by T. S. Hill
“I only ask for one restriction, and this is for all three of us actually, myself, Rosita, and Sasha.”
“Sure, what is it Lori?”
“Don’t cum in her face, until Rosita and I are both there to participate.”
“Didn’t I already cum in her face, in the library? And, with your assistance?”
“Yeah, but that was supposed to be punishment from me to her. And, I’m ashamed of my behavior on that one occasion. But, this will be sort of a ritual, initiation if you will. Like it was for Rosita.”
“I get it. A bonding event if you will?”
“Something like that Cowboy. It’s a girl thing. I’m sure Sasha will understand.”
“Okay, no cum facials! Anything else?”
“Nope! Have fun, and when the time comes, fuck her brains out! When it’s finally my turn, I sure plan to enjoy her! I bet you’re actually looking forward to putting your big dick between those big olé titties. Nothing like a titty fuck from a big titted girl, eh?”
“Lori, I hadn’t actually let myself think about that yet. But now that you’ve brought it up, well, what can I say?”
“Just take your time Cowboy, and when the time comes, don’t hold anything back! And always remember Cowboy, how much I love you!”
“Lori, that’s the one thing that I’ll never forget. That, and the nude mental snapshots I’ve made of you!”
“How about take one of this!”, she said, standing with one foot on the floor and hiking her other up on the bed, showing off her newly waxed pussy to me.
“Hold that pose!”, I teased. “I want to take this shot from several angles to create a montage.”
“Is that a fucking French word you used, Cowboy Hill?”
“No! Actually, I think it’s a Choctaw word meaning many pussies!”, I teased. She cackled laughing.
“Hi guys, what’s up?”, came Sasha’s voice from over my shoulder.
“C’mon in Sash! We were just joking around.”, I explained. “Lori was showing me her new, full Brazillian wax job, and I was trying to make points with jokes.”
“Were they any better than usual Lori?”, Sasha asked.
“Look who’s cracking jokes now!”, I quipped, and everybody laughed. “Did Sal leave?”
“Yeah”, Sasha said, “We finished for the day, and she said she would be back to pick up Lori just after lunch.”
“Sash, Lori and Sal are going shopping for some porn and clothes, and I don’t know what, sex toys? Sal needs that shit, and Lori needs some clothes. If you wanna go you can, if not then you don’t have to. I’ve got plenty of work that you and I can get done together this afternoon. It’s up to you. Whatever you decide to do.”
Well to tell you the truth, Sally’s kinda dull.”, Sasha began. No harm meant. She’s sweet as sugarcane, and very attractive, but just freaky tall, and fucking dull. She definitely did the right thing coming to me and Lori for some advice, and I don’t mind taking the time to try to help her. Like I said, she’s sweet and all, and heaven knows she needs the help! But I’ve kinda had my fill today, if you know what I mean.
“Freaky tall, Shug?”, Lori asked. “She was sitting when I came into the kitchen and never stood up the whole time. How tall is she?”
“Freaky tall!”, Sasha reiterated
“She’s five feet and eleven inches,”, I interrupted. “She’s an inch shorter than me, and I’m an inch shorter than Aug.”
“Wow! That is a little extra tall for a woman.”, Lori commented.
“Anyway, Lori,”, Sasha cut back in, “Stan said that you could pick up a pair of black flats for me, and that’s all I really need.”
“Really? Black flats?”, Lori said making a face.
“Look at what she’s wearing!”, I offered.
Lori stepped around the side of the bed and looked at Sasha’s black Mary Janes.
“Oh, shit girl! Don’t you need some white flats too? For summer?”
“I guess I could. I don’t want to ask for anything though. I’ll earn my own way.”, Sasha explained.
“Sasha, you have earned your months contract fee, whatever it is, just by cleansing the RealMart surveillance files”, I said emphatically. If you don’t do anything but sit on your ass for the rest of the month, you’ve more than earned your keep! If you need something, please let us know now!”
“Nah, I don’t need anything else. Oh, maybe some John Easton tea? For breakfast and late-night work?”
