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We Have Something in Carmen

By: mosprophetic



This maybe my final story. I've learned so much from this site and enjoyed sharing with you. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you. 

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Have you ever just sat back and wondered why certain things happen to people if life supposed be so random? Listen, there are three things that fascinates me about my life, my family, my work and my uncanny way of falling into interesting predicaments. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Zion Bennett and I'm from Nassau Long Island. I'm currently home on a much needed four day visit. Actually this is my last day before I head back to Laos to continue my Peace Corp mission. But this smile on my face is the basis of this story. 

I left college after two years to join the Peace Corp because of a bad break up. I discovered my then fiancé Fiona was having an affair with our Economics Professor. Long story short, I beat the hell out of him and then I was arrested for aggravated assault. The judge dropped the charges with the condition that I transferred out on academic probation. Meanwhile the professor received a slap on the wrist and my fiancé passed the class with all A's, go figure. My parents wanted me to finish school near home but I on the other hand, needed to get away, as far away as possible. I remembered in High school I had this sexy ass guidance counselor named Ms. Martinez. Man I tell ya, she was every boy's crush. Image a tall slim Latina with a beautiful face, long flowing brown hair, nice ass, 34 c tits and pouty lips. I remember many a day while in her office, fantasizing about bending her over her desk and having my way with her. But I digress. I spent a lot of my senior year in her office and she had these Peace Corp pamphlets lying around. Well one day for some strange reason I decided collected one. That day turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me.

For the first two years I've worked humanitarian missions in Angola, Columbia and Cambodia. For the past year I've been stationed in Laos and six months in were quite interesting. Imagine me, a 6'3'' 235 lbs black man walking around the village and all the children pointing and shouting Kobe! Kobe! Kobe! Needless to say I was popular with the children, the government, not so much. It's quite rewarding helping people, sometimes I'd think I will never leave. The drama of my break up never entered my mind there and in all my twenty three years I can't remember being this happy. 

After three years of self exile, I decided to take a four day holiday at the behest of my two little sister's many correspondence. It worked out perfectly because it was during the 4th of July weekend and my mom's birthday was the 5th. I knew it would totally blow my folks minds if I were to just show up, so I didn't tell anyone that I was coming home. That Thursday evening of the 2nd, I was at the bar in L.A.X. waiting for my connecting flight to NY's La Guardia airport. As I sipped my Perrier with lemon, in came this beautiful Hispanic lady struggling to haul her carry-on into the terminal. Without a second thought I rushed to her aid. Since I've been away, women were the last thing on my mind but immediately as I touched down in the States; it was all I could think about. So many beautiful ladies passed by from all walks of life and I felt like a kid at a candy store. But for every gorgeous lady that drew my attention, all of them paled in comparison to this sexy, hot Latina that stood before me. 

It was obvious she came from wealth, from her black with gold trim Gucci sunglasses, her leopard Vasace blouse and tight black skirt to her black open toe Manolo Blahniks. Her richly dark long luxurious hair draped masterfully across her shoulders and down her back. Even the sunlight paid homage to her beauty, bouncing ever so gracefully off her soft olive skin. Her body structure was a work of art, a 5'8'' frame that accommodated her ample bosoms which her cleavage left little to the imagination. Her ass was the stuff of legend, lusciously round and firm; it could make an onion cry. And her legs seemed to go on forever, long, toned and silkily wrapped in her stockings. All the blood must've rushed from my head because when I reached to catch her bags I couldn't think of a clever quip to illustrate my charm;

"Please let me help you Ma'am." Ma'am?!!! Oh my GOD! I just call this magnificent woman Ma'am. 

"I'm so sorry I did not mean to imply anything by that. That's just how I was raised." I humbly explained. 

"Don't worry Poppy, I'm not at all offended. It's refreshing to see there are still gentlemen in the world." She responded with a smile. 

"Well let me help you to the desk, it's the least I could do." I insisted. 

She pulled her shades slightly down her nose, giving me a once over and said; "I'll take that offer Sir. Hmm." 

We arrived to the front desk to check in her flight. As we waited for the clerk to check her ticket, I noticed an enormous diamond on a platinum engagement ring sitting next to a matching wedding band that looked equally expensive. All I could think was God bless the soul that gets to wake up next to her. Then it happened, the clerk read out her flight number and destination and instantly I reacted; "Hey that's my flight also." No sooner than I said that, the clerk said the flight had been canceled until 10 am the next morning. The look of utter horror overcame my face. Here it was 7 PM and I had limited funds, certainly not enough for a hotel and car fare which meant I had to spend the night in the L.A.X. Terminal. After I expressed that to the clerk, I slumped down, sitting on the floor as the clerk apologized and explained there wasn't anything she could do. As I sat wallowing and the beautiful Latina asked me if there were anyone I could call. I explain to her I didn't know anyone in California and that was my connecting flight from Laos. When I fully explained my situation she sighed, looked at her watch and made me a proposition. 

In her beautiful Latin accent she said; "If you help my chauffeur carry my luggage to my car, I'll put you up in a hotel for the night and pick you up in the morning." 

"No Ma'am Please. I'm fine, don't worry about me. I lived in villages that would make this place seem like Buckingham Palace." I pleaded in attempt to reassure. 

"Nonsense, there's no way I'm leaving you here to fend for yourself in this place. Come on, gather your things and I won't take no for an answer young man. By the way my name is Carmen Garcia." 

I stood up in disbelief, overwhelmed by her kindness. I shook her hand enthusiastically saying; "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you Mrs. Garcia. I appreciate this so much. I'm Zion Bennett, pleased to meet you." 

While I was putting her luggage in the trunk of her Bentley, I couldn't help staring at her, there was something oddly familiar about her. When she removed her sunglasses to speak with her chauffeur her profile reminded me of my High School guidance counselor Ms. Martinez. I thought; "Could this be her? It has been five years since I've seen her. It's possible she doesn't recognize me after all these years. If this is truly her, then she did very well for herself." I wanted to ask her on our way to the hotel but she was glued to her phone for the duration of the ride. When she finished texting, all she did was complain about the perils of privileged life. I just sat there awkwardly in my seat which happened to be facing hers with my line of sight right between her thighs. It didn't seem weird when she was texting but I became conscious of my staring when she slowly uncrossed her legs and removed her shades. 

"So, you're on your way home from Laos and you're in the Peace Corp. Wow! You have your head on straight for such a handsome young man. Your parents raised you well, they must be so proud." 

"Yes Ma'am, um I mean Mrs. Garcia. Yes they are." I nervously responded, then I inquired; "Are you going to NY for business or for pleasure?"

As we pulled up to the hotel she winked with a smile and responded; "A little bit of both Hon." 

The Hilton Hotel is an enormous, magnificent structure. I was in awe walking into this beautiful complex. The lobby was filled with these ultra extravagant chandeliers, waterfalls and paintings. She told me to wait in the lounge area as she swayed her hips gracefully to the hotel's front desk. Watching that lovely ass in motion was like poetry, so confident as if she owned the place. The bellhop gathered my belongings and she met me in the lounge to give me the key card to my room. She told me to order anything I needed and try to get to sleep early because she doesn't want to be late for the flight. 

The room was on the 10th floor, outrageously spacious as a one bedroom apartment and the bed was huge, lavish and inviting. Immediately I stripped down to my boxers, turned on the 52'' flat screen and called to order a cheeseburger deluxe. After my shower and dinner I fell asleep watching the local news. At 2:20 am someone knocked at the door startling me out of my sleep. I didn't know who it could be, I was confused and totally nude. I put on a robe and answered the door and much to my curiosity it was Mrs. Garcia. It was clear that she was upset and crying because her make-up was smeared. 

"I'm so sorry for waking you Zion but I'm having a problem at home and I didn't want to be alone." She tearfully conveyed. 

"Please come in, it's not a problem, I wasn't sleep. What's wrong?" I inquired.

She walked in and sat in the recliner by the window with the beautiful view of LA. I gave her bottled water from the mini fridge, she lit a cigarette and vented to me her marital problems. She told me she fell in love and married young to a businessman who attended a weekend long convention at her family's hotel in Atlantic City. He was a very handsome and charismatic older gentleman with an unfortunate propensity for younger woman. Against her father's wishes she ran off with him and turned her back on her family. She said she has collected proof of his infidelity for the last five years; secret texts, emails and pictures. And tonight when she went home after the flight cancellation, she walked in on him having sex with the maid's 19 year old daughter. 

She then began to cry with a devastating intensity that made her gasp for every breath. I felt compelled to go to her and rub her shoulders in comfort. She stood up and hugged me tightly crying her heart out. I held her in my arms, kissed her forehead and told her that her husband was a fool for not appreciating her. I went on and on to a lady I just met about how I wished I could find someone as beautiful and devoted. Her face was nuzzled in the opening of my robe and my words to console seemed to have taking a different affect. Her embrace loosened and shifted to my lower back. I began to feel her gentle kisses on my chess while she sobbed and whimpered her pain away. I didn't want to take advantage but I couldn't deny the sensations that were quickly overwhelming me. She looked up at me, batting her long curly eyelashes that slightly obscured her tear soaked eyes and asked; 

"You really think I'm beautiful." 

"Of course, when I first saw you I couldn't stop staring at you. I thought to myself, you were the most beautiful woman I ever seen." I explained. 

"You're just being nice, besides, I'm old enough to be your mother." She modestly contested 

"Are you kidding? Unless you were having sex at the age of nine, I'm 23." I proudly protested. 

She gave me a perplexed look then smiled and said; "You can't be serious, as a matter of fact my birthday was last month, I'm 41. I was headed to New Jersey to celebrate with my sister." 

I was taken back, there was no way this gorgeous woman was in her forties. I wouldn't have guessed she was anywhere north of thirty five. She pulled away and sat in the recliner and sadly said; 

"That's why he doesn't want me anymore. He used me up and tossed me aside. I can't even remember the last time he touched me." 

I knelt before her and wiped away her tears as I pleaded; "No you mustn't think that way. You're gorgeous please believe me. He has the problem, not you...not you." 

She grabbed the lapels of my robe, pulling me in close to her kiss but protesting her actions; "I really shouldn't be doing this! Oh God! I really shouldn't be doing this!"

Her legs spread open, inviting me into her embrace and I absolutely thought I was dreaming. We kissed with a lustful hot abandon that felt so foreign yet so familiar. I grew drunk with her taste, her licks, the tenderness of her tongue as it danced so sinfully in my mouth. I pulled her hips to the edge of the chair and she untied my robe exposing my hardening staff. She looked down at my member, gave a crooked smile and whispered;

"Ay, yi yi yi." 

