He was lost. There was no doubt about it now. He started looking for a place to turn around, but the road was dark and narrow. Rain beat on the windshield with such ferocity that, even with the wipers on high, he could barely see the road ahead. Just as he rounded a bend, lightning lit the road like noonday. That one instant of brilliance showed him a raging torrent where a bridge used to be. He slammed on the brakes, thanking the road gods that he was going slow enough to stop. Now cursing those same road gods, he backed and turned, went forward and turned again, until he was able to head back the way he had come. He had only traveled a half a mile before there was another blinding flash of light. Suddenly, his windshield exploded, and everything went black. When he came to, he was wet, cold, and his face was in pain. His windshield was gone, and just inches from his head was a huge tree limb. It was obvious that he could not remove the limb, so getting out of the worst of the storm became his first priority. Because the wind was coming from the rear, very little rain was getting into the car, and what rain was getting in was confined to the front. His plan was simple. Open the door, slid into the back seat, and retrieve the emergency kit from the trunk by folding one of the split seats down. If things got worse, he could even get into the trunk to stay dry. Just as he was ready to get into the back, he spotted the lights of a house. He knew that he would get soaked getting there, but the promise of a warm house was infinitely better than the certainty of a cold car. Scanning the road carefully, he found the mouth of a lane that looked like it ran toward the house. He spotted and lost the lights several times as he made his way quickly along the winding, tree lined drive. When he finally cleared the trees the house was right in front of him. Without hesitation, he mounted the steps. At last, he was out of the rain. Crossing the deep, wraparound porch, he knocked loudly on the door. Pausing, he listened. Nothing, he rapped again, louder this time. Movement, thank God someone was home. *** A very pretty young woman in a maid's outfit opened the door. "Yes," her voice and the expression on her face were as cold as the rain he had just escaped. "I've been in an accident," he told her, "if I could just use you phone, or if you could call for me." "Oh my," her whole demeanor changed, as she really looked at the stranger for the first time, "you're soaked to the skin, and you're bleeding. Please come in. I'll inform the mistress." "Thank you," he breathed a sigh of relief as he entered the warm hall. He watched as the pretty maid scurried off to tell her boss. Even though he was cold and wet, he noticed that the maid had shapely legs and a nice ass. Maybe, he hoped this night would not be a total waste. A moment later, he heard voices. He saw the maid heading his way, followed by another. The woman of the house carried herself like a queen. Her regal bearing made her seem tall, even though she was only a couple of inches taller than her maid's four foot ten. The new comer was wearing a flowing, floor length, dark robe. It's true color impossible to tell in the dimly lit hall. All he could see of the woman was her long blond hair, and her face, which was almost startling in its beauty. As the pair approached, the woman turned to her maid and said, "You're right, he is hurt. Please fetch the first aid kit." Smiling, she turned back to the stranger, "we will get you fixed up in a moment. There is a phone on the table here if you would like to use it." "Thank you," he said, reaching for the phone. He held the receiver to his ear for a second, and then with a heavy sigh, "but I'm afraid it's dead. Thank you for letting me try. I'll head back to my car now." "Absolutely not," her voice was soft, yet firm and commanding, "I cannot allow you to go back out into that gale. We will fix you injuries, and find you something warm and dry to wear." After his wounds had been tended. The maid led him to an upstairs bathroom where towels and a warm comfortable robe were laid out for him. Pointing to a laundry shoot the maid said, "Please put your wet thing in there. I will take care of them for you. The mistress would like you to join her in the library when you are done here." "Thank you," he replied, "where is the library?" "Bottom of the stairs, turn left," the maid answered, as she turned to leave. The man had forgotten about the storm raging outside, but as he reached the bottom of the stairs, there was a crash of thunder, and the lights went