Adventure Comes to Houston: An Erotic Adventure Book III (Erotic Adventures 3)

by T. S. Hill

  Both women seemed to be lost in a moment of bliss, when I asked, “Are you nice and wet? Is your pussy soaked?” They both slowly nodded their heads affirmatively. “Slide a finger in your wet pussy.”, I instructed in a quiet, easy voice.” They both gasped, as they reached into themselves, but each of them seemed so aroused and into the moment, that I don’t think either of them was aware of the other’s gasp. “Put your finger in as far as it will go.”, I further instructed. “Now, squeeze your pussy tight around your finger. Feel the strength of your pussy!”, I encouraged them. Annette’s mouth was now open, as though what she was feeling refused to form into an utterance.

  “Now lick your finger, and taste your arousal.”, I instructed them. While Sasha brought her finger up to her mouth and flicked the tip of her tongue over its surface, Annette wrapped her tongue almost around her dripping finger, and then inserted it into her mouth, slowly dragging it outward against her closed lips. Both women’s faces expressed extreme delight and a blissfulness. “Put your finger back deep into your pussy, and find your G spot.”, I further instructed them. They each lowered their hand back to their crotch, and I watched Annette slide her finger in between her now glistening, soaked, pussy’s large outer lips, and her mouth falling wide open, as she found her desired target.

  Sasha leaned forward, and still slowly stroking my cock with her left hand, moaned to me, “I want your cock in my mouth.” I placed my hand on the top of her head, lightly gripping her short blonde locks, and gently guided her head forward, and down, until her lips parted over the throbbing head of my cock. Watching her mouth slide down over the end of my throbbing shaft, I groaned loudly. When I did, my peripheral vision picked up a movement from Annette, and my eyes instinctively shifted.

  Annette moved her left hand to her lips, and licked out at the tip of her extended middle finger, then wrapping her lips over the end of it, she began to mimic Sasha’s movements on my cock. When Sasha pulled her mouth off of my cock, and swirled her tongue over and around its turgid head, she did the same to the tip joint of her finger. As Sasha plunged her mouth back over my shaft, she threw her mouth down over her finger, working her mouth up and down its length, matching stroke for stroke with Sasha’s bobbing head.

  “Finger your pussy hard now.”, I instructed, switching my eyes back to see Sasha’s whole body begin moving, and swaying, as she continued to work her left hand and mouth on my cock, while still fully engaging her pussy with her right hand. She began to moan, sending gentle tingles over my cock, that nearly took my breath. My eyes jolted straight ahead as I sucked a rush of air into my lungs.

  Releasing that sudden deep breath, my eyes settled on Annette, who was now feverishly working her finger in her pussy, while furiously working her mouth over the middle finger of her left hand. If she hadn’t been so fucking hot, with her long, sexy legs, draped over the arm rests of the recliner, and her beautiful face expressing the uncontrollable state of arousal that gripped her, she would have appeared almost comical in her posturing. But instead, the total grip of her sexual arousal, shaped her beautiful form as a moving sculpture of ecstatic bliss. As her head bobbed on her finger with enthusiasm, and her right hand feverishly pleasured her pussy, I felt jealous of her hands and fingers, and wished that I could take their places. Sasha however, was delivering a storm of concentrated pleasure to my cock, while simultaneously working herself into an oblivious trance of bliss, from which I couldn’t have willfully pulled myself.

  Now barley able to speak, due to my own level of arousal, I simply gasped between heavy breaths, “Move to your clit!” Both women immediately began moaning, at first softly, and then growing louder between their panting breaths. Their voices became higher pitched and almost harmonious to each other with each breath. Sasha’s noises were translating into vibrations that traveled the length of my pulsing cock with each utterance, and ignited that fuse of nerves deep within me, that began the countdown toward the ultimate bliss of release.

  Annette was groaning over her own finger, but somehow, it didn’t seem as absurd at that moment, as it may have actually appeared if someone else had been watching. In her mind, I imagined, that she imagined it as someone’s hot, throbbing cock. A hot, throbbing cock, that would deliver a flood of flowing cum, that would drench her tongue, seep over her lips, and ignite her taste buds. A flood of flowing cum, that she would delight in swallowing, taking in a pat of the man, that she had just pleasured, to keep within herself. I remember wondering if that imagined hot throbbing cock, and load of flowing cum, were mine.