As she unbuttoned her blouse at a deliberate pace, admiring my body, she ordered me to stand up to take full inventory. I'm no Adonis but women have described me as humbly handsome and I do take care of myself. Trust me, I didn't have a problem posing and flexing for this Latin temptress. She undressed to her black lace panties where she slid her right hand in to rub herself then pinched her right nipple with the other. I walked towards her stroking my cock as she lain back in bliss, enjoying the spectacle and cooing to her own manipulations. Her legs parted to reveal her damp lace covered flower that gave off a sweet subtle hint of musk.

My hands trembled when I reached to relieve her from her underwear. She covered my hands with her own to calm me, staring passionately into my eyes; "Make me your woman, even if it's just for tonight." And she helped me ease off her panties. We both stood up kissing intensely, caressing fiercely as if our bodies coexisted feeding off each other. The heat was kinetic and alive, our rhythm seemed synchronized and electric and our desires were insatiable. I pushed her against the window as I kissed my way down to her ample bosom, sucking her pink erect nipples. Her moans were that of a trapped soul newly liberated and I revealed in it. I roamed my way down her perfumed, toned body, kissing her heaving chest, her supple belly, down to her smoothly shaven pubis. Her body flinched at the mere touch of my tongue to her eagerly pronounced clitoris, encouraging me to submerge my licks deep into her depths. She grabbed my hair and draped her right leg over my left shoulder as I twirled my tongue in and out of her tight little pink pussy. My face glazed with her glorious nectar with every drop tastier than the last, baptizing me while she came profusely. She began to convulse more violently with each touch, each lick, each gentle kiss to her love button. Her cries lingered in the air, serenading my plunder and grew even more thunderous when her climax drew near.

"Aye Poppy! Eso!, Eso mi corazon!. A Dios mio! YES! YES! YES! Hmm.

She braced herself against the widow as I lifted her leg off my shoulder and turned her around to face the LA night line. I made her spread her legs as if she was about to be frisked and I plunged face deep between her voluptuous buttocks, ramming my tongue deep in her sweet wet snatch. She gasped in surprised delight; "OH SWEET BABY JESUS! oooow Right there, right THERE! She pleaded.

Continuously I tongue fucked her pussy while rapidly massaging her clit into an orgasmic frenzy. Her balled fist pounded the window furiously, exposing her futile attempts to compose herself. She reached for the back of my head from behind her, pushing my face deeper in. She pushed her ass out completely and her buttocks parted, enabling the tip of my nose to tickle her anus. She have such a pretty little pink anus, so inviting, I had to make it mine. I grabbed and spread her buttocks and ran my flatten tongue up, across her tiny sphincter ring. I flicked then twirled my tongue around, causing her to buck her hips uncontrollably, screaming; 

"AYE POPPY! Please! Please! Please! Have mercy. Ooow espere un momento. Poppy! WAIT! WAIT!"

She turned around, out of breath and held my face with both hands assisting me to a standing position and said; 

"Aye Poppy, the things you do. You have to take it easy, my heart can't take it. No mas por favor. Please, just make love to me." 

I didn't understand her need to feel loved, safe and needed until then. It was then I truly saw the woman instead of the preconceived self-confident, sex symbol I imagined her to be. "I'm so sorry Mrs. Garcia. I haven't been with a woman in three years, and you are the most beautiful woman I ever seen. I just got carried away."

She studied my eyes to asses my sincerity and I could tell that she was moved in the she kissed me. It was as if it was safe enough for her to breath, to trust her heart again, to finally be able to surrender to a man again and her eyes watered to that notion. As our tongues collided she took the initiative to grab and caress my cock, stimulating my inner beast but careful enough not to completely arouse his ravenous appetite. Then suddenly she stopped, smiled at me and then walked away, swaying her lovely hips deliberately to the left then the right all the way to the bed. I just stood there, stroking my cock and watched as she climbed onto that King's sized bed, lying on her back with one hand behind her head and the other rubbing her clit; 

"Well are you going to just stand there holding your dick? Or are you going to join me?" She asked with a smug smile. 

I walked toward her as calmly as possible with my heart racing at a hundred beats per second. I climbed into the bed apprehensively with a million things running through my mind. She coaxed me into mounting her, kissing me as I spread her legs with mine. I wanted to rest my manhood on her pretty pink mound but her hand was strategically covering her treasures; 

"No, no Poppy not so fast. You have to be gentle with me. Permitame."

She grabbed my vessel with both hands, stroking my length and thumb massaging the tip. She used two fingers to part her labia and lined me gently into her sweetness. It was so warm, soft and wet, a feeling that I had long forgotten. "Push Poppy, push!" She whispered and I slowly thrust into her tightness. It was alarmingly evident how much she needed it. "A Dios mio Poppy take all of me por favor." I held her deeply in my arms and obliged her, piercing her wanton flesh mercilessly deeper with each stroke and she shouted; 

"OH DEAR GOD! YES! UH! UH! OH YES! ZION! Oh...my...God! Besa me baby, kissss me."

Her snug fit initially humbled me from the texture, milking my shaft with her pulsating, velvet-like grip. I had to refocus my efforts by pausing ever so often to kiss her, finessing my tongue down her neck and sucking my mark on her blazing skin. Whenever she wanted me to continue my fuck pace, she would squeeze my buttocks, pushing me inside her. She felt too good to deny, instinctively I thrust into her, increasing my stride. I hovered over her, resting on my hands to watch her facial expressions contort as my slow gentle stride turned gradually into a wrathful ram fest and she loved it.

I caressed her face, sticking my thumb in her mouth as she moaned and sucked it so sensuously. She rubbed her hands up and down my back as my hips maneuvered clockwise and counter clockwise, pounding away her troubles. Her orgasms were multiple and vigorous, producing periodic siren type screams of passion. Her nails dug in deep into my back when she wrapped her right leg around my waist. I kissed her neck and her nails skinned me at my deepest penetration. I raised her left leg and piston pile drove my length inside her triumphantly. Her breathy cries of yes and more conveyed that she no longer wanted to be made love to, coddled or made to feel safe. She knew she was safe and her inhibitions melted away. She wanted something more primal, she wanted to be fucked. 


We Have Something in Carmen



She sat up, biting and licking my chest, staring up at me as I slowly pulled out rock hard and throbbing. She touched my bottom lip with her finger, baring a lustful look on her face. She then turned around on her knees, resting her head on the pillow. Her knees spread and she reached between her legs to guide me inside while her beautiful ass displayed itself before me.

"AYE! AYE! AYE! SI POPPY! RAPIDO! RAPIDO! A DIOS MIO POPPY! MAS! MAS!" 

(Faster! Faster! Oh my God Poppy! More! More!) 

I loved her accent, it drove me absolutely crazy, fuelling my frenzy beyond pace, beyond measure. The sweat poured down my back, stinging the scratch marks but I didn't care, it was more wood for the furnace. At this point I could do no wrong with this woman. If I slap her ass, she would squeal and begged for more. If I pulled her hair, she would pump back with tenacity until she convulsed into orgasm. When my cock accidentally slipped out and poked her in the ass, she demanded that I fuck her ass. It was incredible because in comparison her anus was minuscule to the girth of my cock. But she insisted no matter how much I reasoned with her. She spread her buttocks with both hands, stretching her anal ring and stuffed her face into the pillow bracing herself. 

I slowly pulled out of her tender mercy, marinated in her essence that would soon act as a lubricant. Her tiny sphincter perked in anticipation when my cock's tip grazed the crest of her cavity. Deliberately I caressed my penis against her anus in circular motions to lubricate her rim. My initial thrust was met with her screaming oh God into the pillow but I ventured on, gaining more access. Each thrust was more grueling than the last, her fist would pound the bed and she'd push back urging for more. The restriction to my member proved to be too much, only working half my length into her glory hole. She reached behind, grabbing my ass and worked her hips magnificently to my counter pumps. Her snug tiny hole plus my apprehensiveness to advance any further spoke to both of our inexperience. But the sensation seemed so overwhelming judging by her loud inaudible growls as she mangled the pillow. The room echoed with her Spanish laced profanity warning me not to stop. Consoling her was no longer an option, it was clear she wanted me to defile her, she was a nasty little freak and I dig that about her. Fucking her tight little ass became my life's ambition until I felt the spasms at the base of my shaft. I couldn't prolong the outcome any longer, nor did I want to. 

In that instance three years of pinned up frustrations, anger and animosity came spewing out of me in warm creamy streams. When I exited and stroked out what seemed to be volumes of cum overflowing her cavity. Each stroke unleashed more streams until finally only modest squirts of my essence fed out. I never came so hard, certainly not as far as weakening myself or screaming myself hoarse. 

I gathered myself and left the bed to get a couple of bottles water from the mini-fridge while she lain limp where I left her. I opened a bottle, placed it on the nightstand for her and I sat in the chair to watch this mysterious woman. She sat up, took a swig of water, smiled and shook her head before walking to the bathroom. After five minutes of sitting in confusion about what just transpired I heard:

"Zion! Poppy! Why don't you come join me in the shower?!" But of course I did.

The rest of the night we spooned in the bed discovering each other. I told her about my life, my ex fiancé, my economic career aspirations pre breakup to my humanitarian aspirations post break up. Then she went on to tell me about her youth in New Jersey, her desire to travel and how it was key to her being seduced to run away with her husband. She spoke about the many years of emotional abuse by him and the forced isolation from her family. How things changed when she turned thirty, his leaving for weeks and returning disconnected and disinterested in their lives. Her marriage seemed reward-less except for her unlimited expense account. Their sex life she described as infrequent and mundane till he stopped making an effort all together. She told me she reconnected with her family two years ago and they'd encouraged her to her leave him. So secretly she retained a lawyer and a private investigator to file the necessary paperwork along with photos of his infidelity. The idea was to send them when she reached back east but she caught him red handed. That's when she thought it fitting to tape it on the bedroom door. 