“Get her the black flats, the white flats, blue flats, red flats, and any other color they got, and a damn case of John Easton tea! Now Sasha, I want you to strip and show Lori and me your new Brazilian wax. Then, get your shower and prepare to spend the day geeking out with me on a bunch of data crunching!”
“Sounds great Stan!”, Sasha piped up. “Oh, since you’re offering, there is one more thing I could use.”
“Name it girl!”, I said.
“This fucking air-conditioning is chilly on my pale legs. Could I get a couple of pair of panty hose or maybe some yoga pants to wear around here when I’m working?”
“Several pairs of both!”, I said with finality.
“Adding them to my mental shopping list now!”, Lori quipped. “Okay, Shug, get those Mary Janes and shorts off and show us your wax job!”
Sasha, unabashedly stripped completely. Much to my delight, the first thing that she took off was the tied-up oxford shirt, freeing her fabulous tits with the huge brown nipples that had fascinated me, ever since my first glimpse in the public library in Crockett. Next, she kicked off her Mary Janes, and then peeled her satin shorts and panties, together down her legs, finally tossing them on the bed.
“See!”, she said, proudly spreading her legs and thrusting her pussy forward.
I was bowled over! The salon had trimmed her thickly thatched bush to a nice quarter inch, flat finish, then dyed it to match her naturally appearing red hair and eyebrows. Then they had shaped the pubic patch like a heart, with the hood over her clit, forming a keyhole pattern through the bottom point of the heart.
“That’s totally fascinating, unique, and beautiful!”, I exclaimed. “Who came up with that?”
“Shug did!”, Lori said excitedly. “Isn’t it just the neatest pube patch you’ve ever seen?”
“Actually, it is!”, I replied. “You might want to go for something like that yourself next time, Lori.”
“I was already waxed when I saw it, or I would have tried something else, like maybe a diamond or a triangle. But, I was already slick, when Sasha came up with that, so I’ll have to wait until at least next time.
“You guys really like it?”, Sasha asked.
“I fucking love it, Sasha!”, we both said simultaneously, sounding almost harmonic.
“There you go again with that neat shit!”, Sasha said grinning.
“Did Rosita see this yet?”, I asked.
“Not yet.”, Sasha answered.
“We’ve got to show it to her when she gets here today!
“You really want me to?”, Sasha asked.
“Hell yeah! It’s beautiful! You’re beautiful!”
“You really think so Stan?”, she asked eagerly.
“Hell yeah! Now go get your shower! We got work to do Sugar Tits!”
“Yes sir! I mean, yes Stan! Sorry! I didn’t mean to fuck up.”
“Sasha, you didn’t fuck up. You had a slip of the tongue. I spank people when they fuck up. Within the last two days, Lori and Rosita have both gotten spankings from me. Have I spanked you yet?”
“No. No, Stan, you haven’t”
“Then you haven’t fucked up yet! Now go get your shower! We’ve got some big-time geek work to do!”
“You got it Stan!”, she quipped, almost skipping off to the shower. For the first time, I saw her bare ass departing a room. It was really sweet!
“Nice ass eh, Cowboy?”, Lori commented, also noticing the firm round porcelain cheeks.
“Damn sure is, Lori Parsons. Damn sure is.”
, I drawled back at her.
Lori totally charged me at that moment, knocking me over on the bed where I had been sitting. Throwing her mouth over mine, she began ripping my shirt to tatters, and tearing at my belt. By the time that Sasha had the shower water adjusted, and I heard the shower door close, Lori and I were both naked, and she was straddling me, wildly riding my cock!
We had both been so turned on by the talk of the morning with Sal, and Lori’s and Sasha’s beautiful bodies, that we could hold back no longer. By the time Sasha came out of the shower, our naked bodies were sprawled across the bed, spent from our rushed quickie.
“Aw fuck! I missed out again!”, she said upon seeing us like that.
“Your day is coming, Shug! I promise you.”, Lori tried to sooth her. “And I bet it might just be real soon. Maybe sooner than you, or anybody else thinks!”
