by T. S. Hill
After I was sitting, completely naked, Rosita leaned over to kiss me again tenderly, and in so doing, draped her gorgeous breasts across my straining cock. My entire body went wild as she thrust her tongue into my mouth, and I felt the softness of her tits, grazing over my hypersensitive cock. When our kiss broke, she sat on the sofa beside me, to the right, placing her left arm over my shoulders. Then Rosita, leaned over and moaning, kissed me deeply again.
Her right hand slowly trickled her finger tips from the tip of my cock, down it’s shaft to my balls, which she encased in the gentle grip of her fingers, and began ever so slowly, massaging my scrotum.
We were like this when Lori reentered the room, and cued us, by also turning off the overhead light. We were both looking toward her moments later, when she flipped the switch back on, and light flooded over her amazing beauty. With our first look, both Rosita, and I, knew that she was our goddess. Lori had abandoned all but the basic panties, garter belt, red hose, and shoes of the ensemble. The vision that she presented, framed in the doorway, was beyond imagination.
Her golden curled hair, gold flecked eyes, pink lips, and perfect pink nipples that crowned her luscious ideal breasts, were only the first features of her endless beauty that captured our eyes and our imaginations. My words here, fail miserably to describe the timeless perfection of her total being. Her tanned skin, from her smoothly sculpted face, down to where her delicious thighs met her red hose, was like dark tan, velvet. Her beauty could be tasted, as it soaked into our eyes.
While her store-bought ensemble didn’t hold a candle to Rosita’s handmade panties and garter belt, Lori’s striking beauty, and overall perfection, overcame that, and raised the garments value immeasurably. Striking her own pose, with her right arm lifted above her head, upon which she leaned, the weight of her body was on her left leg, with the shapely right, crossed seductively over it. With her hips cast to her left, the contrast of her small waist, and luscious curvy hips, accentuated the whole sensuousness of her body.
Rosita and I were viewing Lori, with our bodies still tightly hugged against each other. I felt a shiver passing between her body and mine, as we responded to the vision that she presented. I think our mutual awe was readily apparent to Lori, and she played to it. After a few moments, she reanimated, and resettled in a mirror of the pose, but with her back turned to us. This view of her pose had the same overwhelming impact on us at the first pose, and only escalated our arousal. I emitted a low guttural growl, and Rosita, sighed with a faint moan.
Slowly then, Lori turned, and with her left hand sassily propped on her hip, she extended her right hand, pointing to us, and curling her index and middle fingers, signed for the two of us to come to her. As we approached, she seductively turned slowly and began sauntering toward the bedroom, with her hips in a sultry sway, and her body gently undulating with each step. I led the way behind Lori, and Rosita trailed behind me clinging to my hand.
Lori led us back into my master bed room. There, we found that she had gathered all of the hurricane candles from the kitchen, and placed them about the room. And, she had completely removed the comforter and top sheet from the bed, leaving only the mattress pad and lower sheet covering the king size bed. With the king-sized pillows strewn against the headboard, she had created an inviting love nest, surrounded by tiny, glowing, romantic candle flames.
Lori paused at the bedside and unhooking her garter clasps from her hose, removed her red lacy G-string panties, then adjusted and refastened her garter clips. Now, all that she was wearing was the red lace garter belt, red hose, and red spike heeled semi-plats. Rosita, followed Lori’s example, and had soon removed her red, butterfly, string panties, leaving her dressed only in her red lace garter belt, hose, and black spiked heels.
She began to remove her heels, and I gently grasped her arm, telling her, “No. I want you to wear your sexy shoes. Rosita flashed me a smile and, Lori’s eyes lit up, smiling as she nodded agreement.
Lori was the first onto the bed. I watched her awesome tits’ sensual wobble as she crawled across the bed. Positioning herself sitting, with her back reclining against the pillows stacked against the headboard, she splayed her legs apart. And, bending her knees, placed her red stilettos flat on the sheet’s surface.
Rosita climbed onto the bed next and crawled between Lori’s legs, positioning herself on her knees, and facing Lori. From my rear vantage, as she crawled across the bed, my eyes locked on her beautiful, glistening, pussy, that was pushed to the left, and then right, by her glorious round, naturally brown, ass cheeks.