Which brings us to this part of the story with her in my hotel room and claiming she had nowhere else to go. She said she never cheated on her husband before and had no intentions of sleeping with me. It was my loving ways and kind heartedness but I began to believe that I was a revenge fuck. She expressed that it was a onetime thing and we could never be together again. And when she insisted that we control ourselves I commenced to kissing her neck. Under the covers as we spooned in the nude, my cock swelled between her legs. She feigned protest while she rocked her hips back and forth agitating her clit against the wealth of my erection. My hand cupped firmly around her breast with her nipple pinched between the length of my thumb and forefinger. She reached back to caress my face and arched her back invitingly. Suddenly her protest morphed into moans of amorous affirmation. I positioned myself into her hot, pulsing threshold and forged through completely. She turned more into me, enabling my efforts to suck and lick her stiffened pink nipple. There we were contorted in a copulate body mesh, once more grinding any notion of reality away. Nothing made sense but everything seemed right, from our profession of love, to our baseless promises to never part. We barely knew each other and it was only a matter of hours before our world wind fantasy would end. We wasted no time pondering on what could be, instead we lost ourselves in each other's passions till our climatic demise rendered us no more. 

That morning I woke up to her dressing and she smiled at me pointing to her watch. The clock said 8:30 am and I rushed to the bathroom to get ready to leave within the hour. By the time I was finished she had already left without warning and I panicked. I rushed out to the front desk and was told that I was already checked out. I then rushed through the lobby towards the door fumbling with my bags when I heard Carmen shout out my name. She was sitting in one of those huge Victorian chairs having coffee, texting on her Blackberry while arguing on her blue tooth. Much like in her car the past evening, she ignored me except to tell me to put my things in the car. This continued all the way to the airport where we parted ways, she into her first class section and me into coach. I saw her again when we touched down in NYC while I was waiting for a cab. A Lincoln town car pulled up to whisk her away to her destination. She smiled at me before she got into the car and POOF she was gone. 

My reception at home was in a word, epic. My two little sisters mauled me with hugs and kisses in the front yard. And my parents in their glee bombarded me with so much love and affection, I missed them dearly. We spent the day catching up while they stuffed me with food and asked me about my travels. My dad, full of excitement called the entire family and friends to invite them over for a fourth of July/birthday celebration for that weekend. Later that evening I went to my bedroom to reacquaint myself with my youth and unpack my things. As I sat on my bed thinking how much smaller my room seemed, I heard a beeping sound coming from my duffel bag. Much to my surprise, Carmen had stuffed a Blackberry into my things with these messages; 

"Zion, I was perfectly content with our wonderful night together and leaving our secret in that hotel room. The truth is I never felt the way you made me feel and maybe I'm crazy but I don't want it to end. I tried so hard to forget you but you haunt my every thought. I want to see you tonight if that's possible. I'm in New Jersey having dinner with my sister and mother, we should be done in a hour. If you want we can go out for drinks afterwards. I miss you."

I texted her back and we agreed to meet at an after hour Jazz club in SOHO. The smile on my father's face was priceless when I told him I needed his car for a date that evening. He was even more impressed when I told him how we met the day prior. Well I was a bit modest with the details. He felt so helpless during my heartbreak and was hard on himself when he couldn't get to stay in the states. So it was great seeing the pride back on his face.

I had a difficult time finding something to wear, all of my dress clothes were a bit out dated. I managed to pick out a nice shirt, jacket and slacks that were decent enough. Finding the club was a little tricky but when I reached there, the place looked amazing. They had a live Jazz band on a lit stage with dimly lit tables for two surrounding it and a bar at the back. I thought I was early, at least until I went to the bar where I saw Carmen laughing and enjoying the crowd of men vying for her attention. I stood there patiently against the wall enjoying the music for a good ten minutes when she finally noticed me. Excusing herself to a collective disappointing round of sighs, she ran to me smiling and kissing me in front of them. 

She looked gorgeous in her red silk form fitting dress with the low neck line and her black open toe stilettos. Her hair was up showing off her brown eyes, full lips and cheekbone structure. She truly made me the object of envy in that place. We got a table, listened to the band and held hands. We talked about my family's surprised reaction to my arrival and my dad's fascination with my love life. But my heart skipped a beat when she confessed she told her mom and sister about me because of the hickeys on her neck. They were afraid that she might've reconciled with her husband. She also told me that her sister kept asking if I was famous because my name sounded so familiar. Then she told me her husband begged for forgiveness after he realized the conditions of the prenuptial agreement. She laughed at the hilarity.

Somehow at 3 am she convinced me to follow her to her sister's house in New Jersey. Actually the lure of skinny dipping in her sister's hot tub didn't need much convincing. When we arrived, her sister's home was a large fenced off estate that covered hundreds of acres with no neighbors within sight. There were cherry blossom trees, a coy pond that surrounded a gazebo and a Tennis court several yards from the house. I asked her what her sister did and she said she's in education. In the 90's her family's hotel did so well, they were able to expand, she explained.

As for the hot tub, Wow! I never saw anything like it. It was connected to a pool next to a fire pit overlooking a lake. They even had an outdoor fully serviced kitchen with a BBQ pit. We undressed by the patio furniture which served as our personal clothes shelf; 

"Did I tell you how delicious you look this evening Mr. Bennett, you dress up well with your muscles bulging out of your shirt." she touted. 

"Me? Where do I begin Mrs. Garcia? That red dress almost caused a traffic jam. I thought I would have to fight those men off you." I explained. "I threw this together out of my closet, I've grown a bit I guess." I added. 

"Aye Poppy, it's Mz. Martinez, I'm taking back my maiden name." She said holding me and kissing my chest. "So you were going to fight off the wolves huh Poppy? I wore that dress for you, it's not my fault if they like." 

She backed into the hot tub leading me, playfully splashing me continuously and giving chase. It was fun chasing her around, splashing each other, watching her behaving so giddy and spry. I grabbed onto her, holding her firmly against me as she laughed and splashed me. When she felt the wealth of my erection against her belly, she melted in my arms. We kissed so deeply and passionately that our teeth lightly clashed but that didn't deter us. The intensity of our kissing and caressing made our bodies burn hotter than the water we were emerged in. She pushed me against the edge of the tub much like I did her against the hotel window the night before. I sat on the edge of the hot tub when she took hold of my cock and stroked it. She positioned herself between my legs, sucking my tongue and bottom lip then gently biting me, she asked; 

"You like it Poppy? That's what you like? Me lo quieres poner en mi boca?" 

(Do you want me to put it in my mouth?) 

"Oh yes baby please" I whispered. "You're going make me scream and wake your sister." I warned. 

She giggled and said; "No te preocupe she can't hear us from her bedroom, scream all you want." (Don't you worry)

She began to trace the head of my cock with her tongue, staring up at me and teasing it with short soothing licks. It was so surreal, so sensual. When she took me into her warm, wet mouth I thought I would explode. I haven't had a blow job in so long and the way her full lips and tongue raced up and down my shaft made my dick ache with pulsation. Her hands stroked my length massaging the steamy water into my flesh awakening every nerve. My buttocks clinched tight while she attempted to swallow me whole. I had no idea how loud I was begging for mercy and she didn't care by the way she devoured me. A light came on in one of the windows I tried to tell her but she sucked me at a furious pace, it was so damn good. She used her tongue with surgical precision tracing each vein, down the shaft and around each testicle. It was so slutty, freaky and nasty, making my eyes roll back in my head. 

When she finally granted me mercy, she climbed on me and we held each other kissing and whispering; 

"I think we are being watched." I warned. 

She looked at the lit window; "So let them watch. It's only my sister and I've seen her do far worst Poppy." 

"Yes but I'm nude making love to her sister in her backyard." I said. 

"Aye Poppy, are you embarrassed?" She chuckled and said; "Trust me Poppy, with that monster you have there, you have no reason to be embarrassed." 

She made me blush and continued to kiss me, rubbing her warm body against mine. She reached for my cock between us while she straddled me and whispered: "I want you now." I held her and slid off the edge into the hot tub and as we submerged, she sank me deep inside her. Her body shivered from each piercing inch when she consumed my entirety. I grabbed and spread her ass cheeks, thrusting my hips into her down strokes while she gasped and moaned in ecstasy. The night light shimmered off her wet firm breast, splashing frantically with every pounce. I grabbed them both, sucking and pulling them between my lips. She rode my cock furiously, bucking and screaming my name, working her hot, tight pussy masterfully into orgasm. I felt her tightening up as she pushed down completely, her body seized and quivered at my continued pumps to lure out her climax. 

"OH ZION! I'M COMING POPPY! OH! OH! OH MY GOD! BABY! Aawww, mmm." 

She was spent but she continued to ride me like there was no other place she'd rather be and once again we began to deceive each other. 

"Zion I love you so much baby. Please never leave me." 

"You know I love you too baby. I'll never leave, you are mines forever." 

"Will you marry me Zion? Please baby, say you'll marry me." 

Without answering her I kissed her knowing that she was feeling vulnerable. Any answer I could give her would eventually hurt her when I left for Laos. She lost herself in my kiss and started grinding with more vigor. She untied her hair and let it flow down into the water then flared it every so often as our pace quickened. I urged her to turn around so I can enjoy her in reverse and she loved it, her reaction was more chaotic from the deeper penetration. The way she moved her ass was getting the best of me, so I stood up to compose myself. She then rested on her knees on the hot tub seat, legs close to tighten the grip. I grabbed her hair with my left hand and her breast with the right and plowed away at her tiny throbbing pussy. The day was breaking and the view to the lit widow revealed the outline of a face staring at us behind a slightly drawn curtain. It was a bit bazaar and oddly erotic at the same time. The thought of someone watching us fuck brought an extra gear in me causing me to thrust with my all. Carmen's body tensed up and she screamed in pleasurable agony, grabbing for a near by patio chair. I raised my right foot above her to rest on the edge of the hot tube for leverage, deepening my ram fest. It was only seconds before my own climax would thunderously approach when I looked up at the window once more. The morning light clearly exposed the figure in the window and as I suspected, it was my High school guidance counselor holding her hand over her mouth in disbelief. Carmen's spastic body vibrated her moans while she was seething with orgasm.

"OH MI REY! OH! OH! OH YES! OH GOD! RIGHT THERE POPPY! AH YEEESS!"

I pulled her hair harder when I felt my eruption rush furiously through my urethra and without withdrawing I allowed every drop of my essence to coat the inside of her love canal. Oh God, words cannot express the exhilarating sensations that coursed throughout my vessel during my last few pumps into her quivering body. It was like bolts of lightning struck my depths and shot out of my cock, causing my screams to echo throughout the complex.

"OHHH MY GODDD!!! AHHH DAMN!!!"