out. He stood still for a moment to allow his eyes to adjust to the dim light. The warm glow of a fire lit his way down the hall to the library. When he entered the room, he could see the woman seated in a large chair near the fireplace. Indicating a chair to her right she said, "Please join me." As he sat down the lady continued. "I am very sorry that you had an accident, but since it did happen, I'm glad it was here. Not only are we able to help you, but you give us some much needed company." "I am very grateful," the youth told her warmly, "for your help and kindness." The pretty young maid entered the room, pushing a small cart. On the cart were a tray of meats, cheeses, breads, and a bottle of wine. "I hope this will do, mistress?" the maid asked with concern, "it is the best I could do with such short notice." The woman smiled at her servant, "I'm sure it will do just fine, my dear." Then turning to her guest, she asked, "would you mind if I have my maid join us? She gets very nervous when the lights are out, and does not like to be alone." "Not at all," he replied, "I'd be happy to have her eat with us." The maid pulled a small chair near the other two and the trio sat in silence for several minutes. After they had finished, the maid cleared away the cart and returned. "Would there be anything else, mistress?" she asked. "Yes my dear," the lady responded. Then turning to the young man she said, "one of the things I have always liked about her is that she is always completely obedient. Aren't you my precious?" "Yes mistress," the maid replied. Her eyes were downcast, but a small smile played across her lips. "Tell me what you think of my maid," the lady inquired. "Don't you think she's quite pretty?" "Oh yea," he replied warmly, "I think she's a stone fox." "I've always thought that she has beautiful legs," the lady informed him. "Of course, if you want to judge properly, you really need to see her legs without stocking, don't you think? Would you like to see her naked legs?" He did not know what her game was, but he quickly decided to play. "I must agree," he said with a smile, "you do need to see a woman's legs without stocking to truly judge how good they look. I'd love to see her take her stockings off." The woman turned back to her maid, "Well my dear, would you like to show this nice gentleman your sexy legs?" "Yes mistress," the young maid was starting to breathe more heavily, "should I take my shoes and stockings off?" The maid sat in the small chair that she had used earlier. After kicking off her shoes, she hiked her skirt up past the tops of her stockings, exposing the pale flesh of her upper thighs to the leering eyes of the watching pair. Both the man and woman watched intently as the maid slowly rolled first one and then the other stocking down her beautiful legs. "Stand up please," the woman directed her maid, "turn slowly so we can get a good look at your legs." Looking back to the man she asked, "what do you think?" "Very lovely, "he replied, with a lecherous grin, "but her dress is so long that it is hard to really tell." "True," she responded, "I could have her raise the hem of her dress higher." "Yes you could," the man returned, his excitement and his cock growing. "However, the pose would be all wrong. I think it would work much better if she took the dress off." "You're right," she replied, her own desire also growing. To her maid she said, "please take your dress off." The maid, who clearly enjoyed obeying these commands, turned her back on the horny pair, reached behind herself, unzipped the dress, and turned again to face the leering couple. Crossing her arms, she pulled the dress off her slender shoulders. Then one at a time pulled each arm free, while still holding the dress up in front of her. Finally she let the dress fall, revealing a black half bra, and matching bikini panties. "Wow," he exclaimed, "she has a gorgeous body. God, I'd love to see her without her bra and panties." "Tell me my dear," the lady asked her maid, "how do you feel about taking off the rest of your clothes?" "I've never been naked in front of a man before," the maid explained. "But you'd like to be wouldn't you?" her mistress queried. The maid merely nodded. She quickly removed her two remaining garments, and stood proudly erect, before her mistress and the handsome stranger. "Don't you think, " the woman asked, "that her tits are too small?" "No way," he replied, "I like them small. Besides, I'll bet yours aren't much bigger." "They're not," piped up the maid, "but they are very beautiful. I'll bet she will show them