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

by T. S. Hill

  “I’m cumming!”, I groaned loudly. Then she plunged her mouth back over the head of my cock, rapidly circling it with her tongue. I flooded her mouth, with five rapid fire surges of cum that shot through my shaft. She paused her tongue swirl, and swallowed without lifting her lips from around my shaft. Three more smaller spurts of cum recoated her tongue, and she swallowed again. She pulled her lips over my cock’s head and then off, swallowing a third time. Then, squeezing my cock at the base with her right hand, she milked it to the top, where more cum oozed out and onto the fleshy head. She removed that, with a slow and sensuous lick of her beautiful pink tongue, then swallowed once more, smiling at me, and again staring into my eyes.

  “Oh, Rosita. My princess. I love you!”, I said to her in a quiet and gentle voice. “Since that first moment that I answered that knock at my door, and there you stood, I have loved you!”

  “And, from that same moment, I have loved you mi amante.”

  “Do you know what I have learned from this, Princess?”, I questioned her.

  “That you can mix business with pleasure?”, she questioned back.

  “I learned that when love calls, you don’t send it to voice mail. But, that you should answer it, as quickly as possible.”, I said, still looking into her eyes. “But!”, I continued, I also learned that you can mix business with pleasure!” Her eyes smiled at me first, then her luscious lips curled into the beautiful smile that belongs only to Rosita, my princess!

  She rose from her knees and leaned over me to kiss. I could not resist her delicious, bull bodied tits, as they dangled beneath her. As out lips met, and parted, with our tongues once again gently, slow dancing together, I grasped a lovely tit in each hand. When our kiss broke, I held on to them.

  “You know Tagg, mi amante, if I wasn’t having my rude visitor down below, I would put your talented tongue to remembering something else that you missed for the first two years that we spent together.”, she said to me in a low sultry voice.

  “You know, we could still engage in some shower antics, even with your visitor still in the house.”, I hinted at her.

  “Ooou! I will look forward to that!”, she replied, with a flash in her eyes. “Since we all three have a visitor, maybe all of us should get in the shower.”, she suggested.

  “We can do that too!”, I replied. “Also. I mean, in addition to you and me as a one on one in the shower.”

  “Grrr”, she replied. “I’m liking the Tagg that is now the smartest smart man that I know.”

  “Hey, sugar pants!”, Sasha called out loudly.

  “What is it Shug?”, Rosita replied to her.

  “If you’re finished with the blow job, I could use some relief from the pilot’s seat for a bit.” Rosita giggled.

  “She and Lori have started calling me sugar pants.”, she said. “Isn’t that cute?” I nodded my head.

  “Give me a minute to make a quick change in the toilet, if you know what I mean.”, she replied to Sasha.

  “Take your time.”, Sasha answered back. Rosita picked up her bra and blouse, then scurried off to the toilet, and I moved toward front and stuck my head into the cockpit area.

  “I can take over for you Shug.”, I told her.

  “Nah, it’s okay, Babe. Rosita wants to get some wheel time, with this bad boy.

  “She said that it was making her panicky, so lets just not push her.”, I told Sasha. She giggled.

  “I love it when a plan comes together.”, she said grinning.

  “You mean, you two hatched this? And Lori traded out to ride with Annette because she can’t… I mean her jaw and all.”

  “Nope.”, Sasha jumped back in. “Lori wanted to talk to Annette about something. But yeah, Rosita shamed me into it. We both agreed that you needed a little stress reliever, but she pointed out that I had that scene with you in the lounge chair where Annette was involved with the finger and all, then we had the all nightery in the rose garden also. She’d only had the early morning one on one with you. You know, counting the one on ones we had back at the treehouse, well, it was only fair for me to step aside and let her have at you.”

  “So, now I’m a commodity to be traded off between you?”, I asked.

  “No, Babe! Nothing like that! Somebody has to drive this big motherfucker, and somebody needed to meet your needs.”, she explained. “We just settled the question amicably between us. That’s all it was. Don’t get your shorts in a twist! Sheesh!” I stepped up behind her, and kissed her on the top of her pretty blonde head.

  “I’m not wearing any.”, I quipped.

  “That’s your and Lori’s inside joke.”, she said to me dead pan.

