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Thank God Roth Chose America

By: Egmont Grigor



CHAPTER ONE (England)

Disillusioned, angry and feeling like whoring, Rothschild Cape stood outside the publishing house of Byron and Shakespeare, rejected manuscript under his arm. He watched a lady riding sidesaddle eating grapes but holding her nose as she passed the horse-drawn night-cart that ought to have been off the streets at that time of day. 

Roth loved whores but so many of them here in London were diseased with pocked-faces. Perhaps he should sail for America where the skies were blue, the women clean and the streets of New York were paved with gold?

Yeah why not, he thought, throwing his manuscript at the engraved profile of the Bard, smashing the window. Two constables rushed up, truncheons at the ready. Roth pointed to the drunken night-cart man sleeping and the hapless grimy man was carried away, protesting.

Resting in a pub, drinking finest ale that reminded Roth of old rainwater tasting of cyanobacteria, he waved aside whores inviting him to a hairy munch. He thought perhaps this might be the final year of his young life at thirty-two. It was being widely predicted the sky could fall in ten months' hence on 1st of January 1800, turn of the new century.

Angrily he thought of those two old farts of editors whom he now despised. The elder one Mr Tomlinson had said it was insane for Mr Cape to expect readers to accept that women liked to fornicate and ridiculous that they would lovingly suck a gentleman's penis. His college Mr Pepys agreed and said it would be at least 200 years before a woman might think of that being acceptable behavior and try to enjoy it.

"You write of it as women doing it like clockwork," he'd said.

Roth said he'd chosen to set his fantasy novel in the twentieth century so perhaps he was on target after all as cockwork would be popular by then. Mr Pepys chose to ignore that.

Mr Tomlinson said equally preposterous was the thought of a man being with two naked women simultaneously and licking their you-know-whats. "At that I almost drowned my fob watch in vomit. I say sir, get out of our respectable office and take that revolting rubbish you dare call a manuscript with you. The only place fit for you is America or a tidal dudgeon."

Leaving the pub hours later, not at all unsteady on his feet and that making Roth even more suspicious he'd been buying tankards of old rainwater he was set upon, not by prostitutes as one would expect, this being London, but by sailors ordered by their captain to go on a recruitment spree. He was coshed unconscious and thrown into an abandoned night-cart the sailors had found outside what was widely known as the sanctimonious publishing house of Byron and Shakespeare. Roth joined two comely but pock-marked wenches and three riff-raff males floating in swill.

With a full ship's complement, the Jolly Good Show set sail down the Thames but it took five days to reach the Channel because Captain Horatio Smith insisted on stopping off at every pub. Finally pirate Smith set a course for the Caribbean, eager to plunder French, Irish and American trading ships, English ones too if there were no other vessels around to act as witnesses.

On the seventh day out Roth was on his hands and knees polishing the heads of nails on the decking where the captain liked to strut. He said, "Barometer's dropping capt'n."

"What's a barometer – we don't have one?"

"Storm's coming from sou-sou-east."

"What direction is that?"

Roth pointed.

"That's where the only sunny patch is. Stop wasting my time."

"As you say capt'n. May I polish your boots while I'm doing this?"

"Why not? You have a fine ass young man."

When Roth had finished licking and polishing the captain's boots, the captain absentmindedly drumming his fingers on Roth's ass, Horatio said, "Give this man eight measures of rum." He turned to look at the fine patch to the sou-sou-east and crapped his white breeches. A towering thunderhead, as black a tar, filled that quadrant, scores of lightening bolts flashing from it.

"Oh mummy," cried the fiercest scoundrel in piracy of those times (they were a dying breed because so many of them died young).

"You mother is no help out here capt'n unless she's below mating with the crew."

"No, she's at home. Please help me out Jack."

"It's Roth sir."

"Help me out quickly – I need to change my pants."

"Head in that direction capt'n. It's our fastest point of sailing and will allow us to just slide past the edge of the storm. Beside that's the direction of the West Indies."