to you if you tell her to. She likes obeying men almost as much as she likes commanding me. She also loves showing off her naked body to anyone who will look. Deciding that now was a good a time, he smiled at the woman and commanded, "Stand next to your maid, let your hair down, and remove your robe." Without a word, the woman did as she was ordered. A moment later her long blonde hair was free, and she dropped her robe to the floor. "Hot damn," he shouted gleefully, "she's right, your tits aren't much bigger then hers, but they certainly are beautiful." "Perhaps," the beautiful blonde said, "now that we are both naked, you would like to take your robe off, and show my pretty maid what a naked man looks like. She has never seen one." "I'd be delighted," the man responded as he stood and dropped his robe to the floor. "Oh my," gushed the excited maid, "his, his cock is so big, are they all like that." With a slight chuckle, the more experienced woman put her arm around the maid's waist, and drew her closer. Lifting a hand up to cup the girl's tit, she blew in the maid's ear, and said, "He is a little bigger than average, but he's more then enough to take care of your almost virgin pussy." Then she whispered something in the maid's ear. The maid nodded. Walked up to the still standing young man, dropped to her knees, looked up at him with mixture of fear and excitement, and quietly asked, "I have never done this before, but may I suck you cock." "Christ yes," he panted, "I'd love to see my cock in your sexy mouth." Looking at the blonde, he said, "but since she has never done it before perhaps you should come over here and show her how." Smiling slightly, the woman strode up to him, kissed him lightly, sank slowly to her knees, gently took his hard cock in her dainty hand, and looking at the maid, explained, "Now this, my pet, is how you suck a cock." Her tongue flicked out, and licked all around the blood-engorged head of the young man's cock. He sighed with pleasure as the beautiful blonde's ruby red lips wrapped around his throbbing erection. The woman slid several inches into her hot sucking mouth, then slowly withdrew. Then pointing his cock at her maid, she said, "Now, my sweet, it's your turn." The maid wrapped her dainty fingers around his pulsation erection. Leaned forward, and following her mistress's example, licked all around the head of the man's cock. "Put it in your mouth," the youth moaned. "Show me you can suck cock as good as your mistress." Her eyes shining with lust, the pretty maid slid the bulbous head of the stranger's cock slowly in and out of her mouth. "Mmmmm," groaned the horny young man, "take me deeper, suck my cock deeper into your sexy mouth." "Yes," breathed the mistress, her hands busy. One hand cupped one of the firm small tits of the maid. The fingers of the other were sliding quickly in and out of her dripping snatch. "See how deeply you can suck him in baby. God, you look so hot with a hard cock in your mouth." Obediently, the young woman slid more and more of his ridged member into her willing mouth. "Sweet Jesus," the young man panted, "who would believe that someone this good was giving her first blow job." "She's loving it too," the lady informed him, "I just fucked my finger into her pussy, and she's dripping wet. Would you like to taste her?" she asked as she withdrew her finger and stretched it toward the stranger's mouth. "I'd love to taste her honeyed pussy juice," he breathed, as he took the lady's finger in his mouth and licked off the maid's cunt cream. "Baby, if you don't' stop sucking now, I'm gonna cum in your beautiful mouth." "Do it," the woman cried, "do it, cum in the little slut's mouth. She wants to swallow your cock cream. Fuck her mouth; shoot your jizz right down her slutty throat. You want to eat his cum, don't you baby?" Her mouth still full of cock, all the little maid could do was mutter a muffled MMHHMM. Between the avidly sucking mouth of the beautiful maid, and the dirty talk of her sexy mistress the young man could hold out no longer. I'M CUMMING, BABY I'M CUMMING. O'H GOD, SUCK ME DRY SUGAR." "Suck and swallow, just like with a straw," her mistress admonished her, "keep right on sucking until he's soft, lover." Shot after shot blasted into the maid's willing mouth, obediently following her mistresses orders the maid sucked and swallowed without gagging or spilling a drop. When she finally released the man's limp prick, she smiled at the woman and said, "I came, when he shot in my mouth, I came. It was wonderful." Smiling up at the man, she asked, "will you fuck