Chapter 9: Slit Change

A Few Hours Later

Something important changed that night while I slept, a new game was afoot.

A few hours later I woke up spooning with a woman in my bed ... but it wasn’t Cynthia. Judging by the hips and the hair it was Abril. Pammie and Cynthia had shared a bed, as sisters, for years, they talked late at night. When Pammie went to Portland to college Cynthia was alone. About the same time Abril’s roomies betrayed her, grabbed her gold, and left. Abril did not like being alone.

Abril and Cynthia were good friends, Abril had ushered Cynthia into my bed the first time. So when they found themselves alone at night they started sleeping together. It was platonic at first. But they were not sisters, they both radiated sexuality and craved the pleasure of sexual attention, so they became sexual together before Abril gave herself to me. Now they both had rooms in the mansion, but if they were both here they were often together.

Now they had taken the sharing to a new level, instead of sharing their own beds they were sharing mine, with me in it. I had gone to sleep with Cynthia but now I wound myself with Abril. I was not sure of the motivations driving each one to such things, but I really did not have any reason to object. I had my arms around Abril and my body pressed against hers. It was very nice and as I became aware when the obvious things started to stiffen. As it got stiffer she moved a little bit, proving she was aware of my condition and wanted some attention. I was okay with slipping into someone new.

For Abril, what she loves is the Spanish of the Old World, the language of the Sainted Queen Isabella. Her father had taught her the language. As it happened, the language of the Colony was a version of that language, from about 100 years later after the Old World was cleansed of the Moors and Spain’s dominion was spread by the conquistadors who followed the Italian, Columbus. Only an academic might detect the differences, and Abril was no academic. Instead as I spoke a few loving phrases in the tongue of my youth she melted against me with the thrill of love and affection, so warm and soft and pleasing to the senses.

I had an idea for our faux wedding that was coming up in a few weeks. I whispered, “I was wondering, maybe we could make the wedding a little special, just for us, if we spoke our vows in the tongue your Father and my Patron taught me.”

There was a sharp intake of breath, her reaction of pure surprise and joy. “Would you really do that? What about the lawyers...”

“Of course we could do it, the vows are ours. The lawyers know some Latin, plus they can point in Spanish...” she chuckled at that, it was funny, “but you know they and their wives cannot bring themselves to learn Spanish. What we speak will be only for you and me ... and a few people from the Colony like Martin.”

“Would you really do that for me? That would be wonderful. You are so wonderful ... it took me too long to realize it, but you must be the sweetest, most patient man in the world. I don’t deserve...” She turned over to give me a hug and a kiss, pure happiness was dripping from her eyes.

That took tab P out of the slot that felt so good to both of us, but I was confident she would put things right after her emotional episode.

Like me, Abril thinks very highly of herself, for her to admit she did not deserve me was a signal event. It deserved a celebration if I could find the time. We would be married before I had time to spare.

My cock had gotten to a full erection and was happy for a moment there. She looked down and licked her lips. “I think your body was headed towards doing something before our wedding. Please, enjoy me as you wish.”

She turned back over, so I was spooning her, and carefully guided my cock back into her entrance. With so little exercise between us she was wet and very tight. She was purely eager to get my cock into her pussy so I could pleasure as she wanted. In moments I was moving in and out of her. It was hard to say who was tighter, Cynthia who had been a virgin in early May, or Abril who was experienced but had been without penetration for two years before I finally got in a month ago. Both had only been penetrated less than a dozen times since. Both had accepted a few toys inside lately, from each other. Sometimes I was busy when the urge came to them so they played with each other, but those toys were skinnier than me.

Both pussies felt very good to my cock, and having one when I went to bed and the other when I woke up was a nice, even better experience.

“It is such a good feeling for my body to feel your wonderful cock inside,” she whispered. The fucking was pure enjoyment to her relaxed body. “So good, and so good to me. What more could a woman want?” she whispered as she got comfortable with me.

That question raised a red flag for me. What else could she want? I could think of a couple answers she might be drawn to: a real marriage (like my tribal wives had coming), a baby (three were on the way), a bigger cut of the score (she thought Sam might get more), a car of her own (like Li had). She could see how others had those things or knew they were coming.

On the other hand, she already new a real ring (over $100,000) plus an exclusive designer wedding dress she was being fitted for. She did not yet know about the car she would get.

It is hard to overstate how sexy Abril is and how crazy I, or any guy, can get having her body. This morning I was getting turned on enough that “spoons” was not going to do it. So just like I had with Cynthia a few hours ago, I moved Abril to a three-quarters/side entry position from the rear.

I switched it up from Cynthia, I had Abril settle on her right side, and drew her left knee towards her chest. I straddled her right leg and eased my cock into her hungry, oozing pussy. I was not in a mood to go slow and easy, I whispered passionate phrases in Spanish in her ear as I started to pound her harder below, putting some energy and some sweat into my fucking.