I climbed onto the bed next and positioned myself on my right side, alongside and facing Lori. My bouncing cock was jutting into the air space between her raised thigh and her abdomen. Lori turned her goddess face toward me and parted her lips. I pressed my mouth to hers and our tongues tangled in the first dance of the afternoon. While we were locked in this kiss, Rosita leaned forward, and began planting tiny lip kisses around Lori’s navel. Gradually working her way up Lori’s torso, she added licks and tiny nips and nibbles to her mouth play.
By the time Rosita had worked her way up to Lori’s right breast, our kiss had broken and I had worked my mouth play down Lori’s neck and shoulder, and on to her leftt breast. I had her left tit in my mouth playing my tongue, teeth, and lip games upon it, while Rosita was playing her own version on her right. Both women were already moaning and whimpering to each other. During this exchange, Lori found my cock with her left hand, and began to lightly stroke up and down its length with her fingertips and nails.
Rosita rose from Lori’s breast and made a play for her mouth, with Lori rising to meet her lips. It was a heated, wet, sloppy, passionate kiss, that was almost frenetic. Both women were pitched with raging desire, and neither one of them held anything back. I had never seen a kiss between two women that was as wide open and unbridled. Soon, Rosita made her way back down to Lori’s breasts, and her hand joined Lori’s on my ecstatic cock. Their dual touch, nearly paralyzed me with bliss.
Lori began to gently writhe and undulate her body, as Rosita, began working her way back down a path along Lori’s torso. When she had orally caressed Lori’s body about half the distance back down, Rosita made and adjustment and moved her soft hand from my straining cock’s bulging shaft, to my testicles. Gently sliding her hand under their sack, she supported both of them under her cupped fingers and began tenderly massaging them.
When I let out a loud groan, she lifted her mouth from Lori’s belly and lowered her rosy lips over my cock’s engorged head, which by now was just next to her face. Gasping, I cried out. But, the muscles in my throat were so constricted with ecstasy that it was stifled into an odd startled sound. With her right hand massaging my balls, she sucked and licked the head of my cock, while Lori continued to trail teasing strokes over the length of it’s now pulsing shaft. The pleasure was so great, that I bit down hard on Lori’s nipple and she emitted a loud whimper.
Rosita pulled her lips from my cock with a loud sucking smack, and I adjusted my head to look into her eyes as she looked up at me. Her dark pupils were dilated so that it made her eyes look black and glazed over, her nostrils flared, her mouth was open with saliva trickling down one corner. Although she was panting heavily, without a change of expression, she hungrily attacked Lori’s torso again with her mouth. As I slid my left palm across Lori’s belly and up to grasp her awaiting left tit, I felt Lori’s body suddenly tense, and then her legs melt. I knew that the lips of Rosita’s searching mouth, had found and enveloped the lips of her target, between Lori’s luscious thighs.
The ladies continued to stroke and fondle my cock and testicles as I lavished attention to Lori’s face and upper torso. Sometime after Rosita began licking Lori in earnest, and their passion seemed to have reached a sustained peak, their attention to my cock, became understandably distracted, and I knew that it was time to assume a new position behind Rosita.
I edged back from them and then crawled around behind Rosita, he
ad first. I kissed my way around her ass and wound up with my lips against her pussy. My lips found that her dripping wet fingers, were already there, urging her pleasures along. When she felt my mouth on her pussy-cunt lips, she used her index and middle fingers to part her lips, allowing my tongue full access to the interiors of her steaming pleasure hole.
Her juices that had already seeped from her dripping pussy-cunt, and surrounded it, soaked into my new beard as I pressed my face hard against her, forcing my tongue as deep inside of her as it would go. And then, my tongue danced a solo dance, all the way back out, to tickle her dark, smooth, pussy-cunt lips.
As I began flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue, she shuddered and began moaning loudly. Sliding her knees back, and raising her ass higher, she parted her legs further, indicating that she was ready for me to mount her. Her body was swaying as she methodically, and vigorously licked at Lori’s pussy-cunt. And, Lori was rhythmically grunting with each swaying motion she made.