me now?" "Give me a couple of minutes to recover," he responded, "and I'll fuck both of you." Standing up, the lady kissed him, and said, "Let's go the bedroom and get more comfortable. Perhaps we will give you a little show while you recover." *** As soon as the trio entered the bedroom, the mistress threw herself on the bed spread-eagle. "You've just had a mouthful of hard cock, now cum get a mouthful of hot pussy you little suck slut." The maid had her head between her mistress's creamy thighs almost before the woman stopped speaking. "That's it baby, stick your tongue in my hot hole. Fuck my pussy with that long, talented tongue of yours." The young man sat on the bed next to the maid. He ran his hand across her ass, and down toward her sopping snatch. She moaned softly, not taking her mouth from the woman's cunt; she did spread her legs to give easy access to the man's probing fingers. He slid two fingers into her dripping pussy, causing her to moan and buck her hips. "You like eating her wet pussy, don't you?" he coaxed, "I'll bet she has a sweet tasting cunt. Would you like to share? Lifting her head from the woman's wet pussy, the maid grabbed the stranger and pressed her lips to his, sharing her mistress's cunt cream with him. "I love the flavor of her pussy juice. If you want to eat her pussy, I'll lick her ass hole. She will cum hard and fast if we do that." In an instant, the maid had lifted her boss's ass off of the bed and was licking around her puckered poop shoot. Following right behind, the man locked his lips over the woman's swollen clit, and was sucking for all he was worth. "My God, my God," the lady screamed, "two mouths, my pussy, my ass. I can't take it any more. I'm gonna cum already. JESUS CHRIST, I'M CUMMMINNNGGG. FUCK, I'M CUMMINGGGGGG." Held tightly by two pairs of hands, the woman could only move the upper part of her body. She flailed her arms and tossed her head from side to side as she screamed out her orgasm. When the woman quieted, the sucking duo released her, and kissed, sharing the flavors of cunt cum and ass. "Sit on her face," the man ordered the maid, "I want to watch her eat your pussy while I fuck her." "Yes master," she breathed, adding the title without conscious thought. Turning to the lady he added, "are you ready to eat pussy and fuck wench?" "Oh baby," she moaned, "I've wanted your cock from the first moment I saw you, and I always loved eating her sweet pussy. Fuck me with that big beautiful cock of yours, and make me cum again." He moved quickly into position between the beautiful woman's wide spread legs. With a single thrust he sank his long cock all the way into her steamy love tunnel. Her maid's pussy muffled her moans of pleasure. As the man's cock fucked deeply in and out of her hot snatch, her tongue was doing the same to her maid. "Oh mistress" the girl intoned, "you eat my pussy so well. I love you so. God, it is so hot watching him fuck you. Fuck her hard, fuck my mistress till she cums, I'm almost there too, make me cum mistress. Oh my God, make us cum together. I'M CUMMING MISTRESS, I'M CUMMING." The maid was grinding her pussy into the lady's face, as she came. Her mistress was sucking the maid's snatch for all she was worth, and at the same time, had wrapped her legs around the man and was pulling his cock as deeply as she could into her spasming cunt. As the women's mutual orgasm abated, the maid begged, "Please fuck me now. I've never had a cock inside me, and I want to be fucked now." While the lady moved out of the way, and the maid took her position, the youth asked, "You mean that you really are a virgin?" "In a way," she answered him, as she spread her legs, and gently pulled his cock towards her cum drenched cunt, "I have been penetrated, but I have never been with a man. I'm ready now. Please fuck me." He placed the head of his cock at the entrance of the maid's pink lipped pussy. Slowly and gently, he slid his ridged rod into her ready, wet womanhood. She moaned breathlessly. "Yes, yes, it feels so good. Fuck me darling, fuck me good." "Baby," he gasped, "you've got an incredibly tight pussy. After all the fucking and sucking, and your tight snatch I aint gonna last long. You better cum soon." "Oh God," she moaned again, "fuck me master, fuck my pussy hard, fill me with you cum." "Yea baby yea," he cried, "here it cums. I'M CUMMING." As he shot his wad into her sucking snatch, the maid reached her own orgasm. "Fill me baby, I'M CUMMING TOO." The exhausted trio fell together in a heap upon the bed. They were soon all asleep. When he awoke, and went