When I pulled out and sat back, her round ass was hovering the surface of the water, glistening wet and juicy. I wanted more but we were way too exhausted and breathing heavily. I noticed the window was empty when Carmen retrieved a couple of towels from the nearby pool house. As we dried off, I turned to her and said; 

"We were being watched, I saw your sister's face and I think I know her." 

She replied; "Yea I saw her also but we are all adults. You think you know her? How is that possible?" 

"You said she works in education, right? Well I think she was my High school guidance counselor."

"Poppy you got to be kidding. My little sister Nereida?" 

"Yes Ms. N. Martinez is written in bold letters on her office door." I replied

She laughed hysterically at the thought of having an affair with one of her sister's old students. I was mortified and I rushed to put my clothes on. She asked me to accompany her into the house, it had been two days since we met and neither one of us had much sleep. I had to return my father's car for the celebration and she wanted to make me breakfast for the long journey back. Like every place she exposed me to, this house was huge and extravagant. Although we never ventured much away from the kitchen, I could tell it would take days to get the full appreciation of that place. She made me bacon, eggs and toast with coffee then sat on my lap at the kitchen's nook to feed me. She enjoyed serving me, laughing and flirting, it was almost as if she didn't want me to leave. That's when we heard someone clearing their throat and I froze. Carmen looked over my shoulder and giggled, whispering in my ear; 

"Oh oh, it's my sister Poppy, you're in trouble now." 

I sat there terrified thinking oh God please not now. After a few seconds of panic I thought fuck it, I'm not her student anymore and we are all adults here. 

Carmen; "Hey sis you're up early. I made breakfast, care for any?" 

Nereida; "No, I'm going for a run, I just came to get my water bottle. Perhaps when I get back I'll have some toast and O.J. So who's your friend?" 

Carmen giggled and said; "You remember the gentleman I told you about? Which is funny, remember you asked if he was famous because his name sound familiar? Well he seems to know you also. Zion this is my sister Nereida." 




We Have Something in Carmen



My back was turned to her so she didn't see me cringing in my seat. I stood up and turned around, extending my hand to shake hers and I can see the devious look on Carmen's face as she giggled at the look on Nereida's face. 

"How are you doing Ms. Martinez? You may remember me from a few years ago, you were my guidance counselor. I said nervously." 

The look on her face was complete and utter horror. Carmen on the other hand was bent over in hysterics. Nereida looked at me with a fretful smile and faintly blurted out; 

"Oh yes, yes of course. It's been so long and you look great. It's so nice to see you again." Then she turned to Carmen and said; "May I speak with you for a minute?"

Nereida grabbed Carmen by the arm and pull her by the refrigerator and frantically berated her in Spanish. Now I do speak Spanish but theirs was a dialect called spanglish which is a little confusing. Nereida was angry with the situation, my very presence was an exercise in Carmen's poor judgment and she wanted me gone. Carmen simply reminded her that she was older and who she chose to see was her business. She also told her that I was no longer her student,; that it was rude to have that discussion at that moment and they would talk later. I couldn't help but notice how sexy Nereida looked in her spandex running gear, so curvaceous and her ass looked so firm and soft. They were talking and Nereida bent over to tie her sneakers, I wanted to walk up behind her and rub my cock against her. Carmen watched me ogling her sister and told her so in Spanish. She told Nereida that she better go jogging before she make me fuck them both. I laughed reactively cluing Carmen of my ability to understand Spanish. Nereida stood up smiling, grabbed her water and rushed out for her jog. Carmen came back to the nook where I was and I asked; 

"Should I leave?" 

And she replied; "No, sit down and finish your breakfast. It seems you have a few tricks up your sleeve Mr. Bennet." 

"What do you mean?" I asked 

She asked; "Por que no me dijiste que hablas espanol cuando habias conocido?" 

"You never asked me if I could speak Spanish. Besides you were too busy on your cell. Listen why don't you and your sister come to my house for the celebration." 

"She sat on my lap and said; "I would love that. I get to meet your folks so soon, hmm. Oh don't think I forgot how you were checking out my sister Mister. I should let her turn you out." 

"She is sexy at that, I thought about her a lot in High School but I have all I need right here. I explained with a smile." 

"Don't speak so fast you may get lucky Poppy." She laughed and continued; You better go my love, we'll see you later."

Later that day I woke up to the sounds of children running in my parents front lawn. I was too tired to leave the car when I reached home so I stayed in the driveway and slept. I went in the house to shower, change clothes and help my dad set up for the festivities. At 5 o'clock a lot of my family and friends had arrived and I was super happy to see them but I couldn't help being a little distracted, Carmen occupied my thoughts. I did manage to have fun when my Home boys and I went to a nearby park to play basketball and to catch up. Everyone had such wonderful lives but they all seemed more interested in mines, especially about the whole deal with my ex. It turns out she was in town and my so called close friend Amanda invited her to my family's celebration. 

As the sun was setting I ran home to shower just in case Carmen and her sister showed up. But as luck would have it, it started to lightly rain. When I reached home, I spotted my ex fiance Fiona sitting on my porch having a conversation with my mom. I hesitated to go into the yard until she spotted me trying to slink away. She lit up with the most miraculous smile that instantly reminded me why I first fell in love with her and I melted. She was even more breath taking than I remembered. Her dark ebony skin tone, full supple lips, big brown eyes and her long beautiful sandy brown hair. When she stood up, her 5'4'' 126 lbs curvaceous frame was gloriously wrapped in tight designer jeans and a white baby doll T-shirt that exposed her toned abdomen. I reluctantly walked to the porch and greeted her with a hug but with mixed emotions. I desperately wanted to hate her but she felt like home in my arms. She held onto my sweaty bare torso as if her life depended on it, and to be honest I lost myself in the familiarity. 

"Oh my God I missed you so much Zion, you have no idea how much I missed and thought about you." 

And for a fleeting moment after she said that, I allowed all of the pain and anguish to purge out of me, suddenly I was happy to see her. She took my hand and we went up to my bedroom to talk privately. She waited patiently in my room while I showered and dressed in the bathroom. When I returned we made small talk, ignoring the elephant in the room. Her life seemed so perfect without me, leaving a lingering thought that it was easy for her to move on. She accomplished almost all her academic goals in finance and was courted heavily by Wall Street during her final semester in grad school. She will be starting her new career at one of the biggest and most reputable financial firms on Wall Street after the weekend. She said after our break up she decided to dedicate her life to achieving her goals, but it was hard at first because I left without a word. She told me my departure was devastating to her and that she never meant to hurt me. Apparently, she like so many other girls before her fell victim to our former Professor's charms until he got what he wanted. She said the beating I gave him brought a truth about him to light. Other girls began to report his behavior to the College board which led to his resignation. She began to apologize and cry uncontrollably, begging for my forgiveness. I don't know what it is about me and crying women. I always need to comfort them which somehow always lead to trouble. Stupidly I sat beside her on my bed and held her.

"Now, now stop that. I forgave you almost immediately, but I had to leave for my sake. I never hated you, just disappointed, even more so with myself. I know I was also at fault." I assured. 

"No Zion, that's simply not true, you were the best fiance any girl could ask for. I was selfish." 

After a moment of silence and deep penetrating stares, like clockwork she started kissing me and I neither had the heart nor the will to stop her. She tasted so familiarly good, her lips were softer than I remembered, her tongue silkier and her body more tempting. And just as quickly as I put my clothes on, it was equally as quick for us to remove them. Her beautiful chocolate body that was once my playground, once again surrendered to the rhythm of my touch. Her perky firm breast beguiled me, I couldn't stop myself from enjoying every luscious inch of this magnificent woman. My cock stiffened to her stroking touch and I was ablaze. She begged me to ravish her like I use to as I caressed and kissed her breast. I kissed down her body and she pushed my head down deep between her steamy warm thighs. I raised her legs and parted them wide, inserting my tongue slowly in her rich tight mound. She purred that high pitched purr that haunted our many sexcapades of the past. Her unshaven pubis tickled my nostrils as her moistened pussy throbbed against my bottom lip and chin. I attacked her clitoris with an unbridled vigor that was encouraged by her frantic squirms of ecstasy.

When I slid my middle finger inside her and sucked her clit, she covered her mouth and screamed into her hands. She came quickly and hard to my finger fucking, splashing my face and bed sheets. I stood up and pulled her to the edge of the bed and she sat up with her face inches from my pulsing cock. She grabbed and licked the head, rubbing it against her puckered lips. I reached out to caress her face while she licked and sucked me for what seemed to be an eternity. She then stood on the bed before me with her ample full bosoms situated firmly in my face. I traced my tongue around the dark areola of her right breast and then sucked her nipple gently into my mouth. She held my head close to her and wrapped her legs around my torso. I hugged her and stepped away from the bed with her clinging to me. I then positioned my vessel to her pretty little slit and eased my grip to let her weight aid the penetration. 

Her face contorted and her body wretched to her slow, snug descent to the base of my cock. I grabbed both of her buttocks, holding her in place as I pulled partially out and plunged completely back into her. She held me tighter around the neck, biting my ear lobe and grunting fiercely to each mighty thrust. When she started to grind her petite sweetness so eagerly on my cock, I stumbled back onto the window. Faintly in the background I overheard my father and Carmen talking in the front yard. A smile came across my face and Fiona smiled thinking it was intended for our experience. I placed her on my computer desk where we kissed and fucked on that old unsteady contraption that kept banging against the wall. When the lamp and books fell off the desk, I picked her up and I sat down in my desk chair where she road me staring into my eyes with fiery hot lust. From her sexy little moans and pants to the way her tiny pussy still fitted like a snug little glove all sparked a certain nostalgia. But there was also a feeling of an end of an era. We knew that this was just closure, our beautiful way of saying goodbye and it became evident in our whispers. 

"Oh Zion, my life won't be the same without you. Ooow! You will always be a part of me my love. I'll love you always. Mmm yeesss, ahh ahh." 

"No matter where I am in the world my heart will always sing out your name Fiona, please know that baby girl." 

I picked her up once more and place her gently in the bed and plowed deeply inside her. I stared into her eyes knowing it would be the last time I would know her like this. It took everything inside of me to hold back my tears but to no avail. Just as I was about to cum, I felt her orgasm pulsing around my cock and a tear dropped from my eye and hit her cheek. I pulled out seconds before I blew and spewed streams of cum all over her inner thigh. I collapsed on top of her and we held each other in our exhaustion. Minutes later my dad abruptly knocked on my door and said. 

"Son, will you be down anytime soon? You have guest." 

To which I replied; "Yes Pop, I'm just finishing in here. Let them know I'll be right there." 

