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Life At Islands Estates Ch. 01

By: Tall_cool_one



Prologue

In The Beginning chronicled the weeks prior to graduation day, 1963. A lot has happened since, at Islands Estates. Some have moved away, some have moved here to stay for a while. There have been weddings, and of coarse, a divorce. We've had a birth and a death. We basked in the sun, frolicked in the rain and hunkered down during a hurricane.

I witnessed the growth of love between two people. Life goes on.

Dad's legacy remains strong, long after his departure. His foresight and careful planning have insured the financial stability of this family for generations to come.

The sexual appetites of everyone who came to be here never diminished, nor did the hunger and lust for carnal delights weaken.

Life At Islands Estates will continue the sordid adventures of 'Tall Cool One' Virgil Ellis and the activities that have taken place at the old stone house on the dunes.

The old stone house stands today as a monument to my family. It began its existence in 1921, as a token of my father's love for my mother. Built to withstand the strains of time and weather, the concrete and stone mansion, nearly twenty thousand square feet and more than 22 rooms, remains virtually unchanged on the outside. The gray river stone and clay tile roof, a testament to the thoughtful engineering and design by my grandfather and dad. Careful repairs have been made in a timely manner and no detail has been overlooked.

The house nestles unseen from State Road A-1-A, on the dunes back in the tall pines and faces the Intracoastal Waterway, twelve miles north of Flagler Beach, in Northeast Florida.

Inside, the whims and desires of the residents have changed the décor frequently, and completely with the exception of the huge formal dining room and the ornate front foyer, which still reflects the medieval mindset of my strange ancestors.

My father and mother married and moved into the house during its construction. Mother's long time childhood friend, lover, and confidante Louise, a startling beautiful black woman, joined them during her first pregnancy. They lived a ménage-a-trios until mothers death in 1952.

My full sister, Dianne, was born in 1922 and resides in New York City where she owns a thriving lingerie and sexually oriented clothing and marital aid wholesale and mail order business. Her sexual preferences are boundless and have yet to all been explored. Tall, blond, and buxom, she rules her roost with absolute determination and domination only to submit to the sexual whim of any one that wants to play.

Camille, my 1/2 sister, the daughter of my parents beautiful black lover Louise, has returned to live at Islands Estates. Born in 1955, she studied architectural design, and is licensed in both Georgia and Florida. Beauty and grace, elegance and charm, her destiny without limit, she has chosen to bear a child, mine.

Louise, sixty at the time of my graduation, though heavier than in her youth, has blossomed into a voluptuous mature woman. Her beauty has never faded and her appetite for sex remains strong. She is the matriarch of the mansion and shall remain so until she dies. Louise has been here since the beginning and has witnessed the turning of every page. She has no hang ups and is my rock to cling to.

Marie Stone, now forty, and my favorite teacher throughout high school, and my passion and desire, has divorced her belligerent, drunken husband, and come to live in the upstairs apartment formerly occupied by Dianne. Dark, of Italian descent, she is my sister's friend and lover from days gone by. Having seduced each other, Marie and I share a passion for music and raunchy sex. Now in collaboration in a band and song writing endeavor, we spend frequent, extended periods of time together.

Helen and Karen Blossom, mother 35, and daughter 18, live on the estate in a guesthouse next door. Karen, my best friend from childhood, and her mother and I, have experienced many hours of exciting carnal pleasure. Both prolific female ejaculators, they drench their respective sexual partners, and each other, in torrents of feminine fluid during the act of love.

Dennis, lead singer in our band, lives on the estate in an apartment over the boathouse and Gerald, grounds keeper and maintenance man, lives over the equipment building.

Me? Oh yeah, I'm Virgil Ellis, born in October of 1944. Having graduated in 1963 at the tender age of eighteen, I considered my self the luckiest person on the planet. I had been given the big old house and 600 acres on the river, worth around twenty million and assets in the neighborhood another thirty million plus other investments as yet unknown, by my father when he retired. My father had made similar donations to my sisters and set Louise up forever as well. I have an abundant talent as a guitarist, and seem to attract women without much effort. My sexual exploits, to date have been wide and varied, and some of them down right kinky. I love it.

Not many people know about the money, and not many people know about the house. I like it that way, because it makes life easier.

Life At Islands Estates begins in the summer of '63.

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The summer of '63 passed with the subtlety of a category five hurricane. Dad and Jan moved to his house on Key Biscayne, and Camille returned to Atlanta to execute the sale of her house and get things ready to move. Young Gail, as dad called her, went away to Vassar to study, and Karen Blossom made the journey to Gainesville to attend The University Of Florida.