"Oh I say. Jolly good show. Do what our new first mate says, helmsman."

"I'm the coxswain capt'n, the regular helmsman has the crabs."

Accepting the responsibility of being first mate, Roth said, "Old man if you have the helm you are helmsman. Turn to the west eight degrees."

"Aye, aye sir. What are eight degrees?"

Thanks to first mate Roth the good ship Jolly Good Show got to the Gulf of Mexico a week ahead of schedule.

Captain Smith went with half the crew ashore to a small town in Miami to whore, drink and fight but not necessarily in that order. He returned and Roth took the other half of the crew to raise mayhem but he stole a horse and rode off. It couldn't be called jumping ship because he'd been unlawfully press-ganged aboard and so the colonization of America by Roth and his descendent was off to an auspicious start (the owner thought his horse had strayed rather than been rustled).

Fortunately for the Cape family the sky didn't fall in on 1900 and 2000. Roth spent his evenings seducing women as he worked up the east coast and some of his lusty descendants had capes named after them. Outside of a town in South Carolina Roth swapped his horse for a fine young filly called Rosie North. She beget a son during their travels, by then turning west, to establish what became known as the North-Cape branch of the family.

CHAPTER 2 (NORTH-CAPES FROM YEAR 2000)

Seb (Sebastian) North-Cape unknowingly took up his distant predecessor' interests in writing about whores but he did not knowingly cohabit with them. It's very difficult to identify whores because many look like average moms and those charging the earth often looked like models or TV weather presenters or female attorneys.

Seb's father worked secretly pirated software while his mom owned and operated a guesthouse that all locals were aware was a front for the best brothel in the city. How Seb had missed becoming morally contaminated was a mystery because both sets of grandparents had been punished at law for sex offences. Seb wrote his sleazy novel on hearsay, his mother and grandparents being primes sources of basic information and descriptive recalls of disgusting exhibitions. He'd worn out two pairs of shoes attempting to find a publisher.

When holidaying in Louisiana Seb luckily met an East-Cape member of the extended family, so far removed they were practically unrelated. She was a prim school teacher called Marion, unmarried and barely touched but being in her annual cycle that required her to be seduced she touched Seb many times until it was practically bursting from his pants.

"Marion," he slurred, as she ordered two more Martinis as their hotel bar. "Unaccustomed as I am, all this touching is making me feel randy."

"Oooh," she said, attempting unsuccessfully to pull down her top down.

They had dinner and went to his room but he had problems getting it up and she was so drunk she couldn't keep her legs open.

Around 10:30 next morning Seb smiled, a whacking big erection in his hand. He shook Marion awake.

She looked reasonably bright and said she felt okay.

"Okay to, um, you-know-what?"

She giggled and said she needed to clean her teeth. He said she didn't need to clean her teeth before putting her mouth around his dick and she laughed and said didn't he know that was women's code for saying she needed to go for a pee. He made a note in his writer's diary while she peed.

The sex was unremarkable.

"I though you would be at least eight inches and as thick as a horse."

Sep wondered what kind of dick she'd been getting. Perhaps her father kept horses.

Well, she really was big. He slopped around in her and finally made her bellow and she bit him on both shoulders and for a moment he thought she was urinating, but no, it was the real thing. Almost a year's supply she said but he thought that was unlikely as it was she'd have an arsenal of dildos etc. 

Seb felt good getting a couple of hefty shots away but that wasn't what took him by surprise. She said, "Would you like a copy of the early history of our family?"

Seb said sure and she asked him to bang her again. No problem, he was into it and ended with a roar, she having difficulty walking to the bathroom.

"God, you are an animal but also with intellect," she said. "Just like Roth. More that normally I would be prepared to admit," she said, collapsing alongside him. Seb scarcely heard her, focusing instead on being termed a sex animal. Oh God, what a supreme accolade for lowly Seb North-Cape – an insignificant rancher by day, and struggling and failing writer by night. He too fell asleep and they awoke early evening to rut again.