When Fiona and I went into the bathroom to freshen up she made an observation and then asked; 

"A little while ago you seemed so sad, but when your father told you that you have company, you lit up like a Christmas tree. Is that a special friend?" 

I smiled and said; "I don't know, maybe. I mean we just met but she's pretty special." 

"Well she better be or else." She playfully warned. "I'm glad you found somebody who makes you happy Zion. Anyone I know?" She asked. 

"As a matter of fact you know her sister, Ms. Martinez, our High School guidance counselor." 

Fiona's mouth dropped and she gasped for air asking; "What?!!! Get out of here! You were only here for two days. How the hell did that happened?"

And as I dressed, I explained to the old love of my life how I met my new love. It was a bit awkward but she seemed to understand. 

"Just think Zion, if you stayed away you would've missed out on a blessing, good for you. And don't worry I don't have any intentions on staying, I just wanted to see you." 

We kissed once more, hugged each other and said our goodbyes. As she was leaving my room, she turned around, tossing her panties to me. A letter was attached to them and she told me not to read it until I get on the plane. I watched her from my window as she made her way through my crowded yard saying her goodbyes. She paused briefly to speak to Ms. Martinez, waved at me and disappeared into the night. I lingered a bit longer contemplating the reunion and then I heard from behind; 

"Well, well, well Mr. Bennett, it seems to me you've been a very busy, naughty young man. " 

It was Carmen's sexy accent filling my bedroom and I couldn't be more delighted. She walked up behind me, embraced me and gently kissed the nape of my neck. She reached for my cock and pet it three times and said; 

"I hope you didn't exhaust my candy stick Poppy, he still has work to do. And before you lie to me, your father, Nereida and I were up here earlier and we heard you two." 

I gave a nervous chuckle and said; "That was my ex, I guess that was our way of saying goodbye, you know, closure." 

She squeezed my cock tighter and responded "Closure huh? Well she is gorgeous, I'm sorry things didn't work out." 

I'm quite sure she meant that last part when it came out of her mouth, but her poor attempt to muffle her giggles told me that her sentiment didn't last long. When I turned to greet her properly, I was floored by her beautiful dimpled smile. Her hair was in a ponytail and she wore black Capri skinny jeans, a pastel green blouse and black sandals. She looked wickedly sexy and I was starting to regret my prior activity, well only for a minute. We sat briefly to chat about my room and my family before we joined the festivities. We knew we couldn't leave her sister alone for too long. 

The celebration was outstanding, the food, the music and the people were splendid. The weather held up and dad made sure the lighting was sufficient for the evening. My mom and Carmen was chatting like old friends, serving food. Ms. Martinez seemed to be enjoying herself talking to a few of her former male students, who I'm sure, were hoping to be so lucky. My sisters and their teenage friends littered the backyard waiting for the fireworks display. And dad and I manned the grill, drinks and music. My dad and friends wasted no time cornering me to drill me about Fiona and Carmen. It was indeed a bit awkward with him being my dad and all, but then I began to view my father differently. He was relating to me not just as his son but as a man and the pride on his face was priceless. It was as if he was living vicariously through me and although I didn't get into too much details, his smile said it all. I'd notice every once in a while Carmen would smile as she watched me peacock for the fellas. Nereida, on the other hand, not so much. She would look at me with disdain as if I did something to piss her off. So I went to her to ask her if I could get her anything and she very sarcastically said; 

"There's nothing wrong with my legs. If I need anything, I'm more than capable of getting it myself Lover."

She shut the smile on my face down and sent me on my walk of shame. I asked Carmen why her sister was giving me the cold shoulder. She told me that Nereida thought it was inappropriate to invite them over if I was going to be with other women. 

Although I understood how she felt, I couldn't allow the person who helped shape my life have the last impression of me be that of disappointment. So nervously I approached her and attempted to explain myself but she was clearly annoyed. Her harsh expression of disbelief at the very commencement of my speech didn't begin to soften until I reached the grueling details of my story. Funny, but I could've sworn I saw a slight smirk on her face when I mentioned her influence on my Peace corp enlistment. She soon warmed up to me and I couldn't get her to stop talking, which was ok by me. 

I began to remember the many private counseling sessions in High School and how I would imagine how soft her pretty full lips were. I found myself gazing down her halter top at her lovely pert tits wrapped snugly in her laced bra. Sitting next to her wasn't easy, especially when she spoke of something that amused her. She would laugh and innocently grab my thigh and leaned into me. It didn't take long for me to feel Carmen burning a hole into me, watching my every move with her sister. I then excused myself to spend time with Carmen to deter any hard feelings. Then instantly Carmen grabbed my shirt and kissed me in front of everyone, but I detected it was more for her sister's benefit. She then took me inside the house to speak with me and it oddly seemed as if she was trying to warn me about her sister. And just as she mentioned her name, Ms. Martinez walked into the house and asked for the bathroom. While I showed her the bathroom, Carmen received a call on her cell from her husband and I could hear the bickering from the hallway. When I returned she told me she had to leave for a couple of hours because her husband was at her parents' home. I practically had to chase her to her car; 

"Carmen wait, aren't you forgetting someone? Your sister is in my house. Don't you want to wait for her?" 

"Relax Zion, she'll be fine. I'm sure she'll be safe in your hands Poppy. Just tell her what happened and I'll be back shortly. Oh be careful with that one Zion, you don't know her as well as you think." She warned.

Just like that she was gone. Something told me to go retrieve my Blackberry from my room just in case she needed me. However, from the lawn, I noticed movement in my bedroom near the window. When I reached at my bedroom door, Ms. Martinez was sitting at my computer desk reading my old book of poetry; 

"Oh, Ms. Martinez, there you are. Carmen told me to keep you company, she left to meet her husband who apparently called from your parents' house." I said. 

She looked at me, closed the book and said; "Sorry for being in your room Zion. Since you haven't given us the official tour, I took the liberty if you don't mind. Nice poetry, I see your talents are boundless." She said with a sarcastic smirk. 

"So she left me and you're supposed to be my babysitter huh? Well no thank you, I'll just get a cab. It was really nice seeing you again Zion, take care of yourself." 

She walked out abruptly with my poetry book in hand but I was so distracted watching her lovely shaped ass to protest. When I grabbed my Blackberry I quickly realized Carmen would kill me if I let her sister leave by herself.

"Wait Ms. Martinez! Wait! Listen, don't leave, Carmen said she'll be back in a couple of hours, if she's not here by then I'll take you home myself." 

She stood on the bottom step with her faux expression of annoyance and said; "I will stay only on the condition that you sit with me during the firework display." When I told her it was a date, she blushed like an innocent schoolgirl.

Well two hours had passed and still no Carmen, not even a call or a text. Meanwhile everyone was gathering to the back of the house for the firework show given in the park across from my backyard. I figured I would stay close to Ms. Martinez so she wouldn't change her mind and leave. She seemed to enjoy my company, smiling whenever I looked her way and asking my dad little embarrassing questions about me. 

My dad kept winking at me as if he knew something I didn't. Sitting together was equally as strange. She chose two chairs in the back away from everyone, secluded in the corner of the backyard. Then she removed her sweater and draped it over her exposed legs, she was wearing a skirt. When she held my hand in her lap, I was a bit alarmed but she smiled that innocent smile and I dashed away those crazy thoughts. However my mom watched with concern while my dad was thumbs up, it was insane. When the fireworks began everyone was captivated and from what I heard it was beautifully displayed. I was too distracted by my former guidance counselor's head on my shoulder thus given me the perfect overview of her ample bosoms. My cock was swollen throughout and I was so afraid to stand up. She enjoyed herself, pointing at each explosion, owing and awing. I totally forgot about Carmen and still there were no signs of her. 




We Have Something in Carmen



It was almost 12 am and people were leaving with the intention to return for my mom birthday party the next day. I kept looking at my watch and realized Carmen wasn't coming back and I couldn't stall Ms. Martinez any longer. I collected my father keys and drove her home like I promised. We didn't even get to the Highway before she started in;

"You really didn't have to do this you know, I could've called a car service."

"It wasn't a problem at all. I just wanted you to have a good time. Did you enjoy yourself?" I asked. 

"Yes, thanks to you. I wasn't going to come but I'm glad Carmen made me." Then she said; "You really like my sister don't you? Yes I see the way you look at her. She's a pistol, you should be careful with her."

I looked at her and said; "Really? She says the same about you."

She laughed hard and pushed me and said; "I bet she did Honey, I bet she did."

We spent the rest of the ride reminiscing about school and the faculty but she seemed most intrigue about my Peace Corp experience. Apparently she'd always wanted to go but her parents wouldn't let her so she went to college across the country. In the lull of the conversation I asked;

"So is there a Mr. Martinez or someone of the sort?"

She looked at me, smiled and said; "No, just friends, no one special. Why do you ask Zion?"

I stupidly said; "I just thought someone as beautiful and wonderful as you would be married with children a long time ago. You saw how all your former students were falling over themselves for your attention. It was the same in school, almost every boy wanted you, a couple of girls too."

She chuckled and said; "Almost huh? Does that include you also Zion?.. Aw look at your face. Relax, I was just kidding. But I haven't met Mr. Right as of yet, no rush." 

That was truly an awkward moment, one that lasted the rest of the ride. When we arrived to her house it was very late and Carmen was M.I.A. I needed to use the bathroom so I accompanied her inside and ran for the nearest one. After I washed my hands and exited the bathroom, Nereida met me at the door with two glasses of scotch and offered to give me a tour of her home. Again she took the liberty of holding my hand while she escorted me into her library. She lit the fireplace and turned the light on with a touch of her wall remote. This place was big as my house. There were book shelves full of old books on the wall surrounding the room. Near the window was a huge antique wooden desk with a leather cushioned chair behind it. While explaining décor she sat on her huge black suede couch across the room from the fireplace. In my fascination with all of her first addition classics, I never noticed her walking up behind me. I understood then the gravity of Carmen's warnings when Nereida rubbed an ice cube on the side of my neck. Startled, I quickly turned around to see her in only a tiny black lace panty and halter top;

"Ms. Martinez what are you doing? This is crazy! Put your clothes back on." I pleaded

"Now Zion you know you want this as well. Make love to me." She slurred.

She came close to me pulling my shirt up and I tried to push her away, protesting; "It doesn't matter how I feel, this cannot happen. I'm with Carmen."