When I took my mouth from Rosita’s pussy, and raised up to reposition fully behind her, I could see Lori’s torso, writhing and bucking, her arms flailing, and hands clawing at the wooden headboard and overstuffed pillows. Her eyes were closed and her head was lying to one side. She was my beautiful queen, and I was about to mount her pretty princess. It occurred to me then, that Rosita was also my pretty princess.
Once again Rosita was waiting for me with her fingers holding her pussy-cunt’s lips open, as I slid my cock slowly and unhesitantly, all the way into her hot, firm, wetness. I felt her sweet pussy-cunt lips against my ball sack, as she released them, and moved her fingers, once again back to attend her clit. As she began toying her clit, her fingertips also massaged the base of my cock and edges of my sack.
With my cock finally deep within Rosita’s pleasure chamber, and my eyes viewing her smooth, brown, hourglass shape ahead of me, I watched as she eagerly lapped against Lori’s pussy-cunt, while Lori’s heaving breasts just ahead of that, framed Lori’s exquisitely beautiful face, posed in ecstasy. This was another mental snapshot for my permanent memory brain cells! I would never forget this vision, nor the feelings that flooded my every nerve ending.
Motivated out of sexual enthusiasm, I swung both arms out and around, bringing each hand palm back to land flatly on each cheek of Rosita’s delectable ass. With the loud crack that it made, Rosita also cried out, with her mouth still pressed against Lori’s bucking pussy-cunt. Something in this, sent Lori over the edge, and triggered the beginnings of her orgasm. She began crying out and bucking wildly against Rosita’s tongue and mouth, and within a few seconds Rosita, began rhythmically moaning, louder and longer with each moan.
As they both approached their full eruptions, I thought that they were going to cum simultaneously, but Lori suddenly erupted into a full-blown orgasm, like I had only heard out of her once before. Her outcry was more like a painful scream, but I knew that it was immense pleasure flowing over her whole being.
Before Lori had finished crying out, Rosita screamed at me, “De mierda me Tagg. ¡Venga, sí! ¡Fuck me!” Next, she threw her head back, emitting a loud wail that built to a scream. At the same time, I felt the walls of her pussy-cunt, close tightly around my plunging cock, and the muscles of her ass under my resting hands tensed, drawing her velvet skin taunt.
I gripped each side of her beautiful brown ass with vice clenched fingers, and doubled my pace of pulls and thrusts, while slamming each thrust home with a near violent force. Just as Rosita’s wail was subsiding, her pussy-cunt muscles were clenching tightly around my thrashing cock. I began to lose my control, and the muscles from the bottom of my legs, up through my hips, back, and shoulders, clenched into an uncontrollable spasm. I opened my eyes, and Lori was studying my face.
Lori and I continued to stare into each other’s eyes, as my cum launched with a huge explosion, of release and nerve pulse, through my cock, into the depths of Rosita’s belly. That surge was followed by another, then another, and a fourth, before I felt the fifth surge that was reduced in both volume and force. The sixth surge, left me with definite finality.
Lori had collapsed on her back against the pillows, her head looking forward. Her glazed eyes looking into mine, she still was breathing hard and deep. Rosita dropped her head, her right cheek against Lori’s inner left thigh, with her lips against the lips of Lori’s pussy-cunt. She kept her ass perched high against my pelvic front. My cock still deep within her, I could feel each after-twitch of her internal muscles. Exhausted, I partially propped myself upright with my hands, still holding on to her fine looking, rounded ass.
As my breathing slowed, I slowly began rubbing and massaging Rosita’s ass, in appreciation for the immense pleasure, with which I was still glowing. Lori’s and Rosita’s breathing soon slowed also, and Lori smiled at me. Rosita lifted her head, looking at Lori. Lori raised her head slightly also, and smiled at Rosita. Although I couldn’t see Rosita’s face, I surmised that she was smiling back at Lori. I thought that if I had a mirrored headboard, I would have been able to see Rosita’s smile, which gave me the idea that I proposed to Lori and Rosita immediately.
