Drug Lord's Gifts

***

After the just-home-from-work formalities the following evening—or should I say: informalities—they led me to our kitchen table and sat me down. As usual, they'd already put me in a warm and accommodating mood, so I wasn't at all opposed to having two naked Latino women fawn over me.

Maria reached back and found a small plastic sack. "Here, Sir. We spend your money, so we hope you like what buy."

I mean, what was there not to like in this situation? Maybe WWIII or a nuclear attack, but nothing these two could do. From the sack, each took a small jewelry-type box, probably costume jewelry. Every once in a while they brought home another piece they'd found at Goodwill or St. Vincent. I never understood how jewelry—jewelry of any sort—could make a beautiful woman look better than when naked, but why fight it?

From each box first came a gold chain, followed by a trophy shop medallion dangling from it. Obviously these were new, not el-cheapo pre-owned stuff they'd found used somewhere. Each held hers out to me.

"Here, Sir Mattie. Read."

I did my best in the glitter of the overhead light:

Anna Sanchez

Property of

Matthew K. Worden

Maria Sanchez

Property of

Matthew K. Worden

Their names were done larger and in a classic script, the rest in a bold, block font, all centered. I looked up to their smiles.

"Here," both said, more or less together as they handed them to me by the chain. "Read on back."

It took me a moment to get the glare out of my eyes, but when I did, I saw in softer script, And glad to be.

I chuckled and their smiles widened in response.

"But you're not property, mine or anybody's. I can't own you."

Their expressions changed just that quickly to something joining fear, disappointment, and lack of comprehension.

Anna came to first. "Don't you want to own us?"

"More than anything in the world. But the kind of owning I want about you is the kind I have to earn every day."

"So you do, dozen times, yes."

"I hope so."

"We just want earn you hundred times every day, too, so we sure you always get more."

Sheesh! My thought must have shown on my face.

"Come on, Maria," Anna said. "We got ninety-nine times go yet tonight, right?

With that I found myself being dragged once again to the bedroom by two naked Latino girls. I figured next time I had a celebration excuse, I get them each real gold chains and pure gold pendants with those inscriptions. I wanted solid gold for everything between them and myself. Oh, those lucky fobs, dangling every day between such wonderful breasts!

***

"Oh, sorry, Master," Anna said. She may have said that, but the cause of me waking didn't end. Neither did the cause from my other side. I'd gotten used to waking to them both snuggled up against me, and snuggling more as I rose to cognisance.

"Oooh, feels good," I half moaned, half whispered.

"Hope so, don't you, Maria?"

"Yeah, Maria do."

"What you and us do today, Honey?"

"What will we and you do today, Honey?" I said, my English teacher manner holding forth.

"Whatever you tell us, we do." Two hands and two bodies made it clear it was all up to me. "What do?"

"If you stop that so I can think, I'll tell you."

"How maybe Anna and Maria do more now, then when finish, you tell what you think?"

There was no winning this quandary, except postponement, so I commenced my part of this.

"Oh, wow!" Anna hissed.

"Si! Wow!" Maria said, not so quietly.

Somehow, I managed to hike them both over Climax Mountain without doing myself in to the extent I had nothing left when Maria woke and began her best of finishing me off.

"You like Maria again, right now?" she said.

My answer was a kiss on her right nipple.

"Oooh! Maria like that."

"Me, too," I said.

"What you really want from Maria? What you want more than anything from Maria?"

"What about Anna?"

"What you want from both us, then?"

That set me back, because I knew exactly what I wanted, but I saw no hope of a future that included getting Anna and Maria set up for US citizenship, so I didn't always worry I'd lose them.

Maria kissed me, then put her right nipple again where I'd have to be stupid not to kiss it.

"Maybe you like Maria again? Kiss tittie?"

Of course I would, but could I? So, I changed the subject in self-defense.

"You know what I want most of all in the whole world, Maria?"

She looked up, the question on her face said she wanted to know, but feared she might not be able to accomplish her part, whatever it might be.

"More than anything, I want Anna on one side of me in bed, and you on the other."

"We do that right now." She turned and shook Anna.

"Anna, you wake up. Mattie want to fuck us both again."

"Let me sleep. He already fuck me so good I not want wake up—ever. I dream he in me, and whatever he do is most wonderful everything in the world. Please let me dream more? Please?"