  “Why can’t it belong to all of us?”, I asked.

  “So, you’re okay with what Sugar Pants and I did?”, she asked.

  “Sure, Shug. After all, what other man on the planet has two gorgeous women debating the fairest way to determine which one gets to give him an out of this world blow job?”

  “It would have been three, but Lori’s jaw and all.”, she replied. “Come to think of it, if it hadn’t been for her jaw, she probably would have won out. You two really haven’t had much one on one time. Wow! We’ve been fucking busy, Babe!”

  “And, as the famous poet said, ‘and miles to go before I sleep.’, I quipped back to her.

  “Hah! I know that one!”, she said with her eyes lighting up. “Robert Frost! One of my favorite poets!”

  “See. I’m not without some culture.”, I told her, picking up the walkie-talkie. I waited until Rosita had returned to the cockpit cabin and I let Annette and Lori of our planned driver trade off at the next exit. Once we stopped at the top of the exit ramp, Sasha set the brake and jumped out of the driver’s seat. As Rosita was climbing into it, I took advantage of her ass being exposed as she bent over, and smacked her right ass cheek with my hand.

  “Ahhh!”, she cried out, quickly falling into the seat, laughing. “And what was that for, Amante?”

  “Just for good measure.”, I told her playfully.

  “Speaking of good measure.”, Rosita said, looking at Sasha. “Lori has a project for us women to accomplish.”

  “Does this involve a sewing tape measure?”, I asked, with suspicion.

  “What is it with you people and spanking?”, Sasha asked.

  “Someday Shug,”, Rosita spoke up. “You should have Tagg, slap a nice, little sting to your ass cheeks, just as you start your orgasm. Then, you will understand, what it’s all about.

  “No, fucking thank you!”, Sasha shot back. “But you can count me in on the measuring. I’ve wondered about that myself, since the first time I laid eyes on it, in the library in Crocket Texas!

  “If knowing the exact measurements of my cock is all that important to you, then we’ll just measure it.”, I told them, as Rosita smoothly wheeled the motorhome down the on-ramp.

  “I’ll be glad to help with that.”, a voice over my shoulder piped up.

  “No!”, Sasha shouted, then lowered her voice. “Naomi, I like you. I truly do. But you’re about to try my patience past it’s limit.”, Sasha told her. “What are you doing up here?”

  “Mr. Longworth, wants to speak with Tagg.”, she replied. “I didn’t mean to interfere. I just overheard, and I like having a little fun, or a thrill, too. So, I was just offering is all.”

  “The answer is still no.”, Sasha shot back to her.

  “Naomi, lets you and I go see what Al wants with me.”, I said, putting my hands on her shoulders and gently turning her around. “Keep us on course, Sugar Pants.”, I called out to Rosita over my shoulder. Who’s got the cell phone?”, I called out. “I need to make a call to Aug and Sal, to let them know that we’re coming in tonight.

  “You do!”, Rosita and Sasha called out together.

  “There’s that neat thing again.”, yelled back to them.

  Al had taken his pain medicine, but refused to go to sleep at his normal time, and had gotten a little goofy. He wanted me to explain t
o him once again, where I was taking him in his motorhome. Mrs. Baker and Naomi had told him that we were on our way to my tree house in Louisiana, but Al insisted that I was taking him to the Texas A&M football game. He insisted that was the only time that his motorhome was ever used, was to go to the game. After a few rounds of Al Longworth logic and miscommunication, he finally tired and asked me to turn off his light, since he was ready to go to sleep. I accommodated him, and then headed back toward the cockpit. I wasn’t any longer sure that I wanted to telephone Aug and immediately re-engage in the same kinds of oddball communication and logic. But, once I sat down, and cleared my head, I decided to make the call to Aug and Sal, to let them know that we were on our way home, and would be there within the next couple of hours.

  Sal answered the phone, and the conversation was the most devastating conversation that I ever had, except when my mother had told me of my father’s death. Aug had been shot, out on the street, somewhere near New Orleans, and was hospitalized, in critical condition. There were no other details. Sal was at the hospital with him. I told Sal that I was on my way, and to tell Aug whether he was conscious or not. She told me that he wasn’t.