With my cock still in Rosita, and her ass in my hands, I looked at Lori and asked, “What would you girls think of redecorating this room with a mirrored ceiling and walls?”
“Deal!”, squealed Lori.
“¡Sí!”, blurted Rosita.
“I think it would be “almost” as awesome as this was!”, Lori added.
“This was fucking awesome, wasn’t it?”, I rhetorically asked.
“Fucking A!”, Lori answered enthusiastically.
“Fahking A!”, Rosita endorsed.
“Fucking A!”, I shouted, giving a thumb up, as my cock slid from Rosita’s pussy-cunt.
“Ah sheet!”, Rosita exclaimed.
“What?”, Lori and I said, in unison.
“Is nothing.”, Rosita answered, sounding disappointed.
“No, Rosita, tell us.”, Lori told her.
“I was only wishing that Tagg stay in me until all hard again. This is all. It has been a long time for Rosita and his, you say, cock? It feel good. Very nice!”
Lori giggled. We tried that once, and it didn’t work for us either.”, she explained to Rosita.
“I playfully gave Rosita three rapid smacks on the side of her ass. Don’t worry princess! They’ll be plenty of times, for us all to try that again.”
“Deel!”, squealed Rosita.
“Yes! Deal!”, squealed Lori.
Chapter Seven
Same Place, Same Day, Different Game
In covering our bodies, we sometimes reveal our true souls.
For about an hour, following our afternoon liaison, we all three lounged around in the big bed, chatting, caressing, and fondling each other. Our conversations were light and playful. I called it our naked bonding hour. Finally, we extricated ourselves from each other’s arms and legs, and began to dress to resume the various tasks, that we needed to be about. I had almost as good a time watching these two women put clothes on, as I had seeing it all come off!
Lori asked me where I had put the laptop, and as I was telling her, I reminded her to check the various email accounts. I was interested in all three of the new ones that we had set up, and wanted to set up an additional account that the federal OCTF could contact me on. I was hoping that they would promptly review the info that Steve would be sending them any day now.
Rosita, who had dressed first, kissed, Lori, and then me, and thanked us both for accepting her into our circle, just the way she was. We both expressed our gratitude for her acceptance of us, and told her how glad we were that things were working out between all of us. As a final gesture, I indicated, that if it was alright with Lori, that she was welcome to sleep over with us that night. Lori seemed very eager for her to, and Rosita excitedly accepted. I jokingly told them that it was a bedclothes optional sleepover.
Lori and Rosita must have, off and on, chatted privately about this, and final
ly they came back to me together to announce, that they had decided to choose the no bedclothes option. I didn’t have the heart, or the guts, to tell them that I had been, at least partially, joking. Tonight, I really didn’t care if they came to bed naked or wearing lingerie, just as long as they came to bed! Although it had only been a few hours since we were piled up in the bed and getting our jollies together, I was already more than ready, and willing, to give those two hot ladies a second go!
I was in the den, sorting through Lori’s evidence files, and Rosita was somewhere in the house, cleaning, making grocery lists, and the like, when Lori came out of my office and asked me to come look at an email from Sasha. I went into the office and leaned intently over her shoulder, as she sat in my chair at the desk, and scrolled through the genealogy report that Sasha had put together. I was impressed with the high degree of Sasha’s professionalism, which showed through the whole report.
Her notations about sources, degrees of reliability, source backgrounds, etc., supported everything that she had documented. She frequently linked weak, or non-supported source info, back to other info that was well supported from proven sources and records. That helped in some instances to substantiate otherwise weak information. In other instances, those same types of links, helped to clearly discredit the questionable data, which explained why it had been eliminated from the report.
In the end, she had a thorough, genealogy path, from a single immigrant’s arrival to North America in 1663 at an unmapped Virginia Colony, in a not yet constituted United States, all the way to her birth. His name was Atherton Adamson. I was extremely impressed, and had an idea how Sasha could become extremely valuable to my operation. And, I could see that she could potentially benefit the nonprofit that we planned to start commemorating Lori’s mother, not just greatly, but perhaps exponentially.
