by T. S. Hill
“Tagg, I see this not as my female lover, but our shared female lover.”, Lori interjected.
“I guess I just haven’t dared to think of it that way Lori, but thank you! That is exactly what it will be.”
“¡Sí! Is true!”, agreed Rosita.
I noticed that Lori’s fingers were now gently stroking Rosita’s upper chest, above her cleavage, that was exposed by the low cut of her red dress. Rosita’s sultry eyes were reflective of the pleasure which she was finding in it. Lori, standing above and behind her, was looking down on her head. I didn’t know if she was studying Rosita’s beautiful black, pinned up, hair ringlets, or looking down at her lush and ample cleavage. It didn’t matter. They were both enjoying their close moment, and I continued.
“Then my second, will be me and Lori with our female lover. I haven’t thought of a third actually, and I don’t do men at all! So, no two men for me either! I think we are all in agreement on no two men!”
“Yes!”, answered Lori.
“¡Sí!”, said Rosita, “Oh, and you spoke of Sasha of Texas, does not want two men either. So, there is the four of us agree, no two men! Yes?”
“Yes!”, Lori and I answered again in unison. Then laughed together.
“Which brings up another question.” I said, holding up my index finger. “Lori, you and I haven’t discussed this at all. You and I both like Sasha very much. And she likes us. If things work out, okay then. And, I think it is evident that the three of us here, are all very much on the same page.”
“Tagg Hill!” Rosita exclaimed my name. “You have professed your attraction and affection for me. But you do not show it. How am I to think we are, as you say, on the same page? She raised her left hand and gently patted Lori’s left arm that was across her chest. This is to show affection and attraction.”
“She has a point Tagg.”, Lori matter-of-factly agreed, slowly nodding her head, with a peaceful smile on her face. I rose from my chair and walking around them, paused to drag my right palm across Lori’s sweet ass with applied pressure. Finally, I stood in front of Rosita. Placing my left hand on the table to brace myself, I leaned down and forward, and placing my lips against her pouting, rose petal lips, I kissed them once, and then she gently parted her lips and accepted my tongue.
We held the kiss for at least a minute, with our tongues dancing and tangling in a gentle tango. As her lips had opened to my kiss, I brought my right hand to rest on the calf of her right leg which she had crossed over her left, and for the remainder of our kiss, continued to slowly stroke her leg up to her exposed knee. When our kiss broke, we delivered a few small lip nibbles and lip kisses to each other, while she made whimpering moans, and then I stood erect again, while letting my fingers trail from her shapely hosed leg.
“Is that a language that convinces you Rosita?”, I asked.
“It is the language that I can feel. So, I know you have affection for Rosita. But this is the language that I can see that says you are aroused by Rosita!”, she said, raising her left hand, and with her fingers, firmly stroking my now bulging hard erection through my pants. As I swallowed hard, I noticed that Lori’s arms were no longer crossed over Rosita’s chest, but her hands were now placed on either side of her chest and her gentle strokes were inching lower toward Rosita’s bulging breasts. Rosita rolled her head back and looked up at Lori. Lori kissed her gently on the forehead. Rosita moaned and dropped her fingers from my now raging hard cock. It was straining against my pants leg in a most uncomfortable way. Taking a deep breath, I used both hands and tried to adjust my cock for a little comfort.
“Rosita, you look so hot in this dress! I can’t take my hands off of you!”, Lori said.
“Then do not take your hands off of me, Lori. But, you and Tagg, and maybe me, Rosita, need to answer the question.”
“What question?”, Lori asked.
“The question that Tagg was asking about Sasha of Texas, before I talk too much again, and we are getting, how you say, comfortable with us?”
“Close enough, Rosita.”, I said.
“Oh.”, Lori signed. “What was the question?”
“I didn’t ask it yet. And I’m not sure exactly what or how to ask.”, I said. I suppose just put it like this. Where I left off was, well. Never mind that. Let’s just say there’s you and me and Rosita? And, you and me and Sasha? And, do we reconcile two different female lovers for us, or do they reconcile with each other, or what if we’re all four together?
“That’s a lot of questions, that I don’t really have answers for Tagg.”, Lori said, sort of staring off into space.
