From: walexand@hemisphere.neocomm.net (Wade Mondegam)
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Subject: Repost: MRWADE.152 - Latin Lust - Chapter Twenty-three
Date: 14 Oct 1995 07:55:25 GMT
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MRWADE.152                                       By Master Wade









                            Latin Lust



                       Chapter Twenty-three











     Paul awakened the next morning to his security bell ringing.

He got up and found his way to the buzzer to allow whoever it was

to come on up.  He ran a brush through his wild hair, taming it to

some degree, and then slipped on his smoking jacket.  He opened the

door to find Anna Maria and Betty standing there with huge grins on

their face and their arms full of grocery bags.

     "Go back to bed, Master," Anna Maria said as they entered.

"You look terrible.  Betty and I decided we would fix you breakfast

in bed.  So just go...on with you...and we'll bring it to you when

we're done.  You can still get some sleep in."

     "I could go with him if you wanted," Betty chimed in, rubbing

her breasts against his arm as she walked past him.

     Anna Maria laughed.  "Not on your life, girl.  You've got to

help me.  For now, anyway." She grinned at Betty and sat the bags

down on the hall table.  She pushed Paul toward his room, and when

she had gotten him far enough away from the blonde that she thought

he might stand a chance, she went back to begin fixing breakfast.

     Paul shook his head and finally allowed himself to smile

broadly and laugh at their silliness.  They had taken him so by

surprise that he was just now becoming aware of what was going on.

It was a lovely surprise, actually, and just knowing that the two

of them were there was making him grow hard already.  He climbed

into his bed, forcing himself to let sleep take him before he wound

up taking both of them.



     "Damn," Betty said, grinning at Anna Maria, "he looks awful in

the mornings!"

     "Oh hush! He doesn't look any worse than most men his age do

in the morning."

     "How would you know?", Betty asked her teasingly.

     "I just know.  Trust me."

     "Okay, but one of us should fuck him first thing every morning

and then push him into the shower and make him presentable."

     "Sounds like a plan to me," Anna Maria said, opening a package

of bacon.

     "I volunteer!", they both said at exactly the same time,

breaking into laughter at the chorus they had raised.



     Anne stood in the shower, letting the shower massage work its

magic on her body.  She carefully avoided letting it pulse against

her pussy, washing that part of herself by hand and then changing

the spray to a lighter degree of force before rinsing between her

legs.  It would have felt wonderful to let the stinging water make

her come, but she had decided to wait, knowing how good it would be

when Anna Maria's mouth was on her there, and how much more

powerful her reaction would be if she saved herself until then.

     The day should go smoothly.  Her husband was playing golf with

some of his friends, and they had conveniently decided to play at a

course which would make him even later getting home.  She told him

she would probably go shopping, something she often did on Sunday's

since she worked most Saturdays, or perhaps stop by Peggy's or the

club and workout a bit.  He didn't really care where she went as

long as she didn't hassle him about his golfing, and while he was

unaware of the reasons for it, there was a steadily decreasing

chance of her minding at all for him to be away from the house.

     I can't help it if I like pussy so much, Anne thought to

herself as she looked through her clothes closet to select just the

right thing to wear to Paul's.  Well, maybe I could help it, but I

sure don't want to, anyway.  It isn't like I don't like men, she

continued thinking, or even that I don't like being married. I just

love feminine things and find women powerfully erotic.  And I'm

good with women too, she thought.  I don't just kiss them there

because they like it, not like some women might; I do it because I

honestly love to kiss and lick pussies and taste the juice and suck

on clits and have my hands full of tits.

     She picked out a simple little dress that she knew made her

look even younger than her eighteen years.  Yes.  She would wear

that and go barelegged and braless and only wear a tiny little pair

of panties and some heels to make her taller and her legs more

attractive and she would make Anna Maria, and probably Paul too,

crazy for her.



     Anna Maria put her finger to her lips, motioning for Betty to

be quiet, as they slipped into Paul's room.  He was sleeping

soundly, and she sat the tray down on the floor beside the bed and

slid in beside him, motioning for Betty to get in on the other side

of him.  Then they kissed him on his cheeks, together.

     Paul awoke with a bit of confusion, still caught in the middle

of a dream.  It had something to do with being in a girl's school

surrounded by hot girls who wanted his body.

     "Might know I'd catch you in bed with another woman," Anna

Maria teased.  Paul turned to look at Betty.

     "Might know I'd catch you in bed with another woman," Betty

followed, a theatrical scowl on her face.

