Guatemalan Blend

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"Shelby!" Marisol cried as Shelby entered the kitchen, Maria close behind. My fiancée rushed over to her and gave her a welcoming hug. "Haven't seen you in forever. How is college?" She put an exaggeration on the last word, emphasizing its importance.

"Good," Shelby replied, with a shrug that suggested otherwise. "I'm just doing generals right now, so it's hard to decide just how much I like it."

"Boring classes?" Marisol asked.

Shelby chuckled. "I guess. A required Math and Chemistry, but my English class is okay."

"Tell them why," Maria sing-songed.

Shelby rolled her eyes but smiled. She leaned close to Marisol and whispered. "The instructor... is really hot." Shelby flashed her eyes at me, almost apologetically, as I stood at the sink washing fruit.

I stiffened slightly, unsure if I was supposed to laugh or pretend I hadn't heard

Marisol giggled. "Ooooh... do tell. Young, tall, athletic type who corrupts all the innocent freshmen, I hope?"

Shelby and Maria both laughed. "Umm... no. He's... older..." Her face flushed red with embarrassment at this admission. "Good shape, glasses, and bookish. Typical English professor."

"Scandalous," Maria mockingly gasped. "Well, stay for dinner, and you can tell us all about him."

"Can Shelby stay the night?" Maria asked, excited.

"If she can stand the noise," Marisol replied laughing.

"Tori," I filled in.

Maria nodded. "Friday night." She turned to Shelby. "Victoria has been staying over most weekends for the past couple of weeks... with Carlos."

Shelby snickered. "Screamer?"

"Exactly," Maria said, and the two friends giggled excitedly. "So, you'll stay?"

With a second embarrassed glance at me, Shelby agreed. "And I brought you something, Mister Mike." She held out a paper bag any coffee snob would recognize immediately. The halo around a bean could only mean Holy Grounds, the coffee shop Shelby worked as a barista. "It's one of our specialty blends, and... thought it was fitting."

I looked down at the label and chuckled. "Guatemalan Blend."

Marisol and Maria laughed. "Very fitting," Marisol added.

"Let's show her our new rooms," Maria excitedly said to Marisol, and ran up the stairs.

Seeing Shelby's confused look, Marisol explained, "Mister Mike gave Maria and I each a room upstairs instead of in the Family Wing. We have our own closets, dressers, desks, chairs, everything..." she leaned in conspiratorially, "...except a bed." Marisol winked and took Shelby's hand.

Shelby gave her hand a squeeze, and hesitated.

Understanding, Marisol nodded and let go of her hand.

Nervously, Shelby stepped around the counter to where I was drying off my hands. She wrapped her arms around me and rested her head on my chest. "I'm sorry for the other day," she whispered, holding me close. "I just... wanted him so desperately. But... thank you... to you both."

As her arms wrapped around me, I felt the tension melt...hers... maybe mine too. She wasn't asking for forgiveness. She was giving us--both Marisol and I--her gratitude, and maybe something like trust. I returned her embrace and kissed the top of your head, rubbing her back soothingly. "It's not a problem, Shelby. And there's no need to apologize."

"Nuestra Prima," Marisol added, and I gave her a confused look. My Spanish was improving, but I didn't quite understand the context.

"Our... first?" I questioned.

"Our first and best," Marisol clarified. "Someone who is not blood but is family.Prima."

Shelby understood, even if I didn't, and she squeezed me tighter. After a few heartbeats, she broke the hug, stood on tiptoe to kiss my cheek, then followed Marisol up to her new room.

"Thank you for the coffee," I called after them, still confused. Someone was going to have to explain this one to me.

The house felt warm, like it was holding us in. Upstairs laughter echoed as I finished prepping the meal and set the wine glasses in a neat row.

A few minutes later, the three of them came back down, just as I was sliding the chicken into the oven, one of Marisol's recipes she gave Nero but insisted on cooking herself. An open bottle of wine and four glasses sat on the counter, and Marisol took the hint and poured, bringing me my glass as I continued to prepare dinner.

"So... you share a bed at night," Shelby summarized, "but you each have your own space for your stuff."

"Yep," said Maria. "Isn't that sweet of him? And the fourth room is for the baby!"

Being a wine snob as well as a coffee snob, I'm appalled when people waste good wine... or spit it all over the kitchen window when someone scares the shit out of them like that.