She pulled off her top exposing her fabulously firm breast and looked at me with her beautiful brown eyes and said; "Where is she Zion? She's not here. She's with the only man she ever loved and she'll probably leave with him. Meanwhile I'm here, you're here and the only thing between us is space and opportunity." 

Somehow that kind of made sense but then again, there was a half naked gorgeous woman standing before me, if she'd barked like a dog it would've probably made sense. God I wanted this woman but I was conflicted and rightly so. Carmen already excused me for Fiona; that was easy there is no relationship between them, but Ms. Martinez is her sister. Still, Carmen and I just met and she is technically married, there's no established commitment involved. The only thing I could truly count on is my integrity and self respect. Besides, this was Ms Martinez, my High school guidance counselor, there's something morally wrong about this. It was clear that she was lonely and a little vulnerable, two qualities you may remember reading I'm a sucker for, but I couldn't risk hurting or losing Carmen. 

"I'm sorry Ms. Martinez but I can't do this, I can't be here. Don't worry I'll keep this to myself." I assured.

"But I won't Zion. You hear me?! If you leave I won't have any choice but to tell my sister that you came on to me. Who you think she's going to believe? A man who had sex a few hours ago with his old girlfriend or her own sister? Keep in mind she is divorcing a cheating husband, how much faith you think she has in you?"

"Aw C'mon Ms. Martinez, you wouldn't do that to me. Please, you are better than that. If I leave now, all will be forgotten." I pleaded.

She walked up to me, poking her finger in my chest and said sternly; "No, what I am, is horny, what I need is your big black cock inside me. You can either give it to me or you can leave and I'll tell my sister you came on to me. Either way someone is going to get fucked tonight."

I just stood there watching her with so many things racing through my head. My mind was screaming rational, logical thoughts like; the hell with the both of them, I'll be back in Laos in a couple of days. Who in the hell this lady think she is? If Carmen believes her lunatic of a sister then she doesn't deserve a man like... Damn! She is so fine standing there half naked. I always wanted to bend her over her desk and make her scream my name. And as luck would have it, there's a desk right behind her. 

It was like my mind was losing an argument with my dick and they didn't even speak the same language. 

There was one thing she said that resonated and probably tip the scales for my dick, Carmen was with the only man she ever loved. 2020 hindsight, it seemed like a convenient cop out, but fuck it, you only live once, right? I sighed, walked over to her desk where my glass of scotch was and pulled off my shirt. I drank the half of glass of scotch like a shot in one swig. She came up behind me and unbuckled my jeans, slid her hand in my pants, grabbing my hardened cock and said; 

"Ah yes, that's more like it. See, not all of you want to leave. Turn around baby, don't be like that. Think about it, you get to do what all of your friends would kill for, and you get to have us both." 

I turned to her, held her in my arms and kissed her quickly before I had time to second guest myself. Her warm, soft, liquored flavored tongue slid so perfectly in my mouth and gingerly seduced mine. She removed my pants and my cock sprung to life. She grabbed it, stroking up and down my shaft, pausing every three strokes to gently rubbed her thumb around the head. I held her tempered body close then slowly ventured my hands down her waist and firmly cupped her supple round ass. Our tongues danced, igniting a blaze of passion between us as the alcohol melted away our inhibitions. I picked her up, placing her on the desk and removed her panties. She looked so pure, innocent and docile but I knew better than to trust any notion of vulnerability on her part. She showed me her true colors and I must admit, I wasn't turned off by it. She wrapped her legs around my waist to pull me close to her and she whispered seductively in my ear; 

"Esta noche mi cuerpo es tuyo pero al fin yo tendre tu alma."

(Tonight my body is yours but at the end I will have your soul.) 

She finished with a lick of my ear lobe that was so sensual it made my eyes roll back. She ran her tongue up and down the side of my neck, and then sank her teeth into me and sucked hard. It became immediately clear that she was trying to leave her mark on me. I tried to pull away but she pinched the head of my cock sending these electric like pulses throughout my body. Understand I was too weak to resist her and too horny to care. She positioned herself on her knees on the desk in front of me and stared into my eyes as she stroke my cock. Then she bowed her head and took me into her beautiful warm mouth. Her suction was powerful and her serpentine body motions were hypnotically erotic. I hate to say it but she had skills that would make Carmen blush. 

I reached over to spank and squeeze her pretty perched ass as she attempted to deep throat me. I sucked my middle finger and inserted cautiously into her tiny snug anus. Her body flinched initially then relaxed for a partial penetration. She began to moan in delight and twirl her hips to assist the finger fucking, all the while not missing a beat with her beautiful fellatio. She rose to kiss me with a fiery intensity then bit my lip, pulling it as she lain back onto the desk, coaxing me to mount her. Her files and papers were scattered all over the desk and her knee toppled her computer monitor, it was chaotic. She grabbed my cock and rubbed it against her labia and clitoris. Her body was squirming on the desk and she purred like a kitten while I sucked her erected nipples. I could feel her warm juices coating the head of my cock and I ached for her lust. I pulled her to the edge of the desk and dropped to my knees and kissed her inner right thigh, then the left and then back to her right. The sweet, robust scent of her bouquet filled my nostrils and I blissfully devoured her beautiful pink mound. She cooed and squealed much like Carmen did in the hotel that first night. Suddenly the thought of what I was doing and with whom became sobering but stopping was no longer an option. As my tongue furiously lapped her throbbing clitoris, she let out this high pitched grunt and her legs tightened around my head. Her body violently trembled with orgasm and my face dripped with her cum. Unlike her sister she wasn't a screamer, when she came it was more like sexy squeals to a simmering round of whinny moans. 

When she subsided from orgasm, she sat up breathing heavily and pulled me to her kiss, then proceeded to suck her juices off my face. The look in her eyes was so sinful, so insatiable. She reached for my cock and whispered; 

"I need it baby. Oww I need that sweet black cock now." 

I spread her legs wide and replied; "Anything for you Nereida, anything for you." 

She looked at me strangely as if saying her name sounded foreign and demanded; "No don't call me that. I like it when you call me Ms. Martinez." 

"I'll call you anything your heart desire...Ms. Martinez" I responded. 

That drove her nuts. She wrapped her legs around me once again this time perching her pelvis off the desk, affording me the optimum access to breach her depths. Her tight soft mound swelled with anticipation as my cock gradually sank inside her and met with less resistance with each thrusting plow. And although the expression of intensity distorted her pretty face, she insisted on thrusting her hips to meet my advancements. 

She wanted every inch of me at that moment, like she thrived from the pain. It was the same lust I saw in her sister days before. I began to think that she didn't have anyone in her life to make her feel loved either. Instantly I wanted to be that for her like I was for Carmen. She pumped at me fiercely, urging my intensity and I met her desire. We developed an even tempo fuck pace that grew in speed at her whim. I then threw her legs on my shoulders and began to pound her at a fever pitch. The sweat beaded on my brow, my nose flaring and my lower back was on overdrive. Her moans were more pronounced as she bit her lips to muzzle her sighs. I finally got my wish, the one thing I fantasized about throughout my High school years and it exceeded everything I could've imagined. But one thing was missing, the only thing that consumed my imagination. I pushed all the way in then slowly eased out of her and helped her off the table. She of course was a bit perplexed but understood my motives when I turned her back to me, facing the desk. I spread her legs with mines and coaxed her to lean over her desk. 

She giggled and said; "I don't know about this Zion." I let her hair down and raised her left leg on the desk while her right leg stayed pivoted on the floor. I slid almost forcibly inside her and she screeched and grasped for the liter of documents on her desk. Every pump I delivered met with similar reaction which only escalated when I pulled her hair for leverage. I was so deep inside her that she grabbed her abdomen and complained; 

"OH! OH! OH! I CAN FEEL YOU IN MY STOMACH!"

I pulled half way out and soften my blows and asked; 'I'm sorry Ms. Martinez, do you need me to take it easy?" 

She squirmed animatedly, still holding her belly and begged; "Oh God! Zion please, not so rough baby."

I pumped harder, tugged on her hair and slapped her ass sternly and asked; "Why should I? You threaten to ruin my relationship with Carmen unless I fucked you and now you want me to take it easy? Tell me why should I?"

The oddest thing, she started laughing at me and said; "So you think giving me the best fuck of my life is going to make me stop threatening you? No Honey, this only makes me want you more." 

I never thought of it that way, it was uncanny how she turned the tables on that situation. Yet I was intrigued that she considered me her best, which only embolden me to continue to pound her sweet little treat. She raised her pivot foot and I caught it by the ankle thus giving greater leverage. I licked the thumb of my free hand and gently massaged her sphincter ring, causing her to make her buttocks clinch tightly. 

"AH! AH! AH ZION I'M COMMING! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! MMM MMM." 

I was soaked with her cum and her orgasm was building all around my cock. She pushed up off the desk with her hands and put the right knee on the desk so that only her ass was hanging off enduring the fierce pounding I was giving her. I grabbed her hair once more and raised my left leg on the desk, up stroking and she loved it. 

"Yea like that baby... MMM, FUCK YEAH! THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT! OH DEAR GOD ZION!" 

I pushed deep inside her as every muscle in her body spasm. The moist grip of her plush treasure trove held me, pulsing, oozing her juices and the feeling was tremendous. When her body released me, I began to slow motion piston in, out and around. She began to mimic my movements, slowly dropping her legs to the floor. She stood rocking her hips into me at a steady pace, my hands were caressing her waist, belly and up to her breast. I brushed her hair to the side and kissed her neck and she shivered. She turned her head to kiss me but only our tongues met. I pulled out and turned her around and we kissed with our eyes fixed on each other. My heart was racing with the reality of it all. It still felt unreal that I was with Ms. Martinez. But she was like every other beautiful woman who was lonely and needed a little loving. 

"I wish I could spend the whole night making love to you Ms. Martinez." 

"Why not Zion? We're here alone, unless you have to get back?" She asked.

"No, not really, but your sister will be here at any moment now. I don't want her to catch us." 

"Don't worry Zion, she won't be here anytime soon. Besides I already told you, you can have us both." 