Seb strutted through the crowded railway station to begin his sub-continental journey back home thinking all the pretty women but not so pretty ones but with sexy smiles thronging the station would be wishing for a piece of him. North-Cape super stud still on a post sexual high and over-inflated ego began losing that upbeat demeanor when noticing not one of those women was staring at him, pushing out her breasts and working her tongue-tip. He virtually did not exist. He realized he was back in his usual sexual desert.

Forty-second cousin or thereabouts Marion had dropped Seb off at the station in Lafayette where he entered his roomette for the 34-hour journey to Tucson where he'd drive around midnight to his grandparent's former ranch just out of Fountain Hills. Seb preferred train travel believing their smashes were usually less spectacular than those of aircraft. He also wrote undisturbed on trains.

Once underway and when there was nothing of note to observe out the windows Seb pulled out the two books Marion had given him – one called 'The Known History of the Cape Family in America' and the other 'Rothschild Cape From Whose Loins We Are Descended'. Both publications had been written and published by Marion's father Larry. The family history was a glossy volume but it was the soft cover publication and the revelations in that booklet sexual maturityread during the last hours before arriving in Tucson that had Seb hugely aroused. Roth had been an adventurer, nonstop seducer and lifelong unsuccessful author, not stooping to publish his own manuscripts. Seb felt an affinity deeper than he'd ever felt for anyone in his adult life. He imagined his 200-year-old family branch founder was within a hand's span of him. It was eerie.

Seb found Julie his 42-year-old married housekeeper had stayed behind to welcome him home as she usually did. She was soft on him, he knew she was but he'd been too uptight and prissy to yield to her. But this time, being a changed man sexually after reading about the carnal exploits of Roth, he spread his fingers over her right breast as they performed their usual chaste kiss they shared when he'd been away from home longer than two days. Deftly she slipped her dress and bra off that shoulder and Seb found he had a soft, rather small breast to play with. He smiled. She smiled and slipped to her knees. Soon Seb had thrown his head back and was smiling hugely.

Julie was a great fuck. She really wanted him and that mattered. Seb found her soft hand and lip caressing almost unbelievably erotic and when he doggied her and she pulled both of his hands on to her tits before she went down on to her hands he felt his cock seemed at least an inch longer. Julie wept as she kissed him goodnight, refusing to stay. She said she had to give some attention to her husband and get her two teenagers off to college in the morning. They agreed they'd had such a good time and must do it more often.

Sun streaming into the bedroom woke Seb in the morning to handle the largest hard-on he'd had for a very long time. Marion and reading about the cock-rampant Roth had helped to liberate him sexually, he believed and he rested peaceful locked into that thought.

After showering and cleaning his teeth Seb went to the stables to check on his yearlings in the nearby corral. They looked fine. He checked the horses. They were fine but one was missing and so was his stable hand Lilia. As he neared the house he heard thundering hooves and turning saw the 18-year-old on Jools waving highly excited and he knew what that was about. Jools had previously let nobody but him ride her; in his absence Lilia had broken through.

"Oh Mr Cape oh Mr Cape. Look at me."

He looked and caught her excited, so said, "I'm very proud of you."

Her blush was as deep as a sunset.

"You' covered in sweat, just look at under your tits and armpits."

"Mr Cape, please."

She dismounted and looked flustered.

"Take care of Jools. Them come back to the house and allow me to lick the sweat off you."

Lilia eyed him steadily, as if unsure of him. "Mom said I'm never to go into your house."

"Okay, we'll do it in the tack room."

She looked a little more interested.

"Are you a virgin?"

"Hell no."

"Had any guys a little older than you?"

"Two, one your age. I can handle you."

Seb told her to look after Jools. He'd be at the stables in half an hour but if she didn't want what he had for her she should ride off on her bicycle and there'd be no hard feelings and he's never proposition her again.

She turned away without replying and he watched the exaggerated sway of her ass.