"You go ahead and dream, Anna. You made me feel that good, too," I said.

"Well, I want know what you want most, Mattie. Tell Maria. Please?"

"What I want is knowing when I come home every night you will be there."

"That easy. I promise Maria always be at casa to fuck you. And I always fuck best fuck in whole world."

"And Anna?"

"She do you same, if you not already fuck her so good she stay sleepy."

"Huh!" I certainly wasn't getting anywhere with this line of discussion. Maria looked at me as if she wanted more of an answer than I'd come up with so far.

"That's a wonderful idea, but I want more."

"What more than we fuck you every time you come home, every time you wake up, and every time you want either or both us?"

"I know you will, if you can."

"What you mean, 'if can?'"

"I want to know there's no way some one can come take the two most wonderful women in the world away from me and haul them back to Mexico."

You could have clobbered Maria on the head with a Hiroshima bomb and gotten a similar reaction. She looked down, as if her mind could not imagine this country she's found she loved so much would do that to her and her sister.

"They take us away from you? After you save us? After we make fuck you best in whole world?"

I nodded, because if INS found them, they certainly might and certainly, legally could. I had to find a way around this. It would kill me to lose Anna and Maria. It would kill me to lose either of them!

***

The summer after I 'got them,' that first summer, the one during which I still had to worry about Senior Espino sending his 'boys' to drag my girls away from me, of course I had summer vacation time off from work. Not a lot of time—three weeks, if I took it all at once—so whatever I did for vacation had to stay fairly close to home. Of course, what was there to go away from home for? At home I had about all the pleasure any man could ever hope for. But I had to watch where I went if I took my girls with me: No journeys out-of-country to Canada or Mexico or any other situation that required passports or identification. And since 911, you had to have one or the other to fly—anywhere, even within the States. So any travel I did would have to be by car if I wanted to take Anna and Maria with me. If I wanted? Wouldn't any healthy man my age want them with him?

I'd never seen Yellowstone Park, so I packed my girls into my 'good runner' pickup truck, loaded what camping gear I had into it's bed under the canopy, and headed out. I certainly was glad its seat was a bench, so they could sit alongside me.

Our itinerary took us up through Oregon, to Puget Sound, along Washington's border with Canada , across the northern tip of Idaho, into and across northern Montana, over into the Dakotas to see the Black Hills and Rushmore Monument, finally back west for a week of seeing Yellowstone Park. After that, it was heading south again for home.

We made out just fine, but I did learn there was a lot to be said in favor of making love to my girls in comfort of my home, my bedroom and my bed. Air mattresses and sleeping bags in a tent just didn't measure up.

"You like Anna best in Montana?" She asked as we crossed the border. I was surprised she could read the border sign.

"Very good, Anna. You read the sign?"

"Anna see. Read sign very much good. So now Mattie tell. Like Anna better in Montana?"

"Like just as well."

"Not better?"

"Just as good."

"Oh. Then you find good sleepy place for tonight, so Anna have make best like ever with you. You like that?"

I nodded. Of course I would. "But what about Maria?"

"Maria only fuck Mattie if Anna say do."

"So it's your turn tonight?"

She nodded. I guess I'd lost count. That's what often happened when they shared, or just doubled up in such a way I couldn't make out who was who, when was when, and how was how.

"You nice man, Mattie. You always play equal with Anna and Maria. Tonight Anna maybe share with Maria. But Anna get you first. Then maybe we both get you second. After that, who know?"

"I know. You'll wear me out, that's what will happen."

"I hope so, Maria hope so. We make you so tired you stay in bed with us all day so we fuck you all day again and again."

I shook my head. How had I gotten into this?

"What you talk about with Maria?" Anna said, coming out of her nap.

"I just tell Mattie how much I want fuck him all night tonight?"

"So what to tell? I think he already know you want fuck him all night. He know you fuck him all day tomorrow, too, if I let."

"Oh, you two!"

"We both want you fuck us all'a time. You know, Si?"

I nodded. There was no refuting that!

Maria turned and looked up at me. "How soon we stop and find sleepy place?"

"It's only five o'clock. We should drive another hour," I said, keeping in mind the schedule we's agreed upon two weeks ago at home.

"But I want you," Maria said, a fake put in her voice.