She kissed me as if she wanted me to shut up about her sister and she pulled me down to the floor. But I was confused about what she said, that I could have them both. However, given the gravity of the situation at hand, it wasn't important. As I lain on my back she mounted me, inserting me inside her and commenced to ride me seductively slow. I then squeezed her shapely buttocks, spreading them as she slid up and down my rod. I was mesmerized by her firm breast jolting in my face from the bounce. She leaned over to kiss me and I embraced her and rolled over till I was on top. I held her right leg in the air as I thrust and thrust. We rolled over again and she was on top once more and we by the fire place where I sat up to suck her luscious pink nipples. Her sly little giggled gain my attention and she kissed me once more, but I could've sworn she was looking behind me. We rolled back the opposite direction with me on top missionary style and my thrust became more majestic. I felt so alive, so strong deep plowing my High school crush. My unobtainable, intangible fantasy realized and she wanted only me. I felt her quivering lust building within her, aggravating my senses thus bringing my climax near. Strands of her hair stuck to her brow by the beads of sweat accumulating. Her head tossing right to left as she cooed in sweet ecstasy. I once again felt the eruption of her lust overwhelming us both, provoking my own rapture. As I felt the force of ejaculate screaming through my vessel, the thought of pulling out escaped me and I thrust my final blow exploding every drop inside her. Every muscle in my body flexed simultaneously and right before I was to collapse on top of her in exhaustion, I raised my head to see Carmen standing at the door. I was mortified, I knew I blew it and the look of disappointment on her face destroyed me. 

"Every time I turn around you're sticking your dick in someone. All you men are alike, you can't be trusted. And of all people you chose to fuck my own sister?!" 

I reached for my clothes and tried to explain but what really could I say? She was right and I felt like a total loser. Ms. Martinez just stood there quietly, shrugging her shoulders when I looked to her for help. I walked to Carmen trying desperately to cover myself but my clothes kept falling. My face had this ridiculously pathetic look of guilt that didn't aide my hopeless begging for forgiveness; 

"Carmen, please just listen. I don't know how it happened, I mean, I was just bringing her home. Then I needed to use the bathroom. Then she wanted to show me...um I mean, she ask if I wanted to see the house. Ah fuck, I don't know anything anymore. I should just go home, I'm sorry."

She just stood there, disgusted with me and Ms. Martinez walk passed me holding her mouth giggling. I remember thinking why did I leave Laos? When her sister passed us, Carmen couldn't hold it in any longer, she just burst with laughter and said; 

"Aw Poppy, you are so gullible. Look at your face, you look like you're going to cry. Aw poor Poppy, I would kiss you but your breath smells like Chocha." Then she took my hand and laughingly said; "Come on let's get you in the shower."

I followed her to her room and I was confused, so I asked; "What happened here? Are you not upset? After earlier tonight with Fiona, I knew for sure this would end us." 

As she ran the shower she explained; "No Poppy, I cannot be upset with you. We're not in a relationship, we're just having fun. Unless, you're looking for something more?" 

"I don't know, maybe. I mean I wouldn't be opposed to it." I expressed. 

"But I'm just getting out of a failed marriage because of cheating and in less than two days you already slept with two women. That's no way to start a relationship Poppy. No, no let's just leave it alone for now and you can continue to enjoy your vacation." 

It made perfect sense, I did let my weakness get the best of me and I knew what she was going through. I went in the shower deep in thought, reflecting back through the last few days. Was I truly lucky to have been with these three ladies? Or did I potentially ruin a shot at love for selfishly doing to her what Fiona did to me? I dropped to my knees in the shower and stayed there for twenty minutes as the warm water rained down on me.

Carmen came into the shower with me and noticed I wasn't budging. She stood behind me, tapped my shoulder and asked if I was ok. I turned to her, embraced her with my face nuzzled in her abdomen apologizing. I explained to her that I didn't mean to ruin what we could've had and how I might want us to explore the possibility of being together. She held my chin up and said it wasn't the end of the world for us and she doesn't intend on letting me go. She just want to enjoy life without being obligated to anyone. She's been married all of her adult life, but now she just want to experience the world untethered. I couldn't argue with that reasoning, so I didn't and proceeded to kiss her hip and pelvic area. I couldn't help myself, this sexy lady provokes the beast in me every time. Instantly my cock swelled at the mere touch of this woman. I kissed my way up her body, reaching her breast and engulfed them with a ravenous desire. I stood up to taste her lips and the wealth of my erection brushed against her inner thigh. 




We Have Something in Carmen



"My God Zion! Poppy, does that thing ever get tired?"

"Well, I don't know what to say Carmen. I have been away for a few years." I replied.

"Poppy, you mean to tell me you haven't had sex at all? There were no village girls where you were? No? Well trust me you have more than enough for me and Nereida to share? 

I wondered if being with her sister was planned all along but I was afraid to ask. She grabbed the soap and lathered her hands and gave it to me. She then began to massage it into my body and I did the same to her. It was totally erotic, very intimate as we traded kisses, lathering the more tender parts of our anatomy. She turned her back to me, reached between her legs and stroked the soap on my cock while rubbing it against her clit and labia. I on the other hand, lathered her bosoms while pinching her nipples and assisting her efforts by humping from behind. We were in perfect sync, our hips in a rhythmical love dance. She began to moan and tremble, a reaction I knew so well. She put her hand on the shower wall bracing herself and bucked wildly to counter my pumps. She tried to speak but only squeaks were audible. Her knees buckled, I held her in place and she crumbled in orgasm. She turned to me, held me while the water rinsed the soap off of us and told me she couldn't imagine a life without me. As I exited the shower to dry off, leaving her to finish, she smacked my ass and said;

"You haven't seen nothing yet Lover." 

Minutes later I left the bathroom draped in towels and sat on the big comfy love seat in the farthest part of her well decorated bedroom. This place read like a Victorian palace, antique furniture mixed with modern design. She has an enormous bedroom that could probably fit two stretch limos easily. A giant custom modeled bed with a hanging head board and pillows stacked on the duvet. I wanted to jump in and go to sleep while Carmen was still in the shower. Instead I decided to take a brief nap in the chair. I woke up minutes later to see Carmen exiting her walk in closet and standing in front of her opened antique armoire. She was in a pink and black bustier and matching lace panties, attaching her garter to her black silk stockings. Her hair was neatly pinned back into a french braid with a naughty little pink bow. Shortly after, her sister walked in the room wearing a satin and lace, gold and white corset with matching thongs, sheer stockings and white pumps. Apparently she needed Carmen to fasten her corset and that whole scene was insanely erotic. Nereida stood there staring at me seductively and sipping a glass of champagne. Carmen slowly fastened the corset and whispered in her ear. I could only imagine the look on my face because my brain was closed for business. Everything seemed so rehearsed like it was planned. I stood up and asked Carmen; 

"Wow ladies you look beautiful, what do you have planned here?" 

"Well Zion after yesterday morning when you left, Nereida and I talked about a fantasy we wanted to act out for years but never had the chance. And giving the fact that you and her seemed to have hit off, we decided to share it with you." Carmen replied. 

"But I have nothing to wear, just these towels and you ladies look amazing." I said. 

"Never mind the towels Zion, this is our fantasy. All you have to do is follow our lead Poppy." 

Sounds unbelievable yes? I even had to pinch myself. Who would believe this in a thousand years? No one I know, that's why I had to write this while it was still fresh in my memory. Anyway I shook off the cob webs, stretched and yawned, still way too tired to do what they had planned. But when I got the full inventory of their outfits, like the way their ample bosoms spilled out of their tops, I had to muster up the strength. Every contour of their curvaceous trimmed bodies was wrapped in delicate fabrics with their round, firm asses exposed. Both of these ladies are beyond gorgeous and their resemblance was uncanny. Nereida looked like a slight younger version of Carmen. You have to be psychologically stunted not to want to fight to have them in your life. Well for at least this one night they were mine and tired or not, they will get the full force of my love and affection. 

I walked over to the ladies, hugged them both but made sure to kiss Carmen first and Nereida pulled my chin from Carmen's face and said "Give me some." It went back and forth like that between them, each kiss was a competition on how raunchy they can get. I began to understand that their fantasy was based on some sibling rivalry one-upmanship. This was fine by me because ultimately I came out the winner. They then instructed me to follow them to their "special" location which ventured outside of the house and into the backyard. Watching them walk side by side from behind was in itself a form of foreplay. Their high heels accentuated their toned calves, thighs and buttocks. The motion of their hips was almost synchronized with their hypnotic sways, each cheek danced from each step. When we reached outside, there was a nice summer night's breeze that was cool enough for the hot tub but we didn't tread that in direction. Instead they lead me down a narrow walkway in cased by cherry blossom trees heading lakeside. We then made a hard right and approached a huge weathered building. 

The exterior left a lot to be desired but once inside, I was astonished to meet this incredible lavish man cave. As a surprise to an ex, Nereida renovated the interior filled with the idealistic "Man Toys". There were huge flat screen TVs on each wall, arcade video games, a pool table and leather recliners sitting on a glass floor overlooking the lake. But before I could get too distracted they whisked me away to a narrow red corridor that lead to a flight of stairs. At the top we walked down a red hallway with dim track lights hidden in the ceiling. Red carpeting caressed our every step until we reached this dark back room. Nereida switched on the lights and revealed this Moroccan styled rumpus room. I just stood there and marveled at the décor, lamps pillows, traditional rugs and draping silk sheets. Carmen, who was behind me, nudged me inside the room. Not knowing what to expect made me a bit apprehensive but it was the unknown that excited me. Nereida had lit incense around the room and turned on some Middle Eastern music that complimented the overall theme. It became increasingly clear that I was in their domain as they took a more stern approach with me. Directing my every move, where to stand and when to speak, but they also overtly hinted to the benefits of obeying. Their faces were more serious and their tone more forceful.

"Stand here in the middle of the room peasant boy and don't say a word!" Carmen demanded.

And I humbly obeyed. Nereida opened a black wooden chest that was sitting in the corner and displayed an arsenal of S&M paraphernalia. She then handed Carmen a ball gag to put in my mouth and told her to harness my wrists to the shackles hanging from the rafters. There I was standing stretch out before them at their mercy;

"You've been a naughty boy sticking that beautiful dick in everyone, perhaps you should be punished." Carmen warned. 

Nereida handed her what looked like a leather ping pong paddle and she snatched the towel from my waist. Nereida then walked over with a rider's crop and placed it firmly under my chin, forcing me to look into her eyes and said to Carmen;

"I don't know sis, this one was pretty naughty I think we should blindfold him as well."

She slid out of her panties and made me sniff the perfumed crotch before tying them around my eyes. Carmen stood behind me rubbing the paddle in circular motions against my right buttock and then gave it a firm slap. It stung like hell but she rubbed it out with the cool surface of the paddle and spanked me some more. 

"That's my dick you understand? And the next time you think about fucking someone you better have my permission." Carmen demanded. 

