by T. S. Hill
Taking my cock in her hands, she said, “You ready to put this bad boy back to work?”
“Sash,”, I told her, “My cock was up, what? Twice yesterday morning, and then twice again with you last night? Or, tonight, or whatever it is. If you can get it up again now, I’m sure as hell game to give it a go!”
“Remember how I swallowed this fucker just a while ago?”, she asked.
“As a matter of fact, Sash, that was fucking awesome! And, congrats! You’ve overcome your gag reflex! Awesome job! And, an awesome blow job too, by the way! You fucking blew me away. Pun intended! It was fucking awesome!”, I said, beginning to wake back up.
“Well then, just lay back and I’m going to show you awesome again! Only this time, once I get this bad boy hard again, I’m going to fuck your mind up, with some of the most awesome pussy that you’ve ever experienced!”
She began stroking my cock and licking her lips, and then she looked into my eyes with a sultry look. Then she looked back at my cock and licked her lips again. I could feel my cock stirring with the second look. After the third look, and a little more of her strokes on my cock, it was beginning to grow. When she bent forward and flicked her tongue up and down its length, it grew even more. As she took it into her mouth once again, and gently pulled her teeth across the head, it popped to a full-blown erection. When she placed her mouth fully over my cock’s head, it began pulsing. Then she ran my cock down her throat, with her lips against my nut sack, and I nearly came.
Immediately, and without hesitation, she climbed up, and sank her steaming pussy over the full length of my cock, then began bucking her hips, back and forth. Slowly at first, and then picking up the pace as we both began to breath heavier. She writhed, and bucked, on my stiff cock as though this was her first sex in months. Miraculously, I felt as though my cock was as erect, as it was for the first round of the evening. I began bucking my pelvis back against hers, helping to drive my cock home with each of our synchronized movements. With each of our combined thrusts, I could feel the tip of my cock playing against the back most wall of her vagina, and her inner walls gripping it tightly. My heart was pounding, and my breathing heavy. I gripped her magnificently huge tits as she leaned forward, bouncing her sweet ass against me to match each of my upward thrusts.
Sasha put both of her hands into her hair, intertwining her fingers in its short red ringlets. Her huge sugary tits were swinging wildly in front of her, as she bounced on my cock. She perched on my raised hips, with me wanting to drive my cock even deeper into her, but I had no more cock, and there was no more depth to her. We both pulled at each other as our bodies thrashed and plowed our way to ecstasy. Her forth orgasm of the night came quickly, and appeared to almost be a menacing seizure, as she screamed, and pulled her own hair, while thrashing wildly, impaled on my driving cock. Shortly afterwards, a wave of ecstatic bliss flowed over my body, and poured through my cock, releasing my last streams of cum, deep into the mysteries of her womanhood.
We both immediately collapsed, and I when I next awoke, Sasha’s head was resting on my stomach, while the rest of her was below, and between, my legs. It was around eight o’clock, when I finally began stirring to get up to go to the bathroom, and Sasha mumbled to me in her sleep, “You want me to get it up for you, Babe?” As I slid out of bed, she passed right back into a deep sleep. Four orgasms and the girl’s spirit was still on go! If I counted her orgasms for the last thirty-six hours, it would be more like six or seven. Hell, even I had lost count. This girl was addicted to me, or sex… or both. Like I’ve mentioned before, no matter what Sasha’s involved in doing, you can’t beat her enthusiasm!
I figured that Lori and Rosita would probably sleep for another hour or two, but that Sasha would likely rouse up, right behind me, so I made coffee for myself, and put on a pot to heat water for her tea. I set out two mugs and dropped the teabag into hers. Still groggy, I hadn’t bothered to put on any clothes, and stood beside the coffee maker while the coffee perked, in nothing but my morning stupor. Once the coffee was ready, I poured my mug full, and pulling a chair out from the low kitchen bar, sat in it, turned perpendicular to the bar. Immediately, I was reminded of the icy cold chair that I had sat down on, naked in my kitchen, a few mornings earlier when Aug dropped by. Only then did I notice that the guest house kitchen chairs all had custom fit cushions on their seats.