Dianne convinced Lisa Holiday to fly her back to New York on the promise she'd get laid repeatedly while she was up there. I heard later that my sister is a woman of her word and treated Lisa to a fun filled week, of unmentionable sexual carnage. She told Dianne that she wants me to fuck her and Dianne should see if she could set it up. I told Dianne to have her call me and I'd be glad to jump her trashy bones. 

Roger Syvertson and I worked tirelessly to set up the video equipment and build a sound stage. Roger and Helen Blossom started dating and soon, he spent more nights at her house than his own. Seems that Helen really likes that monster meat cannon the little guy packs in his shorts and he likes the cum showers he gets when he eats her pussy. I was happy for them.

Denny, Marie, and I started to sift through the mountains of lyrics Marie had composed and after much consideration, settled on twelve sets of words we'd put to music. Marie had already conjured up basic melody lines and with much trial and error; we managed to put together a dozen arrangements that were very doable. We started working on two and three part harmonies to our new songs and it wasn't long until we felt we could start looking for a bassist and percussionist to complete the band.

We still had two bookings in Jacksonville to do for Denny's friends group, and we had a standing gig, on the fourth weekend of each month at The White Lion, in St Augustine. Terry and Al would still be on deck this month, but that was the last time before they left for school.

Dennis found the number for the bass player, Jeff, up in Neptune Beach. We decided to make the journey to check him out this Friday night. The three of us piled into my Nomad, guitars in back and the three of us in front, and headed for Neptune.

Marie had to sit with her skirt pulled up to her waist and her legs spread wide apart, so I could shift the gears. We had only driven a few miles when I glanced down and noticed the dark spot spreading across the crotch of her white lace panties. I chuckled and she punched me on the shoulder. Denny looked at me and down at her panties and blushed. How cute.

"Geez, Dennis, you've seen Marie's heart before," I said. "Why the red face?"

"Heart? What heart?" he stammered.

"Her pussy hair, Dummy. Remember? She shaved it into the shape of a heart." I reiterated.

"Oh man," he whined, "you're always picking on me."

"Dennis," Marie drooled into his ear, "sitting here with you two big hunky guys is making my pussy drip. Here, give me your hand."

She took Denny's hand and pulled the crotch of her panties aside and pulled his fingers right up into her splayed open cunt. Dennis groaned but pushed his fingers deep into her making her even hornier.

The seat was down in the back of the wagon so I pulled over on the side of the road and instructed them to get in the back and told Denny, "Fuck the bitch, Dennis, she's desperate for it."

They piled in the back and I pulled back on the road. With the tinted glass, no one can see inside the car. Marie had pulled her panties off while she was standing beside the car and she flipped them over the seat at me when she got in and said, "For your little collection." I hung them on the rear view mirror.

She pulled Denny's pants down to his knees and swallowed him whole. I watched in the mirror as she engulfed him with her mouth. Dennis was groaning, very loud. I love it when I see somebody enjoying himself. She bobbed up and down for a couple of minutes, then moved up and straddled his erect prick. She settled down on him and started fucking for all she was worth. He lasted about four minutes, and then he filled her cunt with his load. She humped him for a couple minutes longer and then she came.

"He really gets excited," I said.

Denny moaned his protest from the back and Marie and I both giggled. Marie scrambled back over the seat and left Dennis in the back. She unzipped my fly and pulled my half hard cock out of my pants and gave me a long slow blowjob all the way through St. Augustine. I blasted into her throat just as we crossed the Bridge Of Lions and turned north.

"I'm such a slut," she confessed. "I lived without nasty fuckin' for so long, now I just can't get enough."

She tucked me back in after I softened enough to bend, and sat facing me fingering her cunt. Dennis was still laying in the back recovering. "I love the guy, but he's really got to broaden his scope," I said to Marie.

"Well," she said, "we'll just have to bring him along with us more often, and see if we can't help him overcome his shyness." We chuckled again and I glanced in the mirror and saw the bird extended skyward from the back. What a guy.

We cruised northward through Jacksonville Beach and turned left on Atlantic Blvd. We found Brandy's on the second block. We arrived early so we watched as the group set up their stage. The bass player, Dennis had talked to on the phone, turned out to be a stitch. Dennis introduced himself and pointed us out and they talked for a few minutes before Jeff walked over and asked Marie, "Do you always go out without your panties?"

"Only when I have the intention of getting fucked," she answered. "Are you interested?"

"Absolutely," he gasped, "name the time and place.

"Women's room, first break," she said.

"I'll be there," he promised.