  As Annette’s body constrictions and higher pitched throaty sounds indicated that her orgasm had begun, Sasha’s movements became frantic, both on my cock and with her whole body. As her loud growls, and muffled moans, reverberated down the length of my cock, my sexual fuse burned its last, and cum was surging into her mouth, even before the first wave of orgasm squeezed every muscle in my body tightly. My whole body pulsed, and the second stream of semen gushed through my cock against the back of her throat. Sasha’s mid-tone moans erupted into a full, open mouthed cry, as orgasm gripped her body, and another stream of my jizz shot against the roof of her mouth. As my last major shot of cum gushed onto Sasha’s tongue, she squeezed and pulled at my cock, wailing in the full throws of her orgasm. Annette finished with a deep growling cry that sounded as much like passionate anger, as it did sexual release. Sasha all but collapsed, still on her knees, but sitting back on her feet. Her head rested with her right cheek on my left thigh, facing my cock, which she let drop from her hand, and fall across the side of her nose. Completely spent myself, and breathing heavily, I stared down at her, watching her beautiful face. My cock oozed the last of my cum onto her flushed cheek, and she sighed deeply.

  In a near trance state of oblivion, my attention zeroed in on Sasha. Studying her beautiful features, and contemplating her eagerness to please, and pleasure me, monopolized my entire presence of mind. I was totally, and completely, oblivious to anything except my presence with Sasha, and thinking on how she seemed to be so totally dedicated and attached to me. I had also, in a very short time, become every bit as attached to her as I was to Lori or Rosita. Even now, I didn’t understand in the least, how I went, in such a short time, from zero, to being in love with three women. But, I knew it to be real. I felt confused by it, turned on by it, amazed, and somewhat confounded by it. But it was my truth. One of those three beautiful women was now nestled between my feet, and my groin, her arms hugged to either side of my thighs and hips.

  On impulse, I touched my index finger to her cheek and stroked her pretty face once. Her left eye sleepily blinked open, and she peeped, up over my cock, which was still resting across her nose.

  “Dip your finger deep into your pussy, and put it in my mouth.”, I said to her gently. “I want to taste your sweetness. Her eyes squinted as she smiled, moving her left hand from the side of my right hip, and dipping it between her body and my right thigh. In a moment, her hand came back up over my lower torso, her index finger glistening with her wetness. She turned her head upright, and my cock slid off of the side of her face, leaving a trail of cum and saliva across, and down, her pretty cheek. Still smiling, with a look of blissful happiness on her face, she slowly extended her drenched finger toward my face. As her finger moved closer, our eyes were locked on each other’s. Her finger arrived before me, and I close my eyes, widely opening my mouth. As her finger touched down on my tongue, I closed my mouth. Then, instinctively moving my tongue, surprisingly found two fingers in my mouth.

  “Fucking hell!”, Sasha yelled out. My eyes popped open, seeing nothing but two hands, up close, and directly blocking my eyes. With my mouth still closed over the fingers, and my tongue firmly pressed against them, I still didn’t have a clue to what was happening.

  Sasha yelled out again, this time sounding angry, “What the fuck are you doing girl?”

  “Putting my finger in his mouth.”, I heard Annette respond. “He wants to taste me!”

 
; “Not you, dumbass! Me!”, Sasha shot back at her loudly.

  “That’s what he told me!”, Annette insisted, quoting me, “Dip your finger deep into your pussy, and put it in my mouth. I want to taste your sweetness.”

  “He was talking to me!”, Sasha insisted. Meanwhile, both of them kept holding their pussy juiced fingers in my mouth, with my lips pressed against the knuckles of their fists.

  “Why are you naked?”, Sasha asked Annette, now speaking in an almost normal tone.

  “I’m not.”, Annette answered her. He told me to keep this one pant leg on and pulled up.

  “Fucking hell, girl! I thought that you went to bed!”, Sasha replied. “He wasn’t talking to you! He was talking to me! What the fuck?”

  “I was sitting right there in that chair.”, Annette struggled to explain, what I don’t think that she fully understood herself.

