Threesome With The Criminals
Belle lay sprawled on her big double bed, her white flesh glimmering in the subdued lamplight. Somehow, to Rosie it was an instant replay of the first moment of her eavesdropping, only was it yesterday or the day before? The girl couldn’t remember. The hours and events all ran together and blurred in her mind. Of course, this time she wasn’t at a keyhole, but standing impatiently inside the open doorway.
And there were other differences, too. The man bending over her aunt’s voluptuous body and big breasts was definitely not Gary! His skin was darker, his body shorter and sturdier. With a sinking heart, the girl recognized the handsome gardener Pablo. Her first thought was to cry “Rape!” And the only thing stopping her was the lascivious smile on Belle’s face, and the husky words pouring but of the woman’s round throat.
“Yeah, suck my titties, Pablo honey. Ummm that’s good—– What’s the matter with you Carlos? I want both of you, you hear? Both of you fuckin’ greasers at once!”
Rosie’s jaw dropped; she stood frozen.
Carlos, the other Mexican helper, moved in on cue. With a wide white grin on his dusy face, he ran his fingers over Belle’s rounded belly. Grabbing a handful of auburn pussy hair, he muttered something in Spanish. ‘ “SPEAK ENGLISH, YOU FUCKER,” Belle shouted hoarsely. “You talk as good as I do, I’ve heard you!”
“Yeah, lady, I’m gonna give it to you good,” Carlos said. “You just been waiting for us, I to Pablo so all the time!” He bent his head and quick nipping kisses on the inside of her white thigh.
The combination of her reawakened sexuality the brandy which released her inhibitions, and the liquid-eyed good looks of the two Mexicans ha proved too much for Belle. First she’d wandered across the patio feeling sorry for herself and drinking from the bottle. She didn’t really mean to go to the two gardeners, she told herself. But somehow, there they were, one on each side of her in the moonlight. “Have a lil drink,” she said, her voice slurring, passing the bottle to an eager brown hand.
The three of them sat and finished the bottle together. One of them—she wasn’t sure which one had his arm around her shoulders. She nestled up into his masculine warmth, either not knowing or- not caring who it was. When she felt one of them begin to paw at her boobies, she laughed.