“I’m going to have to invest in some of these!”, I said aloud to myself.
“Invest in what?”, I heard Sasha’s sleepy voice say, as she came from the hallway and entered the great room, on the other side of the kitchen bar.
“Kitchen chair cushions.”, I replied, turning my head, and watching her padding naked across the great room. “They’re awesome for sitting on when you’re naked! They keep you from freezing your nut sack and ass off, on the cold chair seat.”
“I don’t happen to have a nut sack to freeze off, but I wouldn’t want you to freeze yours off, nor my pretty little tush.”, she quipped. I had to smile at her wit being awake this early.
“I already put a teabag in your mug and the water’s hot. Have a seat, and I’ll pour it for you.”, told her, starting to rise.
“Keep your seat, Sugar Lips.”, she said, motioning to me. “I’m already up. Let me get it, please.”
“Very well, suit yourself.”, I replied, watching her reach for her cup, and turn to the stove. Then, watching her from behind as she poured the hot water into her cup, I commented, “That is a pretty little tush that you have there. I would hate for you to freeze that off too!”
“That’s why I’m going to sit on a warm place!”, she said, returning to the bar, turning her back to me, and then sitting down sideways on my lap. She placed her right arm around my neck, gripping her tea mug in her left hand. Giving me a huge kiss, she rubbed her nose back and forth against mine, as our lips parted.
“Good morning, Sugar Lips!”, she said cheerfully.
“Good morning, Sugar Tits!”, I played at her. “You called me that last night, and now again this morning. Lori called me that too recently.”, I said bemused.
“Well, Lori can’t exclusively have that nickname for you.”. Sasha protested. “She already forbids anyone else to call you Cowboy. Besides, Sugar Lips suits you! Maybe we all should call you Sugar Lips. Whatcha think, Sugar Lips?”
“As confusing as it is being called so many different names, Stan, Tagg, Babe, Cowboy, and Amante, among others, I think that I wouldn’t want to be called that publicly, outside of our group.”, I replied.
“It’ll just be our little secret.”, she said, in a playful giggly tone, rubbing noses with me again.
“Sash,”, I began, lowering my voice to a serious tone. “Last night was really special for me. Thank you.”, I said. Hugging her slim waist with my left arm.
“Stan, Babe,”, she began, then smiled at me and said, “Sugar Lips, it was awesomely special for me. Our one on one times have always been super special for me! You know, I’ve enjoyed the group stuff that we’ve had. But our one on ones are really, really special. I don’t know about you, but I think that each of us women need that one on one, us time, with you. At least I know that I do, and you and Lori, told me already how much that meant to you guys the other night.”
“Hmm. You know. You’re right Sash. Rosita had mentioned, well, more or less demanded, some one on one time with me. And yesterday morning, while you and Lori were in the shower, was the first that we actually ever had that.”
“Why do you think that Lori and I volunteered to hit the shower first?”, she asked rhetorically.
“So, were you volunteered to have this talk with me, on everyone’s behalf?”, I asked, knitting my brows.
“I swear, Babe, we girls haven’t even discussed it!”
“Then how did you and Lori decide to take the first showers, so that Rosita and I could have one on one time?”
“I didn’t say that we decided anything. I said that’s why we did it. There are just some things that w
e women know instinctively. We don’t need to discuss them.
“That’s probably why you women will be the end of me!”, I quipped back at her. She giggled, rubbed noses with me again, hugged my neck, then laid a passionate kiss on me, that made my cock wake up, and pay attention to what was sitting just above it. Just then Lori stumbled into the doorway from the hall, holding on to the door jamb and swaying. Her head was hanging down, with her eyes fixed on the floor, and she didn’t have a stitch of clothes on. Slowly she raised her head. Her tangled hair was tumbled halfway across her eyes, but she didn’t bother moving it, peeping through the tangle.
“If you’re both alive, then I must not be dead yet.”, she groaned, and began awkwardly stumbling across the great room toward the kitchen. Sasha and I watched her from behind the kitchen bar where we sat. Finally making it to the refrigerator, she shakily pulled the door open, retrieving a carafe of orange juice, then setting it heavily on the counter. She opened the cabinet above and pulled out two tall glass tumblers, setting them both down hard on the counter.