“I fucking hope so! Sasha replied, to the both of us. “Because since we’ve met, all I’ve done is finger fuck myself, and get hornier! I love you guys, and you’re generous as hell with your food, and money. But, I’m hoping that whatever milestone you two are waiting to pass, hurries the hell up, and passes into oblivion!”
“We’ll work on that Sash!”, I promised. “We’ll definitely work on that!”
Chapter Thirteen
Going Deep
There’s always a depth beneath the surface, the thing is, we never know just how deep it is.
After Lori had gone to shower, Rosita came in with two arms full of groceries, and more in her car to be brought up. Sasha and I jumped in and brought all the bags up, while Rosita put everything away.
“Well, it looks like we’ll have plenty to eat for a while!”, I exclaimed, setting the final bag on the kitchen table.
“¡Sí!”, Rosita answered decisively. “I should not have to buy the food again, until two weeks. I think about the extra people also. So, two weeks. Even then, will not be so much.”
“Great! You know that’s the way I like things done! I despise being out of something.”
“Oh, Rosita knows!”, she replied, cutting her eyes at me smiling.
“Rosita, I know that you have a lot of house stuff to do, so we will be out of your way in the den and office. We have a lot of work to do, plus turning the office into a bedroom for Sasha. Lori and Sally are going clothes shopping for Lori, and maybe some stuff for Sally. Do you need anything while they are out? Oh! And can you let Lori and Sal know where you found that red dress of yours? They would like to get some Brazilian design dresses. Lori and I were very impressed with yours.”
“No, Tagg. I do not need anything at the momento. I will tell them how to find the shop. They both have the very feminine figure to make the Brazilian design sexy! Sasha, also has the nice figure for the Brazilian designs, but must be careful to fit because of the big buzooms!”
“Sash, be sure to give Lori and Sal your sizes, before they leave. Just out of curiosity, what is your cup size?”
“Triple E.”, she quipped nonchalantly.
“That’s about what I thought.”, I mumbled, as I turned around heading to the den.
“Well, off to work I go!”, Sash quipped, following in behind me. As I left the room, I could hear Rosita, quietly giggling for some reason or another.
I spent what remained of the morning briefing Sasha on what I actually do for a living, the true story behind how Lori and I met, and generally getting her up to date as to where we stood with my current assignment of Sam Milinni. I even warned her to not mention his name in the presence of Lori, but to just generally refer to him as the SOB.
I also filled her in about my sister Allie, and her boyfriend and my attorney, Steve Everstein. I gave her a brief overview of the work that I had done for Al Longworth in the past, and the fact that we would be starting some work for him, even while we were processing the remainder of the Milinni files and data.
After rearranging some furniture, she and I moved the desk to the den. By the time that Rosita had lunch ready, Sasha had all of the computer gear set up and working with our new lightning fast net connection.
Rosita had prepared a light soup and sandwiches lunch for us, and around noon, the four of us sat down together to share the meal. For the first time since her arrival, Sasha ate a normal portion and seemed to be satisfied. I was thinking that perhaps, her previously ravenous appetite had only been a temporary situation. I still wondered what had occurred with her recent past, and was determined to get her to share her story with, at least me, if not our whole hodgepodge family/household that was incrementally fitting together.
I realized that our little household was an odd composition for a family, but I cared for each of these women in a special and different way. They too, each in their own way, cared for me and each other. If those established bonds continued to strengthen and grow, and petty jealousies and selfish wants weren’t allowed to fester, then possibly our unusual arrangement just might work for us. I was more than willing to give it my best, as long as Lori was in the mix. At this point though, I wasn’t so sure that it would suit me without her.
Lori was still my main concern and main desire. I didn’t want to slight either Sasha or Rosita, but for now, my core was Lori. After the table was cleared, I voiced my concerns about her shopping trip with Sally.
“Sweetheart, I want you and Sal to be extra careful out there today. I don’t think that anyone’s likely to recognize you, but please, don’t let down your guard for one minute.”, I told her.
“I’ll have Grand Pa’s peace maker, cocked and locked, and an extra mag. And don’t worry, I’ll definitely keep an eye out for any indicator of trouble.”, Lori answered. “Does Sally carry?”