  “You watched us?”, Sasha asked with an incredulous tone.

  “I did what Tagg told me.”, Annette said almost whimpering.

  “Fuck me! This is nuts!”, Sasha blurted.

  As pleasurable as having two women’s, pussy dipped fingers, in your mouth is, I felt the need to remove them, and at least attempt a peaceful intervention, into the impending disaster, that I had at first allowed, then encouraged, and finally left unattended, permitting this disastrous development. Grasping a hand in each of my hands, I opened my mouth and gingerly pulled their hands away from my face. Glancing quickly at each of their faces, to assess the levels of hostility that each might hold, I continued to hold on to their hands. I didn’t think that they were going to hit each other, but I wasn’t taking chances. However, in the stupor of sexual afterglow, I wasn’t noting that they each had another hand free.

  “Ladies,”, I began. Stop! This all my fault. The foot massages were so relaxing and wonderful, that I just let things go on, when I shouldn’t have. Sasha, I saw that Annette was getting into what you were doing with me, and I kept giving directions anyway, and she kept following them just like you did. I should have put the brakes on right up front, but it was hot to experience and watch, and I kept going.

  “Were you giving her instructions, or me?”, Sasha asked, in an agitated voice.

  “I started out talking to you Sash,”, I explained. “Then, when I realized that Annette was watching, and getting turned on, and following along with what I told you, that’s when I should have stopped everything, but didn’t. I was turned on as hell by what you and I were engaged in, and could see clearly the state of arousal that it had brought her to. I figured, so what if she watches, and gets herself off? Then it turned into a double turn on, with what you were doing with me, and watching what she was doing with herself. I kept talking, and you girls kept doing, and we all got off. I was thinking, no harm, no foul at that point. I mean she was over there. and we were over here. We weren’t touching each other or … I don’t know.”

  “Afterwards,”, I continued, “in the afterglow of everything, honestly? And, Annette, I don’t mean any offence to you, but I was studying my beautiful Sasha, and just drifted into oblivion with her, and had completely lost awareness of you being over there in that recliner. I honestly, didn’t intend for her, you, Annette, to stick, your, her, finger in my mouth. But that was completely my fault. I just thought that the high state of sexual arousal was past, and that you and I, Sash, would have a tender moment between us. In my stupor, I didn’t realize that Annette was still…, and I guess that she didn’t realize that I meant you Sash, and, awe shit! I’ve really fucked up! I owe you both an apology. I’ve really fucked this up!”

  Annette, dropped her head, slumping forward, and started a whine with tears welling up in her eyes.

  “I’m sorry! I should have left the two of you alone!”, she blurted, with tears streaming down her face. I found you to be a real turn on ever since I met you Tagg. These other women, flirting with you, and dressing in these revealing clothes, just made me want you even more. And it’s been so damn long! I was so fucking horney!

  “So, you were over there, in that chair, doing to yourself, what Babe told me to do?”, Sasha asked Annette. “The whole fucking time?” Still looking down, Annette nodded her head affirmatively, and began crying even harder. Her right hand that she was propping herself up with, then suddenly slid off of the recliner arm rest, and she almost fell. Her hand glanced off of my hip and she caught her fall, but the palm of her hand covered a better portion of my cock.

  “Woah, girl!”, Sasha spoke at her. Don’t fall out on us here!”

  “I’m sorry.”, Annette whined, with tears still streaming.

  “It’s okay, girl.”, Sasha reassured her. Then glancing down at Annette’s hand over my cock, she added, “But, you need to get your hand off of Babe’s cock.”

  “Oh shit!”, Annette gasped and jumped backward, jerking her hand up. Then she started crying all over again, and trying to talk. “I’m so sorry…”, she whined, with tears flowing. “I’ve fucked up, and now I’ll be fired, and won’t have a job, and I’m just a horrible person!”

  “Woah! Woah! Woah!”, I piped up. “You’re not a horrible person Annette. And, you’re not going to get fired, at least I don’t think so. But, I may be. I saw the state that you were in, and I kept going, when I should have stopped this whole thing. I take responsibility for this whole mix-up. And that’s what it is. A mix up. You had no idea of my relationship with these other women. And, that’s not exactly being fair to you. I should have clued you in. And, I shouldn’t have let you help Sasha give me the foot massages. But it was so relaxing, and I was so stressed out, that… You know what? We all can make excuses, but if I had just behaved with some common sense, none of this would have happened. I apologize to you both.