Lilia and Seb fucked for almost two hours, very physically and plenty of yelling. Seb enjoyed it and at least it taught him the difference between a younger woman and a woman with sexual maturity. He'd jerk off thinking about Julie but Lilia – no, even though she was the prettier one with the more sensuous figure. Funny that. Lilia was now calling him Seb and he thought his life was on a high – ranching and writing and wenching with two women on hand and perhaps before very long all three of them would be together. Life was good. 

But waiting for Seb in his unread mail was a letter that would change his life.

* * *

Seb opened a letter from a publisher's agent in Phoenix he'd used, successfully. He was elderly and helpful but had made no progress for him.

'Dear Seb – Here's a ticket/hotel complimentary to a porn writer's convention in Chicago I have received, but it's not my scene. You write bordering on porn so I thought I'd pass the complimentary ticket and accommodation voucher from the publisher to you. I've done little for you but bring you disappointment so here's a little something. Please go to the convention; you never know what might turn up for you, even if it's only a woman delegate. Regards Jack Flynn.'

Seb immediately confirmed the reservation as being for him and was told he'd be sharing a double suite with publisher's commissioning editor A. A. Lyon.

"Male of female."

"I bet you wish it were female," the hotel booking clerk laughed. "If it were a woman she'd use her first name."

Seb said he hoped the guy wasn't gay and the woman laughed again and said he sounded a laugh a minute.

"Well perhaps..."

"Young man, I'm about to sixty. Ram someone nearer your age."

That left Seb with the feeling it might be a great convention.

Security at the convention center was tight as some of the top porn stars in the country were making guest appearances on behalf of their sponsors. Delegates had to walk through a huge dildo to register. It was raunchy and fun but as always too much sex can become tiring. Seb had seen more bared pussy than he believed possible to see in one place at a time and realized some of it was the pussy of delegates. The array of bared breasts included some the best by far he'd ever seen. He returned to his room all tuckered out just be two hours of wandering around the commercial booths and listening to a couple of presentations. The highlight was at one of the commercial presentations the presenter sent a motorized dildo off on the main floor with instructions to look for an accommodating place to hole up'. Seb had expected the women in the crowd to flee but instead their behavior would have disgusted their moms.

Some convention. He wondered if he could last three days. He hadn't looked around the suite earlier when tossing his bag into one of the rooms. He walked into the other bedroom and found a woman on the bed with an electric razor was trimming her pussy hair. She smiled at him and said hi. His mouth dropped, he choked and fled.

Seb fell asleep in front of TV and he was shaken awake and handed a cocktail by the woman who was no more than thirty. She looked even more attractive clothed.

"What did you think?"

"Great tits."

She sighed and said she meant what did he think of the action at the convention center.

"Well I could say coming close to disgusting but that might antagonize you."

"God no, you sound like someone of my own heart."

Seb looked at where her heart was and she smiled. "A titman eh?"

"Um, how should I answer?"

"To lie is safest."

"Dammit, my answer is yes."

"Good man," she said, clinking glasses. "My name is Annie Lyon. I was told I would be sharing with Mr Flynn?"

Seb explained that Jack had given him his tickets because being awash in porn at his age was not Jack's idea of a great convention. I'm Sebastian North-Cape, known as Seb."

"Well, well. I thought you'd look like a horny guy."

Seb blushed and she smiled. 

He asked, "What do you mean?"

"I recall reading two of your manuscripts. The fucking was always robust, never soft and sweet and there was a rather lot of it. Poor heroines. That would sell but unfortunately your characters were too predictable, thin on personality and were given little interests beyond the wait for their next fuck."

"Oh."

"Yes oh. Describe me as you would to your best pal but before any move toward seduction from either of us. Attempt to make your pal adjust his trousers."

Swallowing, Seb began: She'd blonde with great tits and..."

"No, stop. You need to think like an author has to think so it becomes the way you think. Start again."

"The blonde looked at me with questions in her eyes..." Seb was allowed to continue but he stopped when he say pain in Annie's eyes. "You do it."