He looked at me and I nodded approval. We talked about music for a while and he introduced us to the other members of the band. I told him that we were looking for drums and bass. He asked if we would mind playing a few songs before they started their gig and I asked their keyboard player if he minded Marie using his setup. He agreed and she sat down on his stool and tested the keys without any volume. Denny retrieved our guitar cases from the Nomad and we tuned up. I explained some of our original music to him and he quickly ran a few bass lines and we nodded our acceptance of his suggestions. The drummer crawled behind his kit and I gave him a few instructions on the tempo we wanted and he gave us a downbeat to cue the beginning of the song. The rest of us started on the same note and Marie and Dennis started singing her song. Jeff and I soon followed with our harmonies.

Every head in the room turned toward the stage at the same time. Nobody talked and Marie and Denny absolutely tore the place up. We played through the whole song twice, I threw in a second guitar lead, Marie played a lead solo on keys and we did an extra turn around at the end and ended the song tight. The whole place went nuts. I hollered for the drummer to kick off Walk, Don't Run, an instrumental tune and we played it for several minutes and then Denny called for a Jimmy Buffet song. All the chairs in the place had been turned to face the stage and all chairs were taken. The pool game had stopped and the TV turned off. We jammed for almost an hour and finished with another of Marie's original tunes and stopped for a nature call. The whole place jumped up to talk to us.

The drummer was literally shaking when he got over to me and asked how soon we'd be needing him. Jeff was really pumping Dennis up and some of the regulars had Marie cornered over by the other end of the stage.  

I watched as Marie caught Jeff's eye and gestured toward the ladies room. Within minutes, they were gone. I was standing near the front of the stage when a short blond, rather chubby, girl walked up and handed me a beer. "Hi, Cowboy, remember me?" she asked.

I thought for about ten seconds and said, "Sure, Debbie, I remember. Mill Top, ladies room, blue panties, right?"

"You got it, Sailor. Good memory. I really enjoy the music y'all play. Irene, the barmaid, was right, you're great," she said.

"Thanks, Sugar, I'm glad you approve," I replied.

She leaned up and spoke softly into my ear, "Any chance on another trip to the ladies room? I really had fun the last time."

I chuckled and said, "Maybe not the ladies room, but how about somewhere else?"

"Let me think. I'll talk to you in a minute," she said and disappeared.

I looked up and saw Marie returning. I raised my eyebrows and said, "That was quick."

"He's excitable, just like Dennis. I barely started sucking him to get him hard and he was shooting down my throat. Besides, he's only about this long." She held her fingers up to show me.

"Thanks for sharing," I commented.

"I think I'll spend the night in your bed tonight and see if you're any more satisfying than those two." She nodded her head in the direction of Jeff and Dennis.

"You'll never guess who I just ran into," I said.

"Who?" she asked.

"The blond from the Mill Top." I answered. "She wants another round."

"I'll play, she tasted yummy the last time," Marie said, her excitement showing.

"Slut," I said, "all you think about is sex."

She shrugged and Jeff came and asked if we wanted to play another set. We all agreed and jumped up to get started. 

We played for well over an hour. The tiny dance floor stayed packed and we were applauded after almost every song. Dennis and Marie were natural together. Jeff, proved to be an excellent bassist, and Ronny, the drummer would do nicely.

It was close to ten o'clock when we excused ourselves and let the house band take over. We thanked everybody for the nice reception and made our way over to the bar. Little blond Debbie was waiting for us and gave Marie a big hug. They chatted for a few minutes while Dennis and I talked about our new members. Marie motioned for Denny and I to follow her outside. We collected our guitar cases and locked them into the car. Debbie had given Marie directions to someone's house, not far away, and wanted us to come over there.

We drove a few blocks and found the house, as she had directed, and walked up to the door. Debbie met us before we reached the door and ushered us inside. "My girlfriend said we could come here for a while," she said. "Marie told me it would be all right." Debbie was a bundle of nerves. Marie put her arms around her and soothed her. "Ever since the other day in St. Augustine," Debbie explained, "I just get so horny thinking about what we did. I've never cheated before, but it was so fucking hot I just can't help myself. It was my first time with a girl too."

Marie eased her down on the couch and Denny and I watched as she started to rob her big soft titties through her blouse. Her nipples hardened quickly. Marie unbuttoned the front and pulled her shirt off her shoulders. The white lacey bra was next and now we stood ogling her plump orbs. I kneeled in front of them and ran my hands up under Debbie's skirt and pushed her chubby thighs wide apart. I went down on her silken covered cunt with relish and savored her aroma as I licked her sodden crotch. Denny sat on the opposite from Marie and each of them took one of her nipples into their mouth. The blond girl was swooned with pleasure.