“It’s just something to think about is all I’m saying. I’m sure Sasha and Rosita will have thoughts on it too. I mean this is starting to get, well hasn’t yet, but could get complicated!
“Yes, it could.”, Lori said, just a little dejected.
“Is not so complicado.”, Rosita spoke up. “I am happy to embrace Tagg and Lori, and I would like to meet this Sasha of Texas. She sounds very interesting. Is she pretty, also?
“Yes, she’s very pretty.”, Lori answered. “A strikingly beautiful girl, well, woman. She also looks very young for her age, just as you Rosita.”
“And, has huge tits with these very large brown nipples!”, I commented.
“Men! It is always the boobs, eh Lori?”, Rosita quipped.
“Not always men, Rosita.” she replied, and trailed her fingers across Rosita’s exposed upper breasts.
Rosita sighed, and replied, “Is true. I like them too!” “Like I say.”, Rosita began again. “I would like to meet this Sasha of Texas, and if okay with everybody like we okay with everybody here, then everything is fine. If okay with Sasha of Texas also. All is good. Now Rosita has a question and another question. Two questions.
“Rosita, that’s an excellent way to handle this whole confusion.”, Lori responded.
“Until we can all resolve that, what?
“I am resolved for us here.”, Rosita said.
“I guess I am too.”, Lori said.
“Then I’m in.”, I added. So, are we all going to Texas or is Sasha coming here?”, Rosita asked.
“I don’t know that yet, but either way, it’s a great idea, and we’ll cross that bridge as we get to it! I like making executive decisions like that!”, I said jokingly.
“Executive is sexy Tagg, isn’t it Lori?”
“Mmm yeah!”, Lori cooed back. “Almost as sexy as this dress is on you!”, she said turning her attention back to Rosita.”
“It is a Brazilian design. Made in China. But, a Brazilian design. The cuts and fit is all Brazilian. It is designed to be sexy on a woman. Not to just cover her up, but to show her off. I am glad you like it. The shoes are Brazilian also. The hose though, Cheap China sheet! I love everything Brazilian! Brazilian wines! Food! Celebrations! I love all of it! The Brazilian people are sensual, they celebrate life, they enjoy. I have the Brazilian wax! I love that too!”
“The full wax?”, Lori questioned.
“No, I like to leave what the men call a landing strip, up top. It says I am no child, I am woman!”
“I have the full Brazilian.”, Lori replied. “I like mine all clean.”
“Cowboy, do you have a preference?”, Lori asked.
“I like pussy!”, I said. “I like clean, or with a landing strip! It doesn’t matter to me which way at all. Each of you ladies do what you like with it. I’ll love pussies either way! Except like we discussed Lori, Sasha has got to have at least a trim.”
“We agreed on that!”, Lori replied.
“I have an excellent solon here, to which we can all go.”, Rosita offered. “So, it is settled also.”
“You like the dress Lori? I think you like the silk Spanish lace bragas that I make. They make the sexy hot!”
“Oh, I’d love to see those!”, Lori replied
“I am wearing for this special occasion. They are the rojo bragas y liguero rojo.
“Would you like to see them? I don�
�t mind modeling them for you.”
“Oh! I would love it! Rosita please. Yes!
“Would you like for me to model my rojo bragas y liguero rojo for you also Tagg?”, Rosita asked.
“Oh, hell yes!”, I fired back.
“May I use your bedroom to prepare?”, she asked.
“Sure! I eagerly answered. “Use anything you want to! Mi casa es tu casa. Use anything you want!”
“Tagg, you and Lori wait in your sitting room, and I will come there. Is okay?”
“That’ll be great Rosita!”, I said. “Take your time! We’ll be waiting. No! Don’t take your time! Hurry up!”
Lori and Rosita both laughed, as Rosita went off to the bedroom and Lori clapped her hands and jumped on her tiptoes, saying, “Oh! Goody!”
As soon as we entered the den I heard a cell phone ringing and Rosita answer. Shortly after that, she called out to me in a loud voice. “That was Señor Aug! He say he is go to inspect the drilling platform for fire, and will not be here today. He say you will know what he says.”
“Thanks Rosita!”, I called back.
“Who’s Aug?”, Lori asked.