"Oh, Maria," Anna said. "Sooner he likes you, sooner I get of fuck him. I not ready still. I want wait some time to fuck him."

"Oooh."

That was the way I felt, too. I had yet to recover from last night. Anna had done me first, then Maria, then both. I needed rest, and with these two, the only rest I got was while driving. Maria must have heard my thoughts.

"Maria wish Anna and Maria can make coche' go. Then Mattie rest and just fuck and fuck. No need drive. Just rest and fuck and rest. Then Maria want more riding in coche.'"

Yeah, sure! Driver's licences? No driving without one. Another factor making Matt wish he could get his women's ID problem solved!

Exactly one hour more, and Maria made a great show of reading her Timex.

"See, Mattie? Time for you like Maria. How far to find next Pueblo?"

"Let's see." I looked at my GPS. "About half hour."

"Too long! Too long! Maria want you right now."

"Oh, Maria, you just love him fuck too much," Anna said from the seat at the far side of the truck's cab.

"You don't? Maria almost not get like share last night. You keep him too long."

"Sorry. I wanted him so much, and so long, and so deep, I just not want feel him slip out of me."

"Well, I want feel him slipping into me right now."

Oh, brother! Did those big shot guys in Arabia and Asia have this problem? Maybe not. As I understand in a harem, the 'man'—whatever his title—was the boss, and the women his slaves. I hadn't given up my boss-ship to my girls, but I knew better to get overbearing and mess with a good thing, I'll tell you!

Maria put her hand in my lap, and it was no accident, I'm certain. A moment later she began caressing my half-hearted erection. When I looked over at her, she smiled.

"I make you want like Maria. You want yet?"

I was getting there, but slowly. "In a half hour I'll be ready to ball your lights out, Maria."

"Too long. Want you like me now."

"Just wait, okay?"

"Not want wait." With that she looked up at me and smiled more yet. Her next move against my manhood drove me most of that half hour toward the upcoming town.

"You wait, or I stop, paddle your pretty little ass, and then crawl inside the camper and fuck you right here along this highway."

"Oooh, I like that idea. More fuck sooner is better."

"You slut, Maria," Anna said.

I nodded. What else could I do?

***

We did find a motel in a one horse town a few minutes before Maria's half hour was up. And as usual, I felt really awkward about checking in. Did my anticipated activities for the rest of the evening show on my face? What went on in the clerk's head when I said there were three of us? Was I a father with a wife and child? Or what? I doubt he'd have understood if I told him I had my girlfriend with me and her twin sister, too. All in one double queen room? If his imagination ran away with him, he'd surely get it right: Me fucking both of them. That was for certain!

It was edging toward evening by time I got Maria pacified, and Anna well on her way as well. Before long the girls were showering and washing up so we could go try out that greasy spoon we passed, out along the old bypass road into town. At least my girls seemed pacified for the moment so I didn't have to watch out for moves against my manhood observers might see.

The Café Silverdale really was pretty good, if not fancy. The biggest problem was my girls' rising interest in their male companion. By the time we finished a plate of very good beef stew and apple pie ala mode each, I had to get them out of there before the whole town of Silverdale knew we were lovers, instead of just friends on a summer vacation.

I finished Anna off, then settled back onto the bed, hoping Maria would need an hour or so to recuperate. Thankfully she did, but during that hour she didn't let me forget she lay there alongside me.

"Tomorrow we home? Si, Mattie?"

"Yes." What was she getting at, anyway?

"Then we like regular times with you, yes?"

Regular times? What she really wanted was 'all the times!'

"One you come from work? One just before supper? One after supper? One when go bed? Wake up and like again? And after breakfast, like once more?"

I nodded. Six times in one day? Had I really done that well before we started on this little vacation? Or was she leading me toward more than ever? But she wasn't really looking for an answer—yet. Just reassurance. She stretched up and kissed me on the neck.

"So muchas gracias, Senior Matt. Maria like you so much even though you all tired out. Anna like you just as much, too."

"Well, Honey. I like you more than that. I like you so much I love you. And Anna, too. I'm so glad we took this vacation."

Her answer was to kiss me again, then run her hand up the inner side of my thigh, then take gentle hold of my manhood and give it a jack or two.

"I glad you like vacation with Anna and Maria. I ask Anna. She say she want new vacation next month with Mattie again, and I know I do."

