top of him.

“Ready?” Shelly asked the young boy.

Chris nodded, now breathing harder than before. Shelly lowered herself onto Chris’ shaft, felling very full. They both moaned in pleasure simultaneously. Chris felt better than ever before. The redhead’s tight wetness was squeezing Chris’ dick. He knew he couldn’t last long. Shelly pumped herself up and down, filling the small bedroom with the wet, slapping noises of there bodies colliding.

“Oh, god!” Chris said in a state of bliss. “I can’t hold out for much longer.”

“It’s okay, baby,” Shelly said as she rode the young boy. “Just tell me when you’re going to come.”

Shelly rode Chris in different ways. She moved in circular motions and moved her body from front to back. Chris rewarded her with grunts and moans of pleasure. Chris massaged her breasts, and moved his hands down to her waist to help her move up and down when he felt himself getting close.

“I-I’m coming!” Chris shouted in warning.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than she lifted herself above his throbbing dick. His sperm spewed out for the second time that day, splattering all over Shelly’s stomach.

“Oh, you dirty little boy,” said Shelly with a warm smile to Chris.

“Sorry,” said the young boy, looking guilty.

“Here,” said the redhead, grabbing her discarded shirt. “Clean it up with this.”

“Won’t it get dirty?” Chris asked, as he took it.

“Don’t worry,” said Shelly with a smile. “Sperm comes out easily in the wash.”

“Um, did you, uh you know…come?” Chris asked in a small voice as he cleaned Shelly’s smooth stomach.

“Not yet, but I’m still close,” Shelly said with a wink. “Want to finish the job.”

“Of course,” said Chris.

“Here,” said Shelly, pulling a small bottle of lubricant out of the top dresser drawer, “use this on your little friend.”

Chris did as he was told. He smeared the lubricant on his dick as Shelly turned around and got down on her hands and knees. She spread her ass cheeks and looked over at Chris with a hopeful look on her face.

“I want you to slowly slide your big cock in here,” Shelly said in a sexy tone of voice. “I’ll masturbate until I come.”

Chris positioned himself behind Shelly, ready to enter her ass. He still could hardly believe his luck. He had gotten his first blowjob, tit job, and had even given his virginity in one day. Now he was getting his first anal sex. Without waiting anymore he went into her. He arched her back and moaned in pleasure as Chris slowly pressed himself all the way into her.

“Oh, god!” Shelly cried, starting to masturbate. “Now move it in and out. Oh god, Chris!”

Chris got a firm grip on her butt cheeks and began to pump in and out. At first he thought he might be hurting her, but her sounds of pleasure told him otherwise. He continued to move in and out of her. He reached forward and grasped one of Shelly’s large breasts.

“Oh, fuck!” Shelly moaned. “I’m about to come! Keep doing that!”

“I’m getting close!” Chris said in ecstasy.

“Then do it!” Shelly cried, about to climax. “Come deep inside my ass!”

They both came at the same time in a fit of twitches and moans. They collapsed to the side onto the bed. Neither really wanting to move.

“Can we just sleep like this tonight?” Shelly asked in a tentative voice.

Chris responded by pulling a blanket over then and saying, “Of course, but I feel kind of guilty.”

“About what?” Shelly asked in curiosity.

“I’m staying here and there’s nothing I can give you,” Chris said.

“You can stay here for as long as you want,” Shelly said with a clever smile on her face, “as long as you do something for me and Beth.”

“What is it?” Chris asked quickly. “I’ll do anything for you two.”

“In that case,” said Shelly, running a finger along the woven heart pattern on her discarded apron, “you can be our Boy Maid.”

To Be Continued…
Coming Next: The Story of the Boy Maid-Ch. 2 Queen of Hearts