"Okay, but remember I am not an author and am female so don't laugh."

"Joe, no kidding. Fifteen seconds of eye contact and I was dead meat, hers to do whatever she wanted. The blonde's green eyes flicked over me – I hoped not contemptuously – and then it happened. I jolted under a 100% shot of adrenalin as I saw the tip of her tongue protrude and she wet her top lip. I gazed, mesmerize as she gently dragged a hand over her taut slightly upturned boob and she purred, knowing the answer, "Are you interested in me."

Seb eyed her. "Goddamn Annie, that was pure magic. I get the picture, I think.

"I'll ask you to describe my pussy before we have sex to ensure you've gotten the picture Seb. Now get into party gear. You may take me out to dinner or we could go into the convention center..."

"Where you'd prefer to go?"

"Good boy. I'll know some people eating at one of the supplier's dining areas and..."

"What is it Seb. You are eyeing me strangely. Do you require a fix?"

"The only drug I do is alcohol. Have you ever ridden a horse into the dessert?"

"A horse, me on a horse? Get away with you."

"Don't laugh and don't knock it. I own a large property, mostly desert. We'll ride for two hours at a walk as the day cools to some springs where we'll fuck until we're almost legless and then return home mostly in the dark but the horses know the way."


Thank God Roth Chose America



"Seb, that sounds dreamlike. Why are you not setting your story then instead of Dallas."

"Dallas is a great setting."

"Readers must be bored with it. Do those readers know anything about being fucked alongside a spring in a desert?"

"I have no idea."

"Take them there Seb and find if you can hit their button."

"Your are inspirational."

"You run and change and come back and watch me strip and dress. I'll do my makeup and hair while waiting for you to come to my room."

Seb took the plunge. "Why don't we share a room – you choose?"

"When we come home – your room as you snaffled the better room."

CHAPTER 3 (ARIZONA)

Annie said excitedly as they topped and hill and looked down in the dry valley, "Oh Seb, it looks beautiful. I love it – it fits well into the landscape."

"The original homestead was built by my great-grandparents and I purchased it off my grandparents when they retired. Five thousand acres go with it but the land is only worth what its water rights are worth. My acreage goes into those hills in the background where the rainwater collects and runs into an aquifer. I also have those springs where water runs almost halfway to the house before it disappears into the ground. The land really is too arid and the soil is poor to sustain grazing. I breed horses and supply horses to three riding horses and a dude ranch. They spell their horses here and we bring them back in condition and keep turning them over, on average four times a year. A wrangler and I look after the horses, feeding them hay and grain pellets mixed with supplements. A young girl not long out of high school who lives locally arrives each day to exercise horses. You'll get on well with Lilia."

Since picking up Annie at Sky Harbor Airport in nearby Phoenix Seb had bee itching to get his hands on Annie and by the way her eyes were fluttering she had the same idea.

"Can we have a quite look through the house, you introduce me to your housekeeper and then we ride out to the springs?"

"What's the attraction at the springs?"

Annie put on a big act of sighing heavily and saying with a frustrated drawl – "MEN!"

"Two weeks I've been waiting for your visit, every day thinking of you being with me at the springs."

"Oh God, I'm almost coming." 

They dismounted at the springs and to her surprise Annie found it was prettier than she'd expected. Because of water seepage the trees were really trees and not stunted bent and gnarled like most of those in the desert. She'd ridden fat ass Pete from the riding school, a quiet but short of being lazy gelding. Annie had loved Jools, describing her as the prettiest horse she'd ever seen, but as she stepped closer and Jools tossed her head and rolled her eyes Annie backpedaled so fast she fell over her own feet. Seb turned his back and pretended not to have noticed, so nothing was said.

Seb unrolled a horse blanket and Annie sniffed and said it smelt of a horse.

"Bet it smells of cunt juices when we go to roll it up."

"You disgusting man," she yelled, jumping at him and the awkwardness was over.

