Guatemalan Blend

Thank you again to Phil Anderer for great editing. At their suggestion, I italicized all the Spanish words from here on out. I will go back to the other parts and make that change in the rest soon.

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The perfect dream turned reality, waking up spooning a gorgeous woman, one hand cupping her perfect, smooth breast, and my wood sandwiched in her ass.

That was how I woke up. After our encounter in the shower, Marisol led Maria and I to bed where she positioned us, me in the middle, Maria on the left, and Marisol on the right. I had an arm around each one, and they cuddled up to me, each resting their heads on my shoulders. It was comfortable... cozy... complete.

We fell asleep like that, contented and relaxed. After working all that day, being out in the sun, and some rather vigorous orgasms in the shower, we just slipped quietly into a blissful sleep.

Sometime during the night, I must have rolled over to spoon Marisol, and now I woke up to the feeling of her sexy body so close to mine. Still in a semi-dream state, I began to slowly move my hips, sliding my erection between her round cheeks, letting my precum provide its natural aid to the motion.

I kneaded and massaged her breast, paying attention to the hardening tip. I caressed and stimulated her areola and pinched and teased her nipple. I heard her moan softly as she pressed her hips back and matched my motion with grinding of her own.

The motions became harder and faster, and I leaned down to kiss Marisol's neck and shoulders. She raised her arm behind us to caress my head and neck, as she mewled in pleasure. She opened her legs in invitation, and I slid into my fiancée's sweet pussy.

"Hmmm... someone's awake," Marisol whispered in by ear as she began caressing my shoulders... from behind me.

My breath caught. It wasn't Marisol. I froze, the edges of sleep burning away fast.

But then Maria whispered my name. And in her voice was trust--want, yes--but also, a quiet openness.

A snicker of laugher from behind me. "Well, don't stop on my account," she said sultrily. "Go ahead,mi amor. Let her feel all of you."

"Please, Mister Mike," Maria whispered. "Don't stop... I need you..."

I hesitated--but their voices, their eyes, left no room for doubt.

I slid deeper into Maria, and she moaned in appreciation and arousal as she took my entire length. "Oooooh... god... so good..."

Unhurried and wanting to make Maria's and my first time more than just a meaningless fuck, I moved slowly, letting her feel all of me, like Marisol said, with every stroke.

"Yessss,mi amor," Marisol said. "Just like that... Mmmmmm..."

She seemed to be enjoying this moment as much as Maria.

Well... and me of course. Because Maria's pussy was exquisite. I think I described Marisol's the same way, but Maria was different... in subtle ways. Marisol and I fit perfectly together. I fit inside her snugly and smoothly and could easily reach her cervix in most positions. Every time we had sex it felt like I belonged there. Like coming home. Maria met me with a softness that felt... unexpected. Every motion pulled me closer, deeper... and I knew I would never last long inside of her.

I knew I wouldn't last long now, so I took a moment to pull Maria closer, so I could kiss her. Up until now, Maria's kisses were short, teasing, and sensual. Now, I kissed her deliberately and passionately, conveying my desire with each breath. She turned and sank into me, letting me enfold her in my arms... and heart.

I slipped out of Maria when she turned, so Marisol took this opportunity to spoon me from behind, reach around, and start stroking me. Every few strokes she would rub the tip of my cock against Maria's thigh, stomach, or clit. It was my turn to moan as the dual sensation of Marisol's hand and Maria's soft skin almost set me off. Marisol sensed this and moved her hand away.

"Go ahead, my love," Marisol said in my ear. "Show her how a real man loves." She knew this wasn't just about lust. She was shaping something tender, sacred even. A moment of union. She gave me a gentle shove on my back, and I took the hint, rolling on top of Maria.

Maria's fingers trembled slightly as I laced them with mine. Her eyes said it all--"I'm ready," but also, "I love you."

We continued to kiss for a while, and she spread her legs, opening herself up to me. With her hands up by her head, fingers still locked in mine, she presented her entire form, ready more me to take her body and soul.

Without breaking the kiss, I slipped again into Maria and felt her pussy grip me, never wanting to let me go. We moved as one, rocking and sliding, matching one another's motions in synchronized harmony. I made love to her, letting this, our first time, solidify our bond.

Nuestra familia.