"Oh, you two! You say Anna is a slut, but I think Maria is a slut, too."

"You want otherwise? I be slut every time you want woman, Anna be slut every time, too. So you get two for one. You like, yes?"

Again, what could I say to rebut that?

But, what about next summer? (Forget next Month!) Drive somewhere else? Perhaps see Grand Canyon and Glenn Canyon Dam, the Snake River and all the Columbia River dams? Go to California and see Disneyland? Maybe see more of Puget Sound (Without going out of the US). How about more of the Cascade Mountains or more of Oregon?

Well, I had nine or ten months to figure it out. And meanwhile, I had the finest two women in the world to keep me company.

Chapter 4

Be It Hereby Known to All:

We, Matthew K. Worden and Anna Sanchez, being of sound mind this (whatever date we chose to make it official), have consented and vowed this day to be joined in marriage as provided under Montana Common Law, to be husband and wife, and to henceforth be known as Mr. and Mrs. Matthew K. Worden or individually as Mr. Matthew K. Worden and Mrs. Anna S. Worden. Both the bride and groom presently reside in Golden Canyon County within the State of Montana and both exceed that state's minimum permissible age to marry.

Signed: Matthew K. Worden and Anna Sanchez, now Mrs. Matthew S. Worden

Witnessed by Maria Sanchez, Maid of Honor and sister of the bride.

Published this date in the Golden Times-Sentinel, a Montana newspaper of record.

"Oooh, Master!" Anna said with a shiver. "What it all mean?"

"What do you think it means?"

"I don't know. But I afraid I hope for so much as I want."

"Yeah, Matt Honey," Maria said. "What it mean?"

"This is a way Anna and I can get married, without papers and ID, and with little risk the authorities will succeed in deporting her. As I understand it plain and simple, she would be my legal wife, and as I understand immigration rules, they seldom deport a citizen's wife who is resident and living here."

"But what about me, then?"

"You're her sister. I doubt they will deport you, either. After all, you'll be part of my family, too."

"Really? Really?"

"Well, you're both here in the United States, you've been here ten years or so, aren't mooching off the welfare system, and you're not committing violent crimes. And Maria, it says you are very closely related to my wife, the woman I will be legally married to.

"You think it really work?" Anna said. "Just like that? We decide? We say so, and 'poof', we married? Without license, I'm wife?"

"Well, don't you want to?"

"Oh, Master I want to so much you wouldn't believe!"

"But, Honey? Remember it's much more than just 'poof'. We already talked about that the other night, right?"

"Si. You acting like husband with me? And me acting like wife with you? Your esposa?"

I nodded.

"And us acting like your wives?" Maria said.

I shook my head slowly. "Sorry Maria. Only Anna or only Maria. Other must act like my sister in law."

"Hoo boy! How will you do that, Maria?" Anna said.

The other girl shook her head slowly.

"Come on, Maria. It won't be that bad," Anna said.

"What you mean, won't be that bad? I love Matt just as much as you. And I want him just as much as you—maybe even more, lots of times. Sure be better if we both marry him. There be some way, no?"

"Sorry, not in this country. That is, unless you want to move to Minnesota and become Moslems in one of those communities I heard about back there."

"No thanks! I staying here with you. I know you, Mattie, Honey. And I love you."

"So," Anna said, "When we do?" Was that eagerness I detected in her voice?

"This summer, maybe?"

"Must wait so long?"

"You already been waiting nearly two years for something."

"Yeah, but that's 'cause we not know there is other way."

"So, since we know a way now, you're in a big hurry? Nothing will really change, except you and Maria will be safer from deportation."

"And maybe you fuck me more because I be wife? But you make more good sex with Maria, too, just so be fair?"

"Isn't now enough?"

"Always want more ... me and Maria always want more."

"Oh, brother!"

"No brother. Only wife and sister-in-law? What is sister-in-law mean, anyway?"

"You have words for that in Spanish. La cuñada, I think."

"Ooh?" Maria said.

"Si, Maria. You be Mattie's cuñada. Much better than only amante."

"I like cuñada much more better.

"Amante not good enough? I thought ...."

"If can't be esposa, I be cuñada. You still fuck Maria plenty, si?"

"I do my best."

Both women smiled, and I knew what that meant. Is it merely coincidence esposas, the plural of esposa (wife), sometimes translates as handcuffs?