“Oh, yeah.”, I answered. You were fast asleep when we got in last night. Aug is my next-door neighbor and life long, best friend. But, breakfast this morning, that was Aug! We grew up in Oklahoma City together, and came here for fire school together. He became a fireman, and I got into what I do. But, we’re still best friends and neighbors. He lives about three hundred yards through the woods that way.” I said pointing toward the north-east wall of the den. And watches out for things around here when I’m gone.”
“Will I get to meet him?” Lori questioned.
“For sure! I replied. “If not this trip here, then the next time we come back.”
“I like that idea of a next time we come back”,
“Now that you mention it, so do I!”, I replied. Lori and I had taken seats on the sofa, side by side to wait on Rosita to reappear. “So, what do you think?”, I asked.
“I’m excited!”, she said. Aren’t you?”
“Fucking A!”, I said.
“Fucking A!”, she replied. Then suddenly the light in the windowless den went out.
“Oh fuck!”, Lori said, probably expecting the worst.
“Now what?”, I exclaimed, not really expecting trouble here.
“Is me!”, Rosita spoke sensually, and then the light came back on. Rosita was standing in the door way, with her hands clasped together over her head. She had let down her long black ringlets that spilled over each shoulder and down either side of her chest touching the top portion of her bare, breasts. Her raised arms helped support her luscious ample tits. She had one of the greatest sets of tits that I had ever laid eyes on, second only to Lori’s.
They weren’t as large as Sasha’s enormous mounds, but they were exquisitely shaped and sized about half way between Lori’s perfect tits, and Sasha’s huge melons. Her areolas were a light tan in color, and tinged with a sexy pink that graduated to the almost red nipples. She must have pinched her nipples before she turned the lights on, because they were both erect, and invitingly protruding. Her nipples weren’t as beautiful as Lori’s sexy, hot pink, nipples, but they were pretty, and more sensuous than the dark brown of Sasha’s freakishly huge, dark brown nipples. I was looking forward to getting my mouth over Sasha’s big browns, but as Rosita stood in the door, I could hardly restrain myself from rushing her, and plunging my mouth over her amazing tits.
Looking back to her face, I noticed the feminine delicate way that her eyebrows arched above her beautiful brown eyes, her slender nose pointing to her sensuous full, plump, rosy lips. Where Lori had the face of a goddess, and Sasha that of a beauty queen, Rosita’s face was that of a Latin angel! Her olive skin from the top of her head to where her upper thighs met with her nude hose, appeared smooth, flawless, and invitingly warm. Her small waist, like Lori’s, accented her sensuous curves toward her widening hips.
The muscles of her toned tummy were ripped! She wore in her navel, a piercing of a tiny silver chain, from which dangled a ruby red stone, pointing to her faint love trail of fine, dark, hair that so many hot Hispanic women have between their navel and their pubic region. My eyes followed it to the top of her red, silk lace, garter belt which traversed her curvy, full hips. The silk lace of the garter belt was an exquisite work of art in and of itself. And, just below the garter belt, was the daintiest, shear, red silk lace, butterfly panties that I had ever seen. These were the two garments that Rosita had made herself. I was not only turned on, I was amazed and impressed at her craftsmanship. This was the hottest set of panties/garter belt combo that I had ever seen, and the woman wearing them was even hotter. I could just make out the dark landing strip that she had mentioned earlier, peeking from behind, and a little above, the silk lace butterfly.
The faint vision of the slit of her pussy lips called to me through the sheer, lacy delicacy. Yes! Delicacy! I would have eaten those panties off of her, if I could have moved, but I was mesmerized, and frozen in place, by what I was seeing. Rosita was the vision of exactly what female sexuality is. She was steaming my brain, and my cock was already painfully straining against my tight pants leg, throbbing with each beat of my heart. I knew that my heart beat was increasing, and as I breathed deeper now, I could feel the rush of air flowing through my flaring nostrils.
Lori had initially gasped loudly upon viewing Rosita in her pose. Now, I could hear Lori’s breathing becoming deeper and raspy. She uncrossed her legs and slapping my leg, her hand gripped the top of my thigh, almost as if she were in a panic.