Like I predicted, I didn't last long. After a few moments of slow thrusts, I could feel my dick swelling and preparing to burst. I changed the motion slightly, sliding deeper into Maria, trying to bring her to climax with me. I only lasted a few more strokes before I released my seed inside my fiancée's 18-year-old sister. Luckily, feeling my hot semen fill her insides triggered Maria's orgasm and we came together.

After coming down from our mutual climaxes, we lay forehead to forehead, my deflating dick still inside her, and just shared this moment. Marisol slid over to us, wrapped both of us in a huge hug, and kissed each of us each in turn.

"Are you okay, Maria?" I asked. I wanted her to feel safe. Not just wanted--but seen. Did I hurt her? Did she have regrets? Was she embarrassed for some reason? I needed to know.

"Oh yes, Mister Mike," she replied, her voice a breathy whisper. She placed a gentle hand on my cheek. "You were wonderful and caring... and I love you."

I looked over at Marisol, who beamed at the two of us. "And I love you, Maria. Both of you."

"Don't get me wrong," she said with a mischievous grin. "That was beautiful. But next time? Just fuck me."

Well... there's that. Three hearts, one bond. Our family.

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The next few days were... rather difficult for me. Difficult for three reasons.

First, I was having sexual relations with not just one, buttwoemployees. I was pretty sure that violated the contract I had with the service agency... and may have also broken one or two employment laws. I'd have to find a way to fix that situation... and soon. Granted, I doubted ifanyof my employees would have complained to the agency, but it still weighed heavily on my mind.

Second was my third employee... the brother of the two sisters/employees with whom I was having sexual relations. He already knew and approved of my relationship with Marisol; I just wasn't too sure about how he might feel about adding his little sister to that arrangement as well. He might just use those garden shears.

Third... I was over 50! And trying to please and pleasure two young women with voracious sexual appetites... just wore me out. At this rate, I would be living on a steady diet of caffeine ginseng, and Viagra.

I know. Poor me.

We dealt with the second problem first, since that was probably the most immediate. Not that Carlos noticed Maria wasn't asleep in her bed after coming home from his dates with Victoria, whom he had been seeing every night since the party. We even learned that the night of the party, he did not get in until after 4am. Needless to say, he was a little too preoccupied with an 18-year-old of his own to really worry too much about his sister.

So, as soon as we could, the three of us sat Carlos down, and explained things. I, of course, was terrified. One never knows how a brother might react.

However, Carlos surprised us all by turning to me and saying, "You lucky fuck!"

Well, that settled one problem.

Now, I know that Carlos was not calling me lucky because HE wanted to have sex with his sisters. It was more of the concept of having two very hot sisters to fuck that he was calling me lucky. Not that he was hurting in the attractive girlfriend scene. Victoria was quite the looker (fucking gorgeous, some would say), making Carlos one "lucky fuck" himself.

Marisol also took care of the first problem very quickly and very pragmatically. We discussed it in my office one afternoon when I explained my struggle with sleeping with an employee, and how I just thought it would be better if she quit the agency and I took care of her. That's what would happen when we got married anyway, right?

My fiancée got very quiet and very serious. "Mister Mike... it is one thing to be seen as a gold digger. If other people think that, then screw 'em. But it is another thing tofeellike a gold digger... and that's how I would feel if you 'took care of me,' as you say. I like working here, taking care of your house... ofourhouse. And you do not pay me, the agency does. So, you may be the owner of the house, but I don't work for you."

She leaned down, placed her hands on my knees, and looked me in the eye. "Besides, if I wanted to by a red baby-doll nightgown to impress my man, I would rather do that with my money than yours." She kissed me softly and sensually, running her tongue along my lips, stood up, and sidled toward the door.

"Did you really?" I asked lamely.

"Maybe," she said coyly as she slapped her own ass and walked out of the office.

And that took care of Problem #1... but exacerbated #3.

Again... poor me, right?

My inner-asshole laughed as he lay back on his beach chair sipping a margarita in my mind-heaven. He was having the time of his life.

Marisol had indeed purchased a red baby-doll nightgown... with matching lace thong panty. She and Maria both did, except Maria's was lavender. They wore them to dinner, padding barefoot into the dining room just as I was setting out the prepared plates. My eyes went wide, and I nearly knocked over the wine bottle as I stumbled toward them.

"He's so cute when he flustered," Maria said.