  “I guess that I should have clued you in about the relationships around here too, girl.”, Sasha spoke up. “I thought of myself as befriending you. I like you a lot Annette. I should have told you, and I shouldn’t have ever pulled you into helping with Babe’s massage. That wasn’t very bright of me. But I did like sharing with you. Will you accept my apology too?”

  “You guys are apologizing me?”, Annett said to both of us, momentarily stemming the flow of her tears. “I invaded what should have been your private moment. I didn’t take the hint, and then I didn’t leave when it got, you know, heated up and all. And you’re apologizing to me?”

  “Well, now that you put it that way… I dunno. Yeah, I guess so.”, Sasha drawled back to her, seeming a bit confused herself.

  “Maybe we all fucked up a bit here.”, I offered. Maybe we all owe each other an apology.”

  “I bet it was hot!”, Sasha, said. “For both of you. Hell, it was for me too, and I didn’t even know that either one of you was watching, back and forth. That could have made it even sexier. Next time, Babe, tell me!”

  “I’m thinking that there shouldn’t be a next time.”, I shot back. I’ve still got to explain this time to Lori and Rosita.

  “I promise that I won’t ever do anything like this again!”, Annette blurted, with her eyes welling up again.

  “Just be glad that it was Sasha Adamson here with Babe, and not Lori Parsons.”, Sasha piped up to Annette. “Right now, you woulda had a broken nose, and a jaw that hurt for three days. Believe me! I’ve been there!”, she finished.

  “Lori’s going to beat me up?”, Annette asked, her eyes getting wider.

  “No.”, I responded to her. “I may get beat up, but not you. At least, I don’t think so. I don’t always know exactly how Lori will respond to things.

  “Just don’t tell anyone!”, Annette blurted, looking at me with pleading eyes. “I’m embarrassed and ashamed of what I’ve done. Please don’t tell anyone!”

  “Oh, I won’t tell Al. Hell no! I won’t tell Al!”, I exclaimed. “Or Mrs. Baker. But I have to tell Lori and Rosita.”

  “Why? They don’t need to know!”, Annette begged.

  “Yeah, I think they do.”, Sasha agreed with me.

  “S
ash, I don’t want to be a chicken shit or anything, but maybe we should talk with them together.”

  “I didn’t let her watch!”, Sasha blurted.

  “You let her help with the massage though.”, I pointed out.

  “You know what?”, Annette spoke up. “Why don’t I just tell them what happened, and explain how it all came about?”

  “No!”, Sasha and I both said at the same time, and for the second time, Sasha didn’t point out how neat it was.

  “I’ll tell them both together, tomorrow, just as soon as there’s a moment.”, I stated.

  “And I’ll help you.”, Sasha added.

  “Only if you want to Sasha.”, I told her

  “I do!”, she replied adamantly. “We’ve got to keep this thing honest. I mean, they might understand, with all the hot mess, and stress, and well… It wasn’t like we grabbed Annette and had wild sex with her. Things just got a little out of hand.”

  “I still don’t understand why you have to tell Lori and Rosita about this!”, Annette said, jumping back into the conversation. “Why can’t we just let this go away, and forget that it happened? Why do you both insist on bringing them into this? They weren’t even here! This was just the three of us, and we can keep it that way. Can’t we just leave this where it lies, and not carry it any further?”

  “I’m going to get dressed, and suggest that you girls do the same.”, I said. “Then, I’m going to call Buster Hollifield back, and find out where the hell those mercs are. “Sash,”, I said, turning to her, “can you explain the relationships around here to Annette? It wasn’t any of her business before, but now, I think we owe her an explanation. And you keep your mouth shut Annette, about what Sasha tells you. I don’t want to upset Mrs. Baker any further, and I don’t want the world knowing my business, or actually, our business, mine and the women’s.

  Sasha took a deep breath and sighed. “Get dressed, girl, and listen carefully.”, she told Annette. “I don’t have the energy, to have to repeat myself.”