“Most definitely! Aug has made sure that she is well trained, and well armed.”
“Then we should be fine.”, she replied. “We’re going in her car, so no worries that Little Poss may have been, somehow made. By the way, what would you all think of Sally as a blonde? I’m thinking blonde, in one of those Brazilian designed dresses with a short, slit, hemline, a pair of those dark textured hose, a pair of stiletto semi plats. Go a little heavy on the makeup. What do you guys think?”
“¡Sí! Will be a hot look for Senora Sally.”, Rosita pipped up.
“She’ll probably pull off the blonde better than I did.”, Sasha chimed in.
Finally, I chimed in, “I don’t think that she could do blonde as good as you, Sweetheart, but thinking about her as a brunette, red head, or with black hair, just doesn’t work. Considering the mousey light brown, it is now? Yeah, blonde with highlights, streaks or whatever you call that, would actually work best for Sal. With the right style? It could be really hot on her! That should light Aug’s fire anyway, if that’s what you’re going for.”
“That’s exactly what we’re going for.”, Lori offered back. “You know how you thought that maybe she was looking for some group action, something like us four?”
“Yeah, she essentially said to me that she wanted something like what she saw when we were all in the shower the other morning.”, I replied. “So, I just assumed, group stuff, or same sex stuff. So, what is it she wants?”
“You said you wouldn’t ask, and for us not to talk about it.”, she quipped back. Sasha nodded her head in agreement. “Rosita, she wants to talk with you also.”
“What about does Senora Sally wish to talk to me, Rosita? We talk, many times, every week. Is something new?”
“Okay. I guess it’s not that big of a deal. What do you think Shug?”, Lori asked, speaking directly to Sasha.
“I don’t see the big deal, as long as you don’t ever say anything to her husband, Stan.”, Sasha answered.
“Rosita, Cowboy, here’s the deal. Sally just wants to get Aug off of his rut of missionary position only, ho hum, same old, same old, sex. She’s not hot after a woman or another man, she just wants some play and excitement in the mix. She wants some exciting sex with Aug! That’s it! Nothing more! Nothing less. She just needs some help, getting the c
reative juices flowing, and dragging Aug into some alternative approaches and positions. She wants to suck him off in the shower, have him stick it up her ass, dress up, do some role playing. That’s it.”
“She needs to talk with me? Rosita? For this? What is to tell her? Get on your knees and suck the man’s deek!”
“Well, actually,”, I began, “none of you know Aug the way I do, or Sal either for that matter. If you’re going to change one of Aug’s habits, it’s going to take some leverage, some power, some vaa vaa voom!”
“Stan’s right!”, Sasha interjected. “What Stan knows is the same thing that I saw in Sally. Maybe because we’re both geeks we’re more sensitive to it. Sally definitely needs our help! I haven’t met Aug yet. But if he’s anything at all like Sally, then what we’ve got here is one stick in the mud trying to move another stick in the mud. If you don’t think you should address any of this with Aug or Sally, Stan, it could be that both of them need to talk with Lori, Rosita, and myself. Because, that’s what I think we’re dealing with here is two sticks in the mud, and right now, only one of them wants to stir up the mud.”
“I will leave this entire matter in you ladies’ hands.”, I said, as I heard a car coming into the drive. “That’s probably Sal now!” I kissed Lori goodbye and admonished her once more to be extra careful. As she closed the door behind her, I turned to Rosita. “What’s for dinner, Princess?”
“It is, as you say, a great surprise!”, she replied, with a coyness in her manner. “You have work to do, and Rosita has work to do. So off to do your work Tagg!”
“I’m off to do my work!”, I said turning toward the den. “C’mon Sugar Tits! You have work to do also.”
“Tagg!”, Rosita called out to me harshly. “Why do you talk so to the pretty senorita? Her name is like a song and you call her sugar teets?”
“It’s okay Rosita!”, Sasha jumped in. “He means it like a term of endearment. It’s a pet name. He means it as a complement. I like for him to call me that! Really! I like it!”