I sputtered mid-sip, spraying Chardonnay across the window like some B-movie horror scene. "Jesus," I gasped, trying to decide if I was choking or being exorcised.

"He's so cute when he's flustered," Marisol said laughing when I had finally stopped coughing and wiped down the window, scowling at them out of the corner of my eye.

Once my heart restarted, the four of us had a very pleasant dinner, then played Spades on the patio for a couple of hours, just relaxing, cracking jokes, and enjoying our evening.

Carlos and Victoria arrived while we were dealing out a new hand, and I offered to rotate them into the game.

"I think we'll just..." Carlos began.

"Netflix and chill?" Shelby suggested.

Victoria laughed and squeezed Carlos' hand and rested her head on his shoulder, giving him smoldering eyes. "Something like that, yeah."

"'Night, guys," Maria said a hint of tease in her voice.

Carlos and Victoria both flipped her off and walked into the Family Wing.

The card game resumed, but the energy around the table felt charged, edgier than before, and we looked at each other expectantly over our hands. We played a few more hands before we heard noises coming from across the yard. More like moans and grunts and mews.

"Screamer," Marisol said not looking up from her cards.

"God, he's really giving it to her, isn't he," Maria said looking over toward the window.

"She seems to be really into it," Shelby said eyeing Maria.

"From the sound of it, he's really into her... deep," Marisol added, and we stifled our laughter, trying to not let them know we could hear. I'm almost positive they were both quite aware of the volume of their passion, and either didn't care... or wanted us to hear... just cuz.

"I'd like to have someone that deep into me," Maria said giving me a wink.

"Me too," Shelby added, giving me a sultry look. "In any hole."

Maria and Marisol giggled while I told them all to behave, a wry smile on my face, and returning Shelby's look.

I felt a foot rubbing against my leg under the table, and looked over at Marisol, raw, carnal hunger in her eyes. From her look, I think she was thinking exactly the same thing as Shelby, Tori's shrieks giving them all ideas.

Maria picked up her wine glass. "Should we... take this inside? Give them some privacy?"

"That's a great idea." Marisol stood up and instead of taking my hand... took Shelby's saying, "Come on,Prima."

I followed my fiancée andPrimainside. Maria got the bottle of wine and filled everyone's glasses. I sat on the sofa, and Marisol quickly crawled into my lap. Shelby relaxed on the love seat and Maria promptly crawled into hers. I looked at them curiously, but they just sat and held each other like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Now, I get it," I said. Maria turned her head to smile at me. "Prima."

"My best... and first," Maria said.

"Ourbest and first," Marisol corrected. That word--Prima--was starting to mean much, much more. It meant chosen. It meant sacred.

"I'm not... family, Mister Mike," Shelby explained. "Not by blood, but Maria and I have been talking, and..."

"We're sisters in everything except blood," Maria continued.

"NotFamilia, but family," Marisol said, toasting the two friends... sisters.

"So... what does that mean, Maria?" I joked. "We share you from time to time with Shelby? Like we did a couple Sundays ago?"

Marisol laid her head on my chest. "It means we all share ourPrima,mi amor."

My breath stopped, and I'm pretty sure my cock lurched.

Marisol giggled but continued. "You, me, and Maria have a special bond... unique.Nuestra Familia, right?"

"I saw that bond that day," Shelby interjected. "And once I saw it... God, I was so selfish just wanting you for myself. You would never break that bond, and it was wrong for me to ask you to. I never will again, Mister Mike."

"But we also saw Maria's special bond with Shelby," continued Marisol. "Different, but just as special."

Maria stroked her friend's hair. "Shewasmy first. I'd never... touched another woman in that way, before. But it just felt so right. So... first."

"And best," added Shelby with a grin.

Maria kissed her on the nose, then continued. "I don't think I'm bi, not exactly. But I love Shelby enough that it just felt right... I wanted her to feel how it was... to be fucked the way I was being fucked. To be loved like that. I needed to share that."

"And I felt it, Mister Mike," Shelby said. "I've sometimes played with other girls in the heat of the moment, but the way Maria touched me..."

"You saw the connection, didn't you,mi amor?" Marisol asked.

I nodded. I've thought back on those moments several times in the past couple weeks, trying to see just what was... so different about it. There was no denying the vicarious transference of passion from me to both my ladies and into Shelby. It was like I was making love to all three of them at the same time.