“Oh, damn!”, she moaned, rubbing her face with both hands, and brushing her hair out of her eyes with the fingers. Then she picked up the carafe, and clumsily sloshed orange juice into the two glasses, spilling nearly as much onto the counter as she got in the glasses. Taking the two glasses of orange juice in her hands, she staggered backward two steps and paused, before turning leftward again, and awkwardly maneuvering across the great room, back to the hall doorway, where she stopped.
“Shug, get you some quality one on one time with Cowboy.”, she said without looking back.
“Oh, I’m getting my share!”, Sasha called back to her.
“Good.”, Lori replied swaying where she stood. I watched her somewhat bemused. Even hung over, and maybe still partially drunk, she was beautiful. Just watching her ass sway in the doorway, gave me a boost, and my cock went fully erect bumping against Sasha’s ass. “Cowboy, you be good to Shug.”, she told me. “She’s a sweet woman. Give her some of your sugar lips.”
“I already did.”, I responded.
“Good. Then give her some more.”, she said, starting back down the hall, then calling back to us again, “And, don’t wake me and Rosita, until after we’re dead. That way it won’t hurt so much.”, she mumbled as she faded down the darkened hallway.
“Well you heard the lady, Sugar Tits!”, I said, smiling at Sasha.
“Don’t we need to be getting to work or something?”, Sasha said, looking genuinely concerned. “I mean, if we pass on morning sex, we could catch it up after lunch or something.”
I faced Sasha with a serious look on my face and said, “As very wise woman once told me, that if you ever miss out on a piece of tail, that you can never make it up, because the next time that you have sex, it’s the next time, and then you’ve just missed out on the one you passed on.”
“Hah!”, Sasha said looking thoughtful. “That actually makes good sense. Who was this wise woman that told you that?”
“I believe it was one, Miss Lori Parsons.” I replied.
“Well who am I to argue with one of the wisest women that I know?”, she told me, shrugging her shoulders. “My room or yours, sir?”
“Ours!”. I said, setting my coffee mug on the bar, which she also did. Then, placing my right arm under her knees, and tightening my hug around her waist, I stood, picking her up with me. I headed to the spare bedroom, turning sideways to get through the hall doorway, and carried her all the way to the bed where we had briefly slept. I dropped her onto the mattress, where she bounced giggling.
“Are you going to give me some more of those sugar lips?”, she teased, winking at me with a grin.
“If that’s what my lady wants, then that’s what will be my pleasure to deliver!”, I answered enthusiastically.
“Oh, since I can order up anything I want, I’ll have a nice serving of this giant candy cane too then!”, she said, grabbing my cock and holding it firmly. Sasha looked up at me with her big blue eyes and a huge grin on her face. She looked the happiest that I remembered seeing her, since that day that she met us for that late lunch in Crockett. I paused, standing still for a moment, and took another of those mental snapshots, that I’m famous for, in my own mind.
“Are you happy with us, Sash?”, I asked.
“Hell yes!”, she said enthusiastically, grinning even bigger.
“Are you afraid of your stepfather or that motorcycle gang anymore?”
“Hell no!”, she said. “You know what, Stan?”, she said, changing her expression to one of strong determination. “I’d welcome the chance to confront those cocksuckers. I dare the sorry mother fuckers to fuck with me now! With my household at my back? I feel fucking invincible!”
“Well, you’re not invincible.”, I replied, being serious. “So, don’t even think about taking on something like that single handed.”
“Oh, fuck no, Babe. You should know by now, that I’m smarter than that! It’s just that you guys have given me confidence. I know that I can do whatever I set my mind to.”
“What kind of beast have we created?”, I said joking, all the while grinning at her.
“The kind that wants some more of those sugar lips and a nice session with this handsome cock that I have in my hand!”, she replied, giving my cock a gentle tug. Just as I put one knee on the bed to climb in with her, there was a loud knocking at the front door, followed by the doorbell.
“Who in fucking hell could that be?”, Sasha, exclaimed, sounding thoroughly disgusted.