downstairs the lady said to him, "Your breakfast is ready, and a tow truck would be there shortly." "Thank you," he replied, as he sat down across the table from the woman. While the man and woman were eating the maid came up to the table, "Will there be anything else, mistress?" "No my dear," the woman responded, "oh, here don't forget this." The woman reached across the table and handed her maid a small square of white cloth. As it passed close to him, he detected the distinct aroma of lilacs. Not wanting to miss the tow truck, he hurried through his meal. Said goodbye to his hostess, and headed out the door. Just as he reached the bottom of the porch stairs, the maid ran up to him. She kissed him passionately, squeezed his ass, and said, "Don't forget me." Then she was gone. *** Funny, he thought as headed down the lane and back towards his car, this driveway seemed much smoother and less overgrown last night. Oh well, must have been his imagination. Another minutes walk brought him to his car. As he was surveying the damage, the tow truck that he was expecting arrived. "Good God," the tow truck driver ejaculated, "were you in the car when that tree went through your windshield?" "In the car!" the young man retorted. "Hell I was driving the damn car." "I'd of shit my britches if that happened to me," the driver snorted. "Where did you ride out the rest of the storm?" the old man asked, noticing that the young man was clean and dry. Pointing to a lane a few yards away, the man said, "A house at the end of that drive." "Must have gotten your directions mixed up in the night," the older man informed him, "there aint been a house there in nearly twenty years. In fact, that land, and all the land on both sides of the road for a mile or more in both directions, is part of the State Park. There use to be a house up that drive, but it burnt down about twenty years ago. Aint even an outhouse along this road until you're out of the park." "I don't understand," replied the youth, "I spent the night in a nice, warm house." "Okay," the driver suggested, "why don't you tell me what happened last night." "I was lost," the stranger began, " I was looking for a good place to turn around. Just as I came around that bend," he pointed to a curve about a half a mile away, "lightning flashed, and I saw that the bridge was out." "What bridge?" the older man interrupted. "The one just past that curve," the stranger replied. "But that bridge aint out," the truck driver explained, "I used it to get here." "You came from the opposite direction," recalled the now perplexed young man. "Yes I did," the older man informed him, " I drove on down the road a piece to see if I could find you. Then I came back. Maybe the rain, and the shadows caused by the lightning, made it look like the bridge was gone." "Yea, I guess you must be right," the young man agreed, "but it sure looked like it was out last night. Anyway, I hit the brakes, got turned around, and headed back this way. There was another lightning flash, then a crash. I think I was knocked out for a minute. When I opened my eyes, I saw that tree right next to my head. I was cold, wet, scared, and my face hurt. I remembered that I had an emergency kit in the trunk, so I decided to get into the back seat. It was still mostly dry back there, and I could reach the trunk by opening one side of the seat. Just as I was about to get in back, I spotted a light through the trees, and decided that a house and possible phone were better than the back seat." "So you never got in back?" the old man queried. "No," the youth returned. Then I think I have your solution," the truck driver said with a smile. During their entire conversation, the tow truck driver had been busy extricating the tree branch from the young man's car, and getting the car hooked up to the tow truck. Now the two got into the truck and headed for town. "While working on your car, I noticed that one of your back seats was down, and that there was an emergency blanket and a first aid kit on the floor in the back. Most likely you got into the back, and either passed out from the blow on the head, or just feel asleep and dreamed the whole thing." "I guess you must be right," the young man reasoned. "It seemed so real. But if there is no place that I could have been, and my emergency stuff was out, I must have just dreamed it." Several hours, and many miles later, the young man stopped to eat. When he reached for his wallet, a piece of cloth fell out of his pocket. The item he retrieved from the floor was a white silk handkerchief that smelled of lilacs.