  Afterwards, I went forward, and grabbing the walkie-talkie, radioed Lori and Annette to pick up the pace to at least five miles per hour over the limit. I didn’t tell them why. Sasha, sensing my alarm from the conversation, had followed me into the cockpit.

  “Amante, is something wrong?”, Rosita asked. Sasha from behind me put her hands on my shoulders.

  “It’s Aug. He’s in trouble.”, is all I could bring myself to say. Rosita nodded her head.

  “We will get home quickly, Mi amante.”, she replied, pressing down on the accelerator. “At Lafayette, we can take highway ninety and really push the speed.”

  “No.”, I told her quietly. Stay on I-10, and keep a safe speed. Five over the limit, max. Aug’s in good hands, and if we were already there, there’s nothing we can do, but try to comfort Sal. And, I doubt that we would be very successful at that. So, just hold it steady, Rosita.”, Then I moved back into the living compartment, followed closely by Sasha. At that moment, I was glad that I decided to leave Houston, and bring us all back to the bayou. I only wished we had left earlier.

  Back in the living compartment I slumped into the loveseat, and Sasha snuggled in beside me, holding on to me tightly.

  “Aug’s been shot.”, I told her.

  “Oh, fuck! How? What happened?”, she asked.

  “I don’t know.”, I replied through gritted teeth. “But when I find out. There’s going to be hell for somebody to pay.” She hugged me tighter, and we rode that way, in silence, for a long while. When we finally exited I-10, I breathed a partial sigh of relief. We had made it back into home territory, without incident. A little later, and finally pulling into the darkened treehouse lot, I began to breathe a little easier, and feel like I could finally begin to act, at least by going to check on Aug.

  I quickly gave directions to Rosita and Sasha, telling them to let Mrs. Baker and Naomi sleep in the bunk beds on board the motorhome, with Al. And, to either use the new air mattress for Annette, or let her sleep on the sofa. I gave Rosita some cash, and asked her to pick up anything needed at the grocery store, then I asked to borrow her car, since the Hummer was loaded with luggage and evidence boxes.

  “I don’t know when I’ll be back.”, I told them. “As soon as I know something about Aug, I’ll call.”

  “I’m going with you.”, Lori said with determination, and I didn’t argue. I figured that both Sal, and I, could use her support. Within a few minutes of our arrival back at the tree house, Lori and I were off to the hospital.

  We found Sally in a surgical waiting room.

  When we walked into the room, Sal had charged me, and sobbed into my shoulder, “They keep taking him in and out of the surgery, Tagg!” Holding me like she was afraid that I would run, she sobbed uncontrollably. Finally, getting a grip on my own emotions, I noticed a group of stoic firemen in uniform, had gathered in a corner of the room. Gradually, I traded Sal off to Lori’s comforting arms, then approached them.

  Extending my hand into the group, I offered, “I’m Tagg Hill, Aug’s neighbor, and friend from Oklahoma.” Almost instantly, the men stepped aside, and a salt and pepper haired man stepped forward, taking my hand with a strong, firm grip.

  “Captain Mark Richards.”, he introduced himself. “Aug spoke highly of you, Mr. Hill, and often. I understand that you two were essentially like brothers.”

  “We are brothers!”, I blurted.

  “We consider him the same way, sir.” Richards assured me, continuing to hold my hand tightly.

  “What happened here, Captain?”, I asked bluntly, searching his eyes for an answer.

  “Step out in the hallway with me, for just a minute Mr. Hill.”, he said releasing my hand and grasping my arm, trying to guide me back toward the door. I stood my ground and shook off his grip to my arm.

  “Look Captain, I don’t want the white wash bullshit that you’re handing the media. I don’t know how much you know about me, but I’m not someone to be dismissed with press release bull shit.!” He cut me off, firmly grasping the bicep of my left arm.