"I thought I just wanted you to fuck me, Mister Mike," Shelby explained. "But when the three of you showed me just how deep your connection goes... I realized I just didn't want to be fucked... I wanted to be loved... the way you love these two."

"If there was a way," Maria said, "I'd marry you, too, Mister Mike. But even marriage isn't strong enough to describe the bond. It's different... stronger."

"Familia," I said understanding. I hadn't known what this kind of love looked like before--unconditional, messy, fierce. But here it was, filling my living room like music. "And Shelby, though not part of theFamilia... can bePrima... and share our love." I considered the various implications of that. "All... our love?"

Both Maria and Marisol nodded.

"And... everyone is okay with that?"

Again, everyone nodded.

"What if... I'm not," I asked quietly.

Shelby looked like I had just slapped her. Her arms went rigid and her normally soft eyes reflected the dread she felt inside.

Marisol wrapped her arms around my neck and held me close. "Familia, mi amor. Heart, mind, body, and soul. One."

I kissed Marisol's shoulder. "That... is what I wanted to hear, my love." I turned to Shelby. "I'm... rather new at relationships. I went from bachelor..." I gestured around the room, "to this in just a few short months... weeks, actually. I don't understand all the reasons behind... these two." I pointed between my two Guatemalan goddesses. "But they didn't try to convince me. You didn't plead with me like you did that day. Instead, everyone... accepted.Thatis what I needed to know. Because to me... that is whatFamiliais: pure love and acceptance."

A single tear glided down Shelby's cheek. "Does this mean..."

I nodded. "Yes, Shelby. It does. We will gladly shareallour love with you."

"And fuck your brains out," Maria added, breaking the tension of the moment.

We all chuckled, and I raised my glass. "Nuestra Prima."

"Nuestra Prima," we all said in unison and drank.

I changed the subject to lighten the mood. "So... tell us about your hot English professor."

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"Oh... fuck... so good... god... Mister Mike..." Shelby moaned as I pumped my cock into her from behind. Her pussy was so soft, but she clinched it tight reflexively. I could feel her gripping me with every thrust, she has such control over her muscles. I reached down and cupped her tits as I continued railing her, pinching her nipples and arching her back. Amazing.

"Mmmm... that looks so good, Mister Mike," Marisol whispered lovingly in my ear as she knelt beside me stroking my chest and nibbling my neck. "Fuck her good."

"Oh, shit... fuck... cummmmminnnnnng!!!" Maria screamed as Shelby's fingers curled back to stroke her G-spot. This time it was Maria's turn to be vicariously fucked... and she was really enjoying it. Shelby knew exactly how to please her partners, male and female. God, that was hot.

I kept pounding her, and I could tell her orgasm was brewing. Her moans became longer and higher in pitch. "God... fuck... fuck... fuuuuuuuuck... FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" and she climaxed on my cock, squirting her own cum back at me and splashing a bit on Marisol's legs.

Marisol hummed and scooped up some of Shelby's girl-cum with her fingers, then licked them. Smiling, she scraped up a bit more, this time shoving her fingers in my mouth. Shelby's musky tang was pure nectar, and it almost triggered my own orgasm.

But Shelby isn't the only one who learned to please their partners.

Pulling out of my girlfriend's sister's bestie--yes, it even sounded weird to me--I pulled Marisol close to me and began kissing her furiously and feverishly. I lay her down next to where ourPrimahad collapsed on the living room carpet and slid my cock still slick with Shelby into Marisol's sweet snatch.

Heaven. Pure heaven.

Marisol and I were made for each other, we fit so well. Every ridge, every fold, every vein slotted together in a perfect puzzle. She enveloped me in a way that was vastly different and more complete than either Maria or Shelby. Sexual perfection.

Having watched the entire spectacle leading up to me railing Shelby while Shelby finger-fucked Maria, Marisol was really riled up. She screamed as I entered her and continued to wail her ecstatic bliss with every thrust. I swear she peaked at least three times in less than a minute and was already climbing the final hill to a real monster orgasm.

And so was I. I could feel it boiling in my groin and knew this one would be incredible. "Get ready... fuck... I'm close... ladies..."

Maria cradled a still collapsed Shelby, propped her up, and both of them opened their mouths to receive me.

Marisol screeched a final massive orgasm, and I pulled out, pumping my own cock furiously. I shot rope after rope of hot cum onto my ladies, spreading white streaks across Marisol's stomach and tits, Maria's cheeks and nose, and Shelby's shoulders and neck. Maria helped Shelby lean further to take the last few spurts in their mouths, sucking me clean and dry in tandem.