They'd almost drowned in excessive sex in Chicago but even so Seb soon learned she preferred it slow and sweet. That didn't trouble him because it always ended for him with a great result. Annie pulled off his jeans and underpants and then lay beside him in the shade and holding his erection in her fingers began cooing at it, calling it the most beautiful penis in the world. Although she'd worn a scarf under her Stetson to hang over the back of her neck on the ride out, Seb still wondered about sunstroke with her talking like that. He waited and waited for her to pop his dick into her mouth but she continued talking to it as if it were a doll.

Seb was wakened by a thump to the chest. "Wake up you bastard – it takes two to have sex...usually."

"Oh hi," he said lamely. 

She grinned and hunching over his dick began licking it. He ran fingers down her back and made clucking noises. That seemed to suit her fine because he received no further instruction.

As they began fucking and between her moans, Annie asked, "Lilia has a great body, are you fucking her?"

"Down from every day to Fridays, her pay day."

"Oh," Annie said cautiously, wiping away sweat from her eyes. "You tire of your women quickly?"

"No, she's found this young guy she's crazy about so asked permission to dump me. She just seems to forget herself on Fridays."

"Oh, how sweet," Annie said, sliding her fingers to grasp Seb's balls and wondering if she should crush them.

Annie was tiring as it was still very warm under the shade of the overhanging tree and she'd been riding Seb Cowgirl for at least twenty minutes.

She yawned, sweat dripping from her and she wore a snarl thinking of that that bitch Lilia. "I'm tiring. I'm not sure I can climax."

"Is that a rattlesnake approaching us?"

"Where!" Annie screamed as she creamed him.

* * *

Annie was in bed next morning reading about the history of the Cape family when Julie arrived and delivering Seb her now usual sexy good morning kiss asked, "I suppose we don't do it while Annie is here?"

"God no."

Beginning dusting and after bending over far lower than what Seb thought would have been necessary, the raven-haired mom with a tired face but great body turned and said, "What if Annie is included?"

The thought of that shot to the head of Seb's cock.

"She wouldn't."

"She's a college graduate I assume?"

"Yes."

"I've been told it's only non-graduate parents of college girls who believe it's a myth that dorm life teaches young women about having sex with other women. Do you mind if I do a little work on Annie?"

"Please yourself," Seb said, jumping from his lounge chair at the sound of a truck arriving. "We have ten horses coming in and ten going out. Patch and Lilia will be waiting for me to assist and talk to the vet when she arrives to make her assessments about feed mixes and health care. Go easy Julie, I don't wish to lose Annie."

During that day Seb frequently saw Julie and Annie together and mid-afternoon he saw them in the pool, nude but not touching. He kept out of it, not wishing to hinder any progress Julie might be making. He crossed his fingers hoping she would be successful. If it didn't happen it wouldn't matter. 

Towards evening he returned after helping Patch and Lilia with the new intake of horses that always were unsettled by being trucked and being in unfamiliar surroundings with unfamiliar people. Patch with his wonky knees and hips from too many falls from the saddle acted as medic and Seb looked after the eight newly arrived horses attached to the revolving exercise frame while Lilia rode one of the other two, leading the other, away for twenty minutes and swapped to ride the other horse back.

Seb found the women in the kitchen-dining area. Julie had roast venison and vegetables underway and was combing Annie's hair. After he'd poured the drinks Annie pushed Seb's manuscript to him. "I've had two of my colleagues work with me on this. The title has been changed to 'Beaten But Not Down' and you have 1700-odd editing changes to approve plus eight rewritten passages to sign off on. Being a long novel it was quite a task for we three who didn't have to do it, but my girlfriends were told you were worth it."

"God, what a bore. Can't I just note all edited changes approved and read and sign off the eight passages if I really approve?"

"Yes, that's the intelligent approach. We are experienced editors; trust me. I thought you might react to the name chance, some authors become very precious about their choice of title. We thought 'Abandoned in the Gutter' was negative, said very little and suggested no chance of hope, suggesting to the buyer what was the point of buying that book."