My ass was on fire from her onslaught and my muffed cries garnered me no mercy. Nereida stood in front of me taunting my dick with her rider's crop and tugging on the side of the ball gag;

"You hear her naughty boy? You better listen!" Yelled Nereida.

I was a little scared and extremely turned on. I could feel the blood and adrenaline coursing through my body and my dick began to swell. Carmen untied the ball gag and told me I must call them Mistress before saying their names. They started circuling me as they taunt and teased me;

"So you think you're special?"

"No Mistress Carmen I don't"

"Are you going to please us both Peasant?"

"Yes Mistress Nereida I'll try my hardest."

Carmen spanked my soar inflamed as and shouted "You will not try, you will succeed or be severely punished." And I replied "As you wish Mistress Carmen." 

They both stood in front of me and Carmen said "We are going to do things to your beautiful body and you have to figure out which one of us is doing it. If you're wrong you'll be punished." One of them knelt before me and took me into her mouth and twirled her velvety soft tongue around my tip that made my knees bucket. I knew it was Carmen but I purposely said Nereida to see what the punishment would be. She immediately stopped and stepped away from me, releasing my hardened wet cock. I was able to see a little through the lace panty blindfold and saw that one of them lit a candle and approached me. Suddenly I felt this hot melted liquid being dripped and running down my chest that made me scream and gyrate frantically. They quickly blew to cool the wax off and it was so soothing. I never felt anything like it; pain, pleasure and utter helplessness all at once ignited something in me. I wanted to be punished more. They continued to circle me like musical chairs, caressing my body with their warm soft hands and stopping every so often to have their way with me. Licking my nipples and clawing at my body. I could totally tell which one was who and I had no intention on being accurate. Nereida would stop in front of me and ran her tongue up and down my torso, kissing and teasing my cock. When I called out Carmen's name, my buttocks would feel the sting of her crop. She would then kiss the pain away, rubbing her face between them and lapping her tongue on my anus. Carmen joined in with her luscious cock suckling skills and time for punishment was over. They attacked me from the front and the back and it was pure pleasure without mercy. Nereida's tongue was working my asshole furiously and Carmen was stroking and sucking my dick so gloriously I started to scream like a bitch. 

"You like Poppy? You like? Carmen inquired enthusiastically.

"Yes baby! Ooow Yes! I struggled to reply.

Nereida peeked over to observe Carmen's insatiable forays and poutingly expressed her envy. She made her way to the front to include herself and they both took each side and slurped me into oblivion. My body went limp with only the shackles to hold me up. It was absolutely too much, I thought I would faint but they sucked me back to life. When one sucked the head the other one would suck my balls. When one seemed like they were keeping it to themselves the other one would force it away. It went on this way for several minutes and I felt my eruption build up rapidly. I tried desperately to warn them but I couldn't speak, I couldn't see very well and I didn't think they could care less.

"Oh God! Fuck! Oh! Aah damn!." I cried as loads of my essence shot out of me and all over their faces. I hung there flinching as they stroked and licked the last drop from my weakening vessel. The panty had gradually slid from my eyes and I could actually see them kissing and licking my cum off each other. They began to undress each other and letting their hair down in front of me. They weren't shy and they seemed pretty familiar with each other's body. Nereida reached to remove my blindfold and continued to kiss her sister. They wanted me to watch them make love while I hang trapped helplessly. They laid on a gathering of Persian pillows and lost themselves into this incestuously hot passion of groping, kissing and sucking. Carmen dominated Nereida, rubbing between her soft succulent thighs and nibbling her neck, making her tingle. I could tell Nereida flesh was getting hot by its glowing reddish hue. Carmen mounted her and began to finger fuck her sister while sucking her left tit. Nereida moaned in delight as her sister sensuously kissed down her body. When Carmen reached her pelvis, she looked at me amorously and sucked Nereida's juices from her fingers. I wanted to bust through those shackles and devour them both but I soon began to suspect that this was a different form of torture. I loved every minute of their teasing and moaning and hair pulling. Carmen's tongue was prodding in and out of Nereida's pussy, using her lips to pinch and suck her clit. Nereida's head was tossing back and forth with her moaning and squirming, pulling and tugging Carmen's hair. Her body arched in full orgasm as she pumped her hips to grind her pussy in her sister's face. The gyrations were more pronounced, her eyes rolled completely back and her lovely pedicured toes were tightly curled. Right at the peak of her frenzy she let out a prolong squeal and then suddenly her body goes limp.

Carmen then slowly crawled away from her faded sibling and made her way towards me looking ravenous. I felt anxiously enamored by her seductive behavior. She touched my abdomen ran her nails up my torso then behind my head where she forcibly pulled me into her cum soaked kiss. She held me close and we melted. Nereida was able to collect herself and came over to unshackle me. She joined in and I held them, our tongues engaged in a sinful ménage and our bodies entangled with lust. We sauntered back to the pillows where I lain on my back with one on each side. I paid Carmen a little more attention, pulling her on top of me and consuming her neck, chest and breast. Nereida, having already orgasmed, took the queue and commenced to kissing down my body and stroking my cock. Carmen straddled me, rubbing her beautiful tits on my lips and I grabbed them to twirl my tongue over her areolas. 

I kissed every inch of her sexy body bringing her smoothly shaved beautifully scented pubis to my lips. Her knees on each side of my head, her pink luscious flower hovering above my wanting mouth. And just as Nereida engulfed my member, Carmen sat deliciously on my face. Her sweet familiar taste was met with my exuberant command. Holding her ass in place while I deep tongue fucked her precious little pussy hole. Her hips were motioning rhythmically as she pulled my hair frantically and moaning. Nereida's mouth was nothing less than magnificent, slowly licking my shaft and testicles, pausing only to spit on my dick then suck it off. My dick stiffened majestically and proud of her work she attempted to deep throat my length. Every so often I would pump my hips to hear her gag but she took it in stride.

Carmen's juices were flowing off my lips heavily and her body grew turbulent. She yelled out "No, not yet!" And removed herself from my kiss. She stood up over my head looking down on me and playing with herself. I'd rose to rest on my elbows which gave me a clear view of Nereida's incredible fellatio. I grabbed her hair with my left hand and my dick in my right then pulled it out of her mouth and spanked her lips with it. I pulled Nereida to my face and told them to switch places. Carmen began to caress my cock against her throbbing clit, readying me for her mount. Nereida cuddled up beside me with her leg across my body and me sucking her stiffened nipples. I reached between her legs to message her precious treat and she loved it. Carmen lined me up to her threshold then gently sank me inside her. "Oh! Oh! Mmm." She cooed after each thrust. I then thrust my hips to meet hers knowing I had to pleasure them simultaneously. Nereida's hot, wet pussy was so welcoming to my touch and her tender facial expressions only emboldened my assault. But Carmen's pace had quickened, her labored gasps were more prominent and ultimately she stole my attention away. So I took my cum soaked fingers from between Nereida's legs and stucked them in Carmen's mouth. As she sucked them leaning towards me, I held her close so I could roll over onto her and plow her mercilessly. Feeling a bit neglected, Nereida retrieved a vibrator from her trunk to play with while she watched me have her sister. She then lain opposite of us, legs spread wide for an optimum view of us. It was so carnal and electric watching her hold and sucked her tit while rubbing the vibrator against her clit. That beautiful scene amplified my vigor and Carmen was the blissful victim of my ram rod. I turned her on her belly, parted her legs with mines and deep stroke her depths with Nereida in my sights.

"Yes Poppy! Oh Yes! Fuck This Chocha OOH!" Carmen cried.

With a continuous slap of her ass I kept pounding that chocha as she wished and she pumped back with equal enthusiasm. I grabbed her hair and directed her face first between Nereida's thighs.

"You love the way my dick feel? Huh? You love it don't you? I asked.

"Oh Si Poppy Claro! Mmm." She replied humbly.

"Show me! Lick your sister's pussy." I demanded.

And I paused momentarily to rub Carmen's face into her sister's snatch which she complied eagerly. It was a stall tactic on my part because the tightness of her velvety sweetness was taking its toll on me. But I quickly regained myself and continued my furious stride. Her sister held her head in place and rubbed her pussy up and down her extended tongue. Feeling the pressure of her climax building, Carmen reached between her legs to fiercely pinch and massage her pulsing clit. I spread her buttocks for deeper penetration and a cascade of cum splashed my pelvis.

"Oh God I'm cumming Zion!" She inaudibly mumbled.

Her body ceased with orgasm and I could feel the rapid pulsation of her precious treat around my exuberant cock. I pulled her hair for my most triumphant of strokes and she gasped and screamed in delightful agony. Finally she dropped in complete exhaustion between Nereida's legs and I removed myself dripping from her heaving body. But now my eyes were fixed on Nereida's lustful gaze and it was glorious. I crawled over Carmen and into her sister's arms and we kissed passionately. With me on top, her legs wrapped around my waist, my cum soaked member found its way to her entry and I thrust. Her pupils grew larger; her mouth gaped open and sucking for air. I plunged deeper and she moaned loudly then bit my ear lobe. Nereida who is much friskier than Carmen began to shout demands and would spank my ass to fuck her harder. When she grew frustrated, she'd then roll on top and rode me most vigorously, clawing my chest and slapping my face. She got off being brutal and being fucked just as brutally. Slapping and grabbing my face in between commands;

"Ram me with your big black dick! Harder God damn it! Hader! Look at me! Yeah like that! Right there! Keep it there!"

It was like the more aggressive the fuck, the more turned on she appeared. Her nose was flared, teeth clinched, her grunts more elaborate and a look of lustful determination marred her pretty little face. And just when I began to settle in with her groove, suddenly she stood up and gestured for me to follow her and I did. She led me to the wall by the window overlooking the lake just above her treasure chest. She leant her back against the fabric laced wall and held the curtain with her left hand to steady herself. Then she raised her right foot onto her 3' treasure chest and used her right hand to spread her pussy lips apart. That whole scene was so irresistible that I rushed to oblige her amorous invite and pierced deeply into her delicate flower. Carmen approached me from behind where she lovingly kissed the nape of my neck. The warmth of Carmen's touch invigorated my thrust and Nereida trembled profusely. I lift her left leg to use the wall for leverage thus garnering me the ultimate penetration. Nereida, caught off guard by my command, struggled to catch her breath as I quicken my pummeling pace. Carmen cheered me on and would periodically give my ass a firm slap to help spur on my developing climax.