I slumped on the floor next to my fiancée, totally spent. "That... fucking... incredible."

Marisol gave me a thumbs up, using all the strength she could muster for that one gesture.

Maria and Shelby were busy making out, passing my cum between them as they kissed.

"Nuestra... Prima," I panted.

"Fuck, yeah!" a female voice echoed from the entryway. I looked up and saw Victoria and Carlos standing there, both grinning broadly... and both completely naked. Tori really had gotten over her inhibitions. "We could hear you guys across the yard. Looks like I'm not the only loud one here."

"That... was fucking... hot," Carlos added.

The four of us just laughed as we lay sprawled on the living room carpet. Life just keeps getting better and better.

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The scent of freshly brewed Guatemalan Blend greeted me after my morning run--warm, rich, and unmistakably inviting-- and the sight of four beautiful women huddled around the dining table, whispering in low voices, clearly scheming. Apparently, they had just concluded whatever schemes they were devising and stood up to perform whatever their assignments might be. As they drifted past me in practiced unison, each planted a kiss--Victoria included, mostly for comedy and solidarity.

Forget brand loyalty--Guatemalan Blend just claimed top spot. Go figure.

I was sitting at the table savoring my coffee when Marisol returned, wrapped her arms around me from behind, and handed me a list.

"Nero didn't plan on this many people for this weekend, so we're going to need a few things. Do you mind going?"

I scanned the list and raised an eyebrow. "Strawberries and rum? Are we expecting pirates?

Marisol giggled. "Not quite,mi amor. Shelby and Tori are going to stay the weekend, so we thought we'd make a party of it." She took my ear lobe in her teeth and sucked in for a moment before adding, "Clothing... optional."

Needless to say, I rushed to the store and back. Shelby AND Tori... clothing optional. This weekend looked very promising.

It was no problem to have Victoria stay, since she would just stay with Carlos. The difficulty was with Shelby. Marisol suggested that she use the "Baby's Room" (Why did they insist on calling it that???), mostly since it was the only one left with a bed. This implied Shelby wouldnotbe joining us in ours, though it was never actually spoken. Maria, ever the pragmatic one, solved the problem without ever needing to formally address it. She simply volunteered to spend the night with Shelby, instead of with Marisol and me.

Marisol's concern was evident on her face, but she accepted it and gave me a look indicating we would talk about it later. Much later, as it happened, because by the time I was done with her, she was falling into a sex coma.

The house was quiet when I got back--until I stepped onto the patio and saw what dreams are made of: four gorgeous women sunbathing in the buff at my pool, their chairs all arranged to give me the absolute best view of their bodies.

Marisol was on the left, her perfect, voluptuous curves on display, her ceramic skin glistening with tanning oil. Maria was next to her, a youthful copy of her sister with firm breasts and tight legs (and an even tighter pussy). Next sat Shelby, her blonde hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, her perky b-cups blessing the day, and her athletic, cheerleader body presenting every teenage boy's wet dream. On the far-right lay Victoria, her long, lean body stretched out on the lounger, her full breasts resting high on her chest, and her long, smooth legs spread slightly, giving me a view of her sweet folds. Of the four, only Shelby wasn't completely shaved, but left a neat tuft trimmed short and in the shape of a heart.

Not bad for a Saturday. Coffee, daiquiris, and a four-woman welcome committee.

The sound of the blender caught my attention, and I found Carlos, sporting nothing but bartender confidence, manned the blender with flair. He poured out three daiquiris, added some rum into the blender, mixed one more time, then poured out two more. Marisol and himself. The other three got unleaded. Thanks, Carlos.

Unfortunately, I couldn't join them yet. I had my own tasks for the day, the first of which was to prepare the meat. And no, I actually meant pork chops--real meat, not metaphor. Slow-roasted cedar plank pork chops. With my purchases supplementing what Nero already acquired, I dry rubbed spice over the thick-cut chops and placed them on cedar planks, letting them rest for a few minutes while I prepared the grill. I stepped out to the patio to a chorus of jeers.

"Banished!" Shelby called out.

"Too many clothes!" said Maria.

"Come on,mi amor!" chided Marisol. "You know the rules."

"Give us a show, Mister Mike," said Victoria, and the four of them giggled.