“I don’t know.”, I told her. “But, if you’ll turn loose of my cock”, I said, tapping her hand that was holding tightly to my cock, with my finger. “I’ll put on a bathrobe, and find out.”
“Sugar Lips, you can’t answer the door with that giant hard on!”, she said giggling and letting go of my cock. “I’ll put on a robe and answer the door. You maybe should get dressed.”, she said dejectedly. “It’s starting to look like we’re going to miss this piece.”, she groused, climbing off the bed. “I’ve never missed a piece in my life! Now thanks to Lori’s pointing out her observation on postponed pieces being next time pieces, there’s no telling how many pieces I’ll miss out on during the rest of my life!”
“Life is just too fucking short to miss out on a piece of tail!”, she snorted, throwing her arms into a bath robe forcefully. “Fucking shit!”, she said, jerking the knot tight as she tied the belt in the front. “I’ll be right back, Babe.”, she said stomping out of the room. I made another mental note, to have a continued discussion with her specifically regarding Lori’s missed piece theory, and started getting dressed. Within a minute, Sasha call out down the hallway, “Babe! Annette Devoe is here, with a laptop! And, ready to go to work!”
“I’ll be right there Sash!”, I called back to her.
As I passed the master bedroom door on my way to the great room, I head Lori’s muffled, and mournful voice whining, “Bloody fucking hell! Why are people yelling?” Followed by Rosita’s trailing voice.
“I’m dying. I’m dying.”, she moaned. I ducked quickly into the bathroom and brushed my hair and teeth, splashing a little soap and water on my face, wiping it all off with a towel. Glimpsing at myself in the mirror, I didn’t judge myself as appearing to have much of a hangover, at least not an alcohol induced one. Slapping both of my cheeks, just as a personal wakeup, I headed for the great room.
As I strode into the room, Annette looked up from the mug that Sasha had just handed her, and her eyes lit up with that sparkle thing that I had noticed before. As she sat her mug on the kitchen bar, I noticed the tea tag hanging over the side of the mug.
“Miss Devoe, welcome!”, I said greeting her.
“Thank you, Mr. Hill. Please, call me Annette.”, She responded smiling sweetly.
“And, please call me Tagg. I thought that we were going to get together at Breakfast.”, I commented.
“We were, but Mr. Longworth, said that as late as it was, that he didn’t
think that you were coming, and sent me on out here. Tony sent this extra laptop with me too.”, she said, pointing to a new looking laptop on the bar top.
“Well, I’m going to finish my tea, and get dressed while you two get set up.”, Sasha said.
“Oh, thanks for the tea, Sasha!”, Annette called after her.
“No probs girl!”, Sasha chirped back to her. “I’ll be back in a jiff and we’ll get started.”
“So, what did Tony serve up for breakfast?”, I asked Annette, as I took the laptop she had brought with her over to the kitchen table to set up with the two we brought with us.
“Sausage and egg burritos.”, she quickly responded. “That’s what Mr., Longworth insists on having for breakfast every morning.” While I was under the table plugging in the laptop’s power cord, Annette had flipped it open and had taken over the process of booting it up, and checking it out.
“What data base proggie are you using?”, she asked me.
“I have no idea.”, I responded. “Sash is our guru in that area, and I’ll let her fill you in when she gets back.” Crawling back from under the table and stretching, I saw that she was busy exploring the settings of the new laptop. “I think that I’m going to skip over to the kitchen, and see if Tony has any of those burritos left. Can I bring you anything, Annette?”, I asked.
“No, I’m good. Oh, by the way, Mr. Longworth said for me to tell you that he would be flying out at noon today, headed to Cocoa Beach Florida. He has some NASA business that he said required him to be there in person. Something about a product that his plant here developed, but someone else was selling it to them. He said that he may be back tomorrow or the next day, but that he’s not sure. He said if you need anything, to ask one of us, Tony, or Mrs. Baker or me.”
“Yeah, I was afraid that shit would start happening, in addition to everything else going on.”, I said, feeling really disgusted and fed up with the whole Sam Milinni mess. “Sash should be back in a minute. Will you be okay while I run over to the main house?”, I asked her.