My eyes followed down Rosita’s left leg, from the round of her dark thigh, and the clasp of her garter belt, to her spiked, black, Brazilian heels, and then back up the curvy path of her second shapely, stocking clad, sexy, hot leg. My eyes finally settled on the faint outline of the pursed lips of, what I knew would be, her juicy and tasty, pussy. I wanted this woman, almost as bad, as I had first wanted Lori. Despite how much I loved Lori and still wanted her, I wanted this woman too! I wasn’t sure that I would be able to control myself for much longer. I was becoming enchanted, very much like what happened when Sasha had entered our conference room at the library in Crockett. I wanted Lori now, and I wanted to devoir this angel, along with her. From her pussy outward, I wanted it all! Everything that was her, I had to possess!
“Oh, Cowboy! I can’t compete with that!”, Lori suddenly interjected.
“You don’t have to my Sweetheart!”, I responded. “You are my queen, and she, your princess! Go dress in the red ensemble, that I bought for you and Sasha!”
“Queen Lori is going now to dress!” I announced, without understanding why I said what I did, or where it came from.
“Rosita, did a perfect curtsy, and bowed to Lori, then simply said, “My queen!” As Lori passed beside her on her way to the bed room, while still bowed, Rosita, asked, and in perfect English, “May I make my king comfortable while my queen is preparing?”
Lori replied, “As you wish, Princess!”, and then vanished through the doorway. Rosita’s eyes narrowed, and she smiled, molding her face into a sensuous expression that made my cock throb even harder.
As Lori disappeared, Rosita, lowered her arms, letting her mesmerizing tits relax, then she slowly began walking toward me, with each step being a deliberate move that undulated her dark, hot, nearly perfect, smooth skinned, body in my direction. Her voluptuous tits swayed with the rhythm of her walk, and her swaying hips broadcast a hypnotic spell of sexual ecstasy, that washed over me, gripping me like an orgasmic vise!
The spell I was under with Rosita was even stronger than the one cast by Lori and Sasha in the library conference room. I had lost all control of my body and was at the moment, subject to the will of this woman. I could not speak, and could not move. Although I felt that I should panic, I didn’t. I surrendered myself to the angel approaching me, and knew that she meant me no harm. I knew that she was only intent on loving
me, and respecting and loving Lori. It was the strangest, and strongest, feeling of anticipated peace, ecstasy, and love, that I had ever experienced to that point in my life.
When Rosita finally stood before me, time stopped, and stood still. She leaned forward with her gorgeous breasts gradually swinging forward toward me, her hot reddish pink nipples still erect, encouraged by the air-conditioned chill of the room. Then, she placed her sweet, full, ripe lips against mine, and kissed me with a tenderness that conveyed to me, that I was indeed loved beyond measure. I felt as though I was in a dream world, as she began undressing me, and I moved to cooperate with each gentle touch and pull that she applied. After removing my shirt, she unbuckled my belt and loosened my pants, and begin tugging my pants and boxer shorts down together.
Watching my cock pop from under my lowering pants, Rosita gasped, “Tagg! ¡Buen pene!” After she had gathered the pants at my knees, she turned her back to me, and lifting my left foot between her legs, pulled my boot off. Rosita backed against the sofa to get a better grip on my second boot, and I could view and smell the loveliness of her pussy, just below her ass, that was covered by the joining of the strings of her panties and the tail of the butterfly.
As I inhaled her glorious sweetness, my cock was bouncing before me, on it’s on accord, and only inches away from the would-be ecstasy of her sweet pussy-cunt. Why I began thinking of it as a pussy-cunt, as Lori calls her pussy, I don’t know. But it came to me, as the right word and definition at the time. I thought that I might involuntarily blow my cum load all over her firm ass, right there, and right then. Somehow though, and I don’t know how, I held on.
Once she had lifted my second boot above the floor, she bent her legs slightly, and leaning back, pushed the boot from my foot. This momentarily forced her ass back against my face and my nose hit the point where her panty strings met over her ass. Her sweet, fragrant, pussy pushed back against my lips, and even with the silk lace separating my lips and her labia, I could feel them, and their moisture, on my lips. Rosita gasped, and I inhaled deeply to capture her sweet scent. After she moved forward, I licked my lips to taste her sugary nectar, into which, I hoped to later, fully plunge my tongue, as well as my engorged cock.