"I know, right?" added Marisol.

They sidled over to me, taking their respective positions, one in each arm, and they received a very welcoming kiss. Maria returned her kiss with passion and desperation, driving her tongue into my mouth, and urging my own need while she stroked and massaged my chest. Marisol kissed me with equal fervor, running her hand down my thigh and back up again, cupping my bulging crotch. I alternated kisses between them, getting more and more heated with each exchange.

Marisol abruptly ended the moment by breaking the kiss and saying, "I'm hungry. Let's eat."

Maria and Marisol both left my arms and sat down, leaving me hanging and hard.

It was going to be one of those nights.

They made up for it by giving me a double-blowjob after dinner, each of them alternating between my cock and my balls. Marisol's mouth felt like heaven, and I damn near came each time she sucked me. Maria, however, sucked me so hard, my cock head turned purple. God, she sucked like a pro. In tandem, they sucked, massaged, stroked, and sucked some more until I released my jizz all over their silk-clad tits.

"Hey now, Mister Mike. We wash these in cold water, not hot cum," Maria quipped.

"Isn't his cock just magnificent,hermanita?" Marisol added, sucking any remnants of my seed from my dick.

Oh... I forgot to mention, I solved problem #3 with an herbal blend guaranteed to increase steel, stamina, and semen. They fucking worked.

So, after a "difficult" few days, we settled into a routine, working during the day and sharing the bed and pleasure at night. Carlos was home, or he wasn't, and we left him to pursue his own relationship, though Maria filled us in on all the gossip from Victoria on a regular basis. Seemed she and Carlos were doing really well. Good for him.

Marisol and Maria took every opportunity to tease me, both at work and after. One morning, I went to my study to find Marisol dusting the living room in a maid costume fit for the Fredrick's of Hollywood calendar. Thigh-high fishnets, feathery skirt which showed a hint of ass, low cut revealing ample cleavage, the works. I fucking loved it, but Marisol paid me no mind as she bent over to dust the bottom shelves, giving me a good view of her thong-clad ass. She actually hummed while she worked, adding to the carefree, unassuming attitude.

I couldn't help myself. I came up behind her, cupped her tits and bit into her neck. She gasped in mock indignation. "Mister Mike! I'm not that kind of girl. Behave yourself and go to work." She glanced toward my office with a cheeky grin and gave me a push in that direction.

Maria was busy arranging my desk in a pencil skirt that barely covered her rear, thigh-high nylons, high heels, and a button-down blouse that only had a few buttons fastened, giving me an excellent view of her tits. Her dark nipples shone through her white shirt, adding to the tease.

"Good morning, Mister Mike," she said breathily as she pulled my chair out for me.

I played along and sat down, loving where my life had taken me.

Maria went over to a side table and retrieved a cup of coffee. She presented it to me, "tripped," and spilled the coffee over her white blouse. "I'm sorry, Mister Mike. I'm such a klutz." She began 'rubbing' at the stain cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples.

I couldn't help but laugh. My ladies were so much damned fun... and I loved it.

"Maria?" I chuckled, and she looked up at me with innocent, sensual eyes. "Please close the window."

From the other room, Marisol snorted, actually snorted, at the reference.

Maria went to the window and made sure it was closed, pointedly leaning over and giving me an excellent view of the lace thong that barely covered her pussy.

"Marisol!" I called.

My 'maid' appeared. "Yes, Mister Mike?"

"Would you treat and wash Maria's blouse? I would hate for it to stain and ruin the shirt."

"Of course, Mister Mike." She walked behind Maria, glided her hands up her sister's arms, across her shoulders, and down her chest to the buttons of her blouse, and began unfastening them... slowly, giving me a tantalizing reveal of Maria's beautiful tits.

Marisol pulled Maria's shirt off. "I will be right back," she said, giving each of us a wry smile, granting us permission for... whatever. At the door she dropped Maria's shirt. With an, "Oops... clumsy me," she bent over to pick up the shirt, and stretched out her long legs and her rounded ass, giving me a wonderful view of her panty-less pussy. She lingered there for a moment, waving her ass back and forth, then picked up the shirt, gave us a wave, and left.

I returned to staring at Maria's gorgeous breasts. The were nearly identical to Marisol's in every way, though maybe carrying a bit more firmness that can only come from nubile youth. The nipples were the same pinkish-brown color, with silver-dollar-sized areola and tiny tips that jutted out in arousal.