"If I get it published."

"Oh, you'll be published. The executive editor has approved of its publication and it has been scheduled for printing."

"Oh God Annie, thank you."

Annie turned to Julie. "Honey, why don't you push off early? I'll finish with the dinner – it looks lovely and I know the temperature reading on the probe you want the venison removed from the oven to avoid over-cooking it. I rather think our author here and I are in for an drunken evening."

"Boss?"

"That's fine by me. I'm glad you two have become close."

The two women exchanged glances, smiling. Seb wasn't surprised when Julie and Annie lip-kissed before Julie kissed him and squeezed his arms as if telling him she was making progress.

Eating and into their second bottle of merlot Annie said, "Would it shock you to know Julie and I have been talking about sex?"

"No, of course not."

"That she has had experience with other women?"

"No, she is rather well switch-on about sex and I guess she's told you she and I do it?"

Annie said dryly, "Yes you louse, you told me about you and Lilia, making no mention about you and Julie after I'd asked you about your and Lilia."

"My choice was discretion."

"Hmmm. Well, I have to accept that. Ahem, I've had experience with girls at college."

A naughty streak ripped through Seb's mind. "Well, if you want to do it with Julie you don't have to seek my permission."

"B-but...but..."

"This venison is lovely. Tell me, do you like your job at that dry old publishing firm?"

They talked on without mentioning sex but Seb wasn't worried, believing one of the two women were now primed to initiate something but he hoped he'd be included. Annie was saying something. "What was that?"

"I was asking – sorry I was chewing – why are your asking me about my career?"

"Is it a career?"

"Well, not for me. At least I don't think so. I've been thinking about change."

Seb stared at her, wondering why her green eyes were lighter than his and why was she looking excited as if he was about to say something of note. So he said it.

"Want to shift in here with me? I generate a fair income and own property in Phoenix my parents gave to me before they left to live in Scotland."

"Your parents – we haven't spoken about them although I've told you about mine."

"Later...want to move in here with me?"

"Wow."

"We could go up to the springs each afternoon and fuck."

"Why not here beside the pool? It would be more comfortable and less hassle but you need an adjustable shade screen over the pool and to provide cover over an intimate poolside area."

"Where you, Julie and me can fuck?"

"Oh God, you heard us talking"

"Not a word. The thought rather appeals and a threesome between three compatible people would be fun. Julie is mature enough to know she can continue working here if it suits here if we lose interest in her sexually."

"If I lived out here I wouldn't feel lonely with Julie around. She is so warm and although not sophisticated is worldly enough for me. Yes I'll come to live here if the offer is for a semi-permanent arrangement. I know that I have more than a casual interest in you and like the way you talk and treat me. I'd commit to live here even if Julie wasn't part of the attraction. I'll try my hand at writing and give your technical advice."

"In that case, please come to reside and regard here as your home, sweet one." 

They sealed that with a kiss.

Next day after Seb returned after two hours with Lilia riding two horses hard that weren't settling down and then hosing them down and when they'd dried in the heat and grooming them and making a fuss of them, he returned to the house.

Seb grinned, finding Annie and Julie locked in a sixty-nine in one of the spare bedrooms that opened out into the pool area, the doors opened wide. He was about to tip-toe away, happy for them, when he wondered what Roth the founding father of the American branch of the Cape family would have done.

Seb grinned, returning to the doorway and undoing his belt and stripping. Julie's ass was facing him so wetting his erection he pushed in over Annie's tongue.

"Oooh," cried Julie, feeling the extra attention her pussy was received. "Seb's home."

"Enjoy," cried Annie, who then licked Seb's balls and she felt Julie tongue her very deeply.

Annie then called out. "Welcome home Sep to the two best cunts in Arizona."

With Annie attempting to gobble one of his balls, Seb leaned forward, yelled "No kidding?" and grabbed Julie's small but swollen breasts and he sighed, "Roth Cape would be ever so proud of me. Thank God Roth Chose America."

THE END