She, Betty Watson, had been eighteen when one day, her parents had left her alone at the lush mansion they called home. The two young black maids, both of them about the same age as herself, had always eyed her in a way she couldn't quite figure out. On that hot afternoon, she finally did.
The maids were both gorgeous and slender, their breasts perky and seductive, their bottoms lush and inviting. Betty got to know them as such when she found them on her parents' bed, naked and locked in a sideways 69 position, their tongues teasing and licking each other's most intimate parts. The youngest was called Dalila, 18 years old. The other maid was a year older and her name was Zalika. They looked a lot alike to Betty's eyes. Until that day, she had always thought of them as sisters. Or perhaps she still does.
They caught sight of her standing by the open door, and they smiled and called her over. She wasn't sure why she didn't run. She definitely wasn't sure why she shyly walked over to the bed and let herself be pulled into their arms.
Three minutes later, her white blouse had become unbuttoned and she had a black girl's lips around each of her young, pink nipples.
Five minutes later, they were kissing her stomach and sides and her hips, as they pulled down her stockings.
Seven minutes later, she was lying back on the bed with her thighs spread, two tongues taking turns wriggling around her budding clitoris. They would also dart down to probe at her vaginal opening, their lips suckling on her soft labia. She bit her bottom lip to stop herself from moaning.
But after the thirteenth minute, when the maids made her lie on her stomach and their long fingers spread her bottom, she moaned when they licked slowly up and down between her parted buttocks.
Betty had stopped counting time around then. She remembers the maids putting her bottom up in the air, while they sat on each side of her. She remembers their fingers spreading her rear further and their tongues licking at her hole, sometimes both at once. She remembers how their fingertips kept spreading it, and how they kept licking deeper into the opening, until she let out a yelp and experienced what she later identified as her first anal orgasm.
They helped her bathe then, dazed as she was, and helped her back in her clothes well before the parents came back home.
It never happened again. Although she did catch them touching one another several more times.
One time, she spotted them in a quiet corridor, only two doors away from the lounge, where her parents were receiving guests. Dalila was pressed up against the wall, facing it, while Zalika knelt behind her, pulled her cotton panties down and spent a long time licking her bottom.
Zalika's hands parted the younger maid's cheeks, who was already panting with excitement. Fingertips of both her hands gathered in the middle, encircling the small muscle, and carefully splayed it, further exposing Dalila's anal opening, allowing the pink tongue to explore it even more intimately.
Young Betty watched from around the corner, nervously keeping half an eye on the doors, for fear of getting caught. And even for fear of the maids interrupting their play, which captivated her so.
Several times again, Zalika applied her fingers to Dalila's budding sphincter, spreading it further and bringing the sensitive pink to the forefront, like helping a small flower into blossoming. The youngest maid gasped as the tongue licked slowly around and inside her exposed opening, paying special attention to the inside of the sphincter, the wet tip nudging and teasing that area until she sighed with pleasure. Dalila had to put a hand to her mouth in order to silence herself. Zalika smiled, speared the tip of her tongue and sent it far up into the smooth anal muscle. Slowly and sensuously snaking the tongue to and fro, rotating it along the walls of the sphincter, she brought the stimulation of the younger girl's anus to a fever pitch.