"You look cold, Maria," I said. "Can I help you stay warm?"

"Thank you, Mister Mike," she said, playfully. I opened my arms, and she turned around so her back was to me, straddled my lap, and let me wrap my arms around her, my hands cupping each of her breasts.

God, they were so soft... and felt so good in my hands. I massaged them, kneaded them, and teased each nipple until Maria cooed with pleasure. She leaned back and kissed me while I continued to stroke and work her tits. She sat on my lap and rocked her hips, giving me a lap dance in my office chair as our tongues danced in each other's mouths.

Once she brought me to full hardness with her grinding, she knelt in front of my chair, unzipped my straining trousers, and released by cock. Looking me square in the eye, she wrapped her ample bosom around my hard shaft and began stroking me up and down with her tits.

It felt amazing. Her tits were so soft and so warm, and my oozing precum quickly spread in her cleavage, giving us plenty of lubrication. She increased her strokes and even took my cock in her mouth on every down stroke, licking the head and sucking to add to my stimulation.

Having returned from her laundry service, Marisol stood at the door, appraising her sister's performance. When I sprayed Maria's tits with ropes and ropes of semen, she applauded, proud of her sister, and proud of me. She was enjoying the scene just as much as we were.

Maria beamed with pleasure, glad she had gotten me off is such a lewd and erotic manner. Her chest still dripping with my cum; she leaned up and kissed me.

"You girls are so damned much fun," I said, and we all laughed.

Nuestra Famila... and life was good.

Until I had to fire Carlos.

"Carlos!" I said as Carlos walked in after 9am, still dressed in his finery from the night before. It was obvious he had spent the night with Victoria. "My office. Now!"

I stroke into my office and an ashamed Carlos followed.

"I can't tolerate this behavior anymore," I began, and Carlos' gaze dropped to the floor. "It just isn't working, you acting this way." Of course, I let him believe it was his relationship with Victoria I disapproved of. "You've left me with no choice, but to let you go."

His eyes jerked up to mine in shock. "Wh--wh..." He couldn't even get the words out.

"Yes, Carlos. I'm afraid you are fired. So go back to your room... and write up a business proposal showing me how investing in your landscaping business will be a profitable venture for us both."

Carlos looked confused, and I couldn't maintain the 'mean employer' façade. "I can't have my future brother-in-law working for me alone, now can I? Not when he could be making a hell of a lot more money on the outside. Let me help you get started. Give me a business plan, and I'll have my PR person and accountant look over it. Together, we can grow your business, and you can strike out on your own. Of course, I'll hire your company as my landscaper, because I can't afford to have a business partner and a groundskeeper."

Carlos looked like I'd just asked him to bury a body--then, slowly, realization bloomed behind his eyes.

"It's simple, Carlos. I'm investing in you and your company. I'll give you the capital to get started. My PR guy will help you with marketing, and my accountant will help you with finances. Between the four of us, I'm sure we can make your dream successful."

Carlos blinked back tears as he clasped my hand, then pulled me into a half-hug--awkward, firm, grateful. "Thank you, Mister Mike. I don't know what else to say."

"That's all you need to say. This is a business venture. Yours and mine. Together, we will make this happen. Now, go get me a business plan."

Carlos repeatedly offered his thanks while he vigorously shook my hand, then rushed out of the room to put together his proposal.

Maria, who had been waiting outside the study for her morning instructions, hugged him then me. "Carlos always dreamed about this. He just never thought he'd be seen that way--not by family, not by anyone."

"I... think I understand," I replied. "I want to help.Nuestra familia, right?"

Maria stood on her toes and gave me a tender kiss. "Nuestra familia,mi amor," adopting the name her sister had given me.

I smiled and embraced her, reveling in the familial familiarity of her presence. This was good. This was right.

Family. Trust. Growth. That's the legacy I wanted to build.

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The summer continued. We lived, we laughed, we loved--and somewhere in there, we tried to catch our breath.

Carlos and I were able to work out some details for his landscaping business plan and he started working with some of my other business associates. Within a few weeks, he had a shortlist of clients, enough that he now only worked for me (through the service agency), on a 'part time' basis. He still lived with us, of course. We wouldn't have it any other way.