  “Mr. Hill, I was with Aug when this happened. We must talk privately!”, he stated firmly in my ear. This time, I moved forward with his forceful push against my arm, and we went through the doorway, back into the hall. “Let’s get outside.”, he snapped brusquely. “These hallways carry sound too far. Too far, for us to be safe.” I nodded my head, and he led the way, as I followed near his side. Once we were outside of an emergency exit door, he pulled a business card from his shirt pocket, and stuck it between the latch plunger and the keeper of the door jamb. “At least we can get back in without walking all the way around the damn hospital.”, he said. “Mr. Hill, Aug made be promise to tell you everything that happened, before he lost consciousness. I loved that guy like a son, and that’s the only reason that I’m telling you what I am about to. The police would arrest me for spreading this info, but I have an idea, that the only way justice will truly be done, is if you have the info you need. I think the police are scared of this whole thing. Aug said that you’re somebody that can be trusted. So, you didn’t hear this from me. Agreed?”

  “Agreed Captain.”, I replied. “Now tell me, what do you mean you loved him, like he’s past tense?”

  “They haven’t told his wife yet, Mr. Hill, but Aug’s brain dead. He didn’t make it, and it’s just a matter of time until the plug is pulled. Life support is all that’s keeping his body alive.”

  “Fuck!”, I said, as the words sank in. I dropped, first to my knees, and then fell forward, with my face on the sidewalk. The Captain sat down on the curb of the sidewalk beside my head, and I heard him slowly, and softly, sobbing. After a few minutes, I pulled myself up, and sat beside him. I couldn’t control my tears, and my face was a waterfall that flowed down the front of my shirt. Finally getting a little control of myself, I spoke to him.

  “Who, did this?”, I asked.

  “That’s what I promised Aug that I would tell you.”, He said. “He was doing a follow-up inspection of the Grave Robber’s Motorcycle Club’s local clubhouse. It’s a bar and grill, and actually their Louisiana headquarters. The previous inspector had condemned the building because of it being a total fire trap. They appealed the finding, and Aug went to do the follow-up. There were threats of what would happen if the failing score held up, and Aug volunteered to take this on. He failed them. He wrote it up on the spot, and the assholes shot him. I knew it could be trouble, so I went with him. But, neither of us expected the assholes to do something this fucking crazy. The local cops are scared of these motorcycle animals. They haven’t even released what happened. They’re saying it’s still under investigation. In a few days, they’ll blow it off as unknown subjects. They know who it was, just as good as I do, and I saw it happen.”

  “Who was the shooter?”, I asked through gritted t
eeth.

  “Aug said if we told you what happened, that you would handle it. Is that right?”

  “Who was the shooter?”, I growled at him.

  “If you need anything, we were his brothers too. You let us know.”, he said.

  “Who was the fucking shooter?”, I roared at him.

  “Arthur Blessington. He’s the state president of the Grave Robbers.

  “What else about the shooting do you need to tell me?”, I questioned further.

  “That’s it. Here’s the address of the clubhouse, but it won’t help you any.”, he said handing me a yellow post-it note. “They’ve already abandoned the place, and are hiding out in the swamps.” I snatched the note from his hand and read it.

  “I still need this.”, I snapped at him. Who will investigate when it goes up in smoke?”, I asked.

  “You won’t have to worry about that.”, he replied. I already have the chief’s assurance.

  “See to it!”, I snapped back at him.

  “It’s done!”, he said firmly.

  “When you find them?”, he said. “A few of us want in.”

  “That ain’t gonna happen Cap!”, I replied. “You just see to it, that this conversation never happened.”, I said firmly.

  “I figured that, but had to try.”, he replied. “I do have one request though. If you should happen to squeeze the trigger of a weapon, that happens to be pointed at Arthur Blessington, how about saying, ‘This one is for Captain Mark Richards?”

  “No, sir! I can’t do that.” I replied. “If that circumstance should happen, it’ll be for Sally Benoit, Augustine Benoit Junior, and Tagg Hill.”

  “I understand, Mr. Hill. Once again, I had to ask. If you only make it happen, that will be enough for me.”, he replied and extended his hand.

  “Did Aug say anything else?”, I asked.

  With his hand still extended in front of me, he replied, “He said, ‘Tell Tag to take care of Sal, and the little guy.’ That was the last thing he said.” I took his hand and shook it firmly, looking him in the eyes, without saying a word. Tears were streaming down both of our faces. With our hands firmly clasped and our tear blurred eyes locked, he spoke again, “This conversation never happened. But, anything you, or Sally, needs ever, call on me. And, that means, until the day I die!”, he said with finality.