     "Fuck you both," Paul said, grinning and raised his arms to

pull them back down to him.  He kissed Anna hard on the mouth,

holding Betty and making her wait her turn.  Then he released Anna

Maria and kissed Betty, his arm still around Anna Maria's neck.

     "Mmmm...I think I could get used to this," he said, releasing

them and crossing his hands on his chest.

     "Well, assuming your dick doesn't fall off, you may get a

chance to do just that," Anna Maria teased, making Betty giggle.

     "Ahem..", Paul cleared his throat loudly, "you will pay for

that remark, my little olive skinned slut.  You already have some

time in the dungeon coming to you."

     Betty sat the tray across Paul's lap and sat next to him on

the bed, grinning at the trouble that Anna Maria was so eagerly

getting herself into.

     "Oops.  I'm sorry, Master.  What else have I done that earned

me a trip to the dungeon?"  She sat cross-legged and took a piece

of bacon from his plate.

     "Well, lets see.  Aside from making that comment about my dick

falling off, and eating bacon from my plate without my permission,

there is the little matter of fucking yourself on the handle of my

favorite crop when you were supposed to be cleaning."

     Anna Maria's mouth fell open and she looked at Betty with

disbelief.

     "How did you know that?", she asked, genuinely surprised.

     Paul turned to Betty and winked at her.

     "You see, Betty, it isn't important that she laid in the floor

and stuck the crop handle up her little twat, what is important is

how I know she did it.  Isn't that interesting?"

     "Yes, Master.  Only a very naughty girl would do something

like that," Betty said, stealing her own piece of bacon when he

turned his head toward Anna again.

     "Well, yes, of course I did," Anna Maria said, haughtily. "I

got hot thinking about the two of you fucking, and I made myself

come with it.  So spank me.  I don't care.  But I still want to

know how you knew."

     "Ahhh, spank you?  So you will also tell your Master how he is

to punish you?  What do we make of that, Betty?", he asked, turning

to her, and giving Anna Maria another crack at the bacon.

     "Well, Master, in most of the things I read a girl who fucked

herself on something like that would have it used on her as her

punishment.  She would seldom be spanked."

     "Yes, you're quite right.  And our little Anna Maria will not

be spanked either.  At least not in payment for that."

     "What will I be spanked for then, Master?", she asked, her

tone of voice softening as she considered having the crop used on

her.

     "For eating all my bacon," Paul said, looking at his nearly

empty plate.

     Both the girls laughed, and Betty jumped up to go get more

bacon.  Anna Maria kissed him while they waited for her to return.

     "I love you so much, Paul," she said softly. "And I love

having Betty here, don't you?"

     "Yes, I do. The two of you are really cute together.  I'm glad

you came back early.  And I love you too, you know."

     "Yes, I know," Anna replied, kissing him again.

     "Can she stay and meet Anne?", Anna Maria asked quietly and

somewhat hesitantly.  She wanted him to say yes, but she was afraid

to ask.

     "I'm not sure what Anne would think of that, Anna," he

replied. "She wasn't expecting there to be anyone here but you and

me, you know.  It might not be fair to her.  Does Betty know all

about Anne?"

     "Yes, I told her.  I thought she should know.  It didn't seem

to bother her at all, but she did say she wished she could be

here."

     "Well, I don't know how long Anne can stay.  Maybe Betty could

wait in my room and watch through the door.  If it looks like Anne

wouldn't mind her being here we could invite her to join us.  I

just wouldn't want to spring it on her."

     "That would probably work," Anna Maria said, and kissed him on

the cheek.  "Thanks."

     Betty walked in with a plate full of bacon and sweet rolls.

She sat the plate down and turned her back to them, looking over

her shoulder.

     "Now, if that isn't enough bacon," she said, bending at the

waist and raising her dress to show her ass, "you'll just have to

make some."

     Paul reached out and slapped her precious ass and they all

laughed and made a dive for the bacon at the same time.



     Later, after Paul had showered, shaved and dressed, he stood

on the balcony, leaning against the railing and watching the two

girls who sat on the couch looking at magazines together. He

wondered if they had ever had a cross word between them.  If so

there certainly was no sign of it.  He had expected there to be

some area of conflict between them, some topic that had to be side-

stepped.  So far they seem to be as happy together as two eight-

year olds, playing and laughing and totally unfettered by such

things as jealousy and envy.

     Sooner or later they would have to decide whether to maintain

their current living arrangements or to move in together.  Paul

wanted both of them there with him, and it seemed wasteful to

maintain so many residences when it seemed they could be so happy

sharing one.  But, there were a lot of questions about how well

that might work.  The other members of the firm might not be too

accepting of Paul and Anna Maria living together, unless they

married, much less accepting Betty sharing a home with them.

     Paul also didn't know what Betty's anticipations were where

other men were concerned.  As much as she seemed to be enthralled

with them both, Betty might have other plans for her future, plans

that involved someone special in her own life; someone other than

Paul.  He felt a knot form in his stomach as he thought about Betty

being with another man.  It was amazing that he could become so

immediately territorial with her.  He certainly had no right to ask

her to avoid relationships with other men, not if he was going to

continue in his relationship with Anna Maria, and there was no

doubt about that.  He wouldn't give that up for anyone.  Not even

Betty.  Only time would tell, but Paul knew he must guard his

emotions where Betty was concerned.  At least until he knew better

what her feelings were about all of that.



     Paul was suddenly jarred back to the moment by the realization

that the two silly girls on the couch had changed their positions,

and were now laying on their backs with their legs thrust into the

air.  All he could see was two pair of wonderful legs waving at him

over the back of the couch.

     "You're both crazy! Crazy, crazy, crazy!", he said, laughing,

as he walked into the room and to the couch, gathering legs in his

arms and looking down at them.

     The two girls had their dress up around their waists, and were

cupping each other's pubic mounds through their panties.  They

smiled up at Paul with playful grins that were tinged with just

enough guilt to make the situation even more erotic.  He ran his

hands down their legs, olive skinned legs on one side of him, tan

but still much lighter skinned blonde slut legs on the other side

of him.  He shook his head from side to side slowly, his mouth

widened by a huge smile.

     "Some girls just wanna have fun, Master," Betty said, little-

girl-like.  She stuck her thumb in her mouth.

     "And that you shall have," he said, "as often as you want it."

He turned his head to kiss Anna Maria's ankle, and then back to

give Betty's the same gift.  "This is much too wonderful to be

real, you know," he said, his voice growing somber.  They both

could tell he was serious.

     "Lots of girls like pussy, Master," Anna Maria said, smiling

warmly at him.  "You just happened to find a couple who don't mind

letting you enjoy the fact that they do.

     Paul returned her smile.  "If that was all there was to it, it

would be wonderful enough," he said.  "Or, if I could touch either

one of you like this, and see you with your dress raised as it is,

that alone would be enough.  Even if I could feel for one of you,

what you both make me feel for you, that would be wonderful, almost

a miracle." He kissed their legs again.

     Anna Maria turned her head toward Betty and kissed her mouth,

her fingers pressing against the damp crotch of Betty's panties.

Kissing Betty was kissing Paul, in a way, and they all understood

that.  Paul slid his hands down their legs as they kissed, until he

was touching their hands.  He pressed against their fingers,

pushing Anna's fingers more tightly against Betty's pussy, and

Betty's more tightly against Anna's.  He pressed and released,

pressed and released, as if he were fucking them.  He continued

pushing against them, watching their passion grow, seeing them hold

their legs slightly more open, watching their breasts rise and

fall. Then he tugged the crotch of their panties to the side,

watching as the two girls slid fingers into each other and began

finger fucking.

     "Go get in my bed," he said, finally, unable to resist them

any further.  "I want you both."



     Anne waved goodbye to her husband as he drove away with his

friends. She was almost trembling inside she was so excited about

what she was about to do.  Strangely, this was more exciting to her

than being with Peggy and Barbara, although she did love Barbara's

hunger for her and the naughtiness of being with two women.  Maybe

it was because Paul would be there watching, freely allowing the

very thing that Anne had to keep so hidden from her husband. Or

maybe it was the darker skinned Anna Maria.  She didn't understand

all the reasons for it, but she didn't have to.  All she had to do

was just go to them and do what came so naturally to her. If she

was good, and she definitely planned on being good, perhaps they

would invite her back and she could do it again, sneaking out of

her house to let another man watch her eat his girlfriend's pussy.

     It occurred to Anne at that moment that she probably would not

find it nearly as exciting if she could do it freely.  Being

married and going outside her marriage for it made it even hotter.

Especially if Paul would fuck her, which she knew he might.  If not

today, then certainly some other day.  If she played her cards

right.  She counted her lovers in her mind.  Peggy, Barbara, Anna

Maria, Paul.  Maybe there would be more. She could handle more.

Especially more women.  Anne slid her hand into her panties and wet

her fingers.  She moved them to her mouth and sucked the juice from

them hungrily, remembering the smell and taste of Anna Maria.  I'm

only eighteen, she thought to herself as she sucked the fingers. I

can have lots of pussy, lots of cock.  I can have as much as I

want. She wet the fingers again.



Continued in MRWADE.153....