I pulled her panties down and off and dropped them next to Marie's purse. I returned to her center and pushed my tongue deep into her cunt. She popped off the second I hit her button. I heard Marie giggle and she reached for the zipper on Debbie's skirt. I pulled it off and stood and took my own pants off. Denny followed suit and I instructed him to lie back on the floor while Marie and I helped the girl to straddle his rigid cock. She sank firmly down on Dennis and they started to move right away. I moved over to Marie and she took me into her mouth and slathered me with her saliva. When I was good and wet, I positioned myself behind Debbie and slowly implanted my raging member in her ass hole. Debbie protested at first but soon relaxed. Dennis and I started fucking her vigorously in both orifices. She started to orgasm continuously.

Marie pulled her skirt up and squatted over Denny's face and he attacked her open pussy. She was holding my head with both hands and we kissed savagely. I felt Denny dump his load into Debbie's cunt and that tripped my trigger and I emptied my straining balls deep in her bowels. Marie sent a wash over Denny's face as she too reached her destination. We collapsed in a heap on the floor.

We untangled ourselves and Marie busied herself licking our excretions from Debbie's leaking pussy and sphincter, and Dennis' and my deflating cocks. Marie has no shame.

Marie doted over the blond girl. Debbie thanked Marie repeatedly for us coming and kissed each of us as we left to return to Islands Estates. I think we have corrupted another life. As I climbed behind the wheel and started the motor, Marie handed me the pair of cum stained yellow panties I had taken off Debbie. I whistled as I hung them on the mirror with hers. Dennis groaned.

I turned south on Third Street in Neptune Beach and drove on through Jacksonville Beach, Ponte Vedra Beach and down A-1-A. The road was deserted as we rounded the corner at Vilano Beach and crossed over to St Augustine. I stayed on the state road and crossed the Bridge Of Lions and continued south through St Augustine Beach, Crescent Beach and passed Marineland. I dropped back from fourth gear to second and pressed the foot-feed to the floor. The little green wagon leapt forward and as I shifted up into third, Marie grabbed my leg. I hit fourth at about ninety-five and the powerful Chevy motor growled for more. I let off and the twin glass pack mufflers rumbled their protest as the car lost its momentum. I settled back on the throttle when we returned to sixty-five and Marie loosened her grasp on my thigh.

I heard Dennis, over on the far side utter, "Holy fuckin' shit, Cool, this thing flies."

"Amen to that," said Marie.

"Kinda takes your breath away, Don't it?" I mentioned.

"Could get us all killed too," again Marie with the negative vibrations.

"All right," I declared, "enough for tonight, as I pulled into the driveway to the house, and shut off the ignition.

We climbed out and unloaded our guitars into the studio. Dennis gave Marie a peck on the cheek. She grabbed him back and stuck her tongue a yard down his throat and told him that he needed to work on his kissing skills a bit. I shook my head and we stood and watched as Dennis walked down to his apartment over the boathouse.

I looked over at Helen's house and didn't see either of Roger's vehicles parked over there. The light was still on in the kitchen and I saw Helen leaning against the sink, smoking. I nudged Marie and pointed at Helen. Marie walked over and tapped on the window. Helen whirled, apparently startled by the tapping, and looked out at Marie. She smiled and opened the door and Marie stepped in. I went back into the studio and peeled out of my shirt and opened a cold beer. I went in to pee and when I returned, Marie and Helen were just coming through the door.


Life At Islands Estates Ch. 01



"Hi Lover," Helen giggled, "how's my honey?"

"Right as rain, Sweetie," I answered. "You?"

"She suffers from an ancient female disease," Marie mentioned, "Lack-o'-fukin'."

"Where's Roger?" I asked.

Helen shrugged and said, "His daughters are in town, from school, and he's taken them to see their grandmother in Savannah, for the weekend."

"Oh," I muttered.

Marie rummaged in the refrigerator and found part of a bottle of wine and poured them each a glass and they settled on the sofa. "Want to see some tape from graduation night?" I asked.

They both nodded affirmatively and I went to my study and selected the tape we had made on that night with all of us in The War Room. I punched the cassette into the player and the screen came to life with dad cuffed to the cross buck and Louise sucking him off. It was clear that Roger had no experience with the camera as his shots were all mostly wide angle and very few close ups. The action had still been captured and it was evident when Louise had taken over with the camcorder because, suddenly we were viewing full screen images of cocks and cunts engaged in all manner of erotic activities.

We witnessed the flood of piss Dianne had endured and she and Marie fucking the double-ended dildo on the floor. Also, Chrissie over the horse in the middle of the room getting ass fucked by Gail with the strap-on and then Dennis filling her butt with his long skinny prick.

Roger could be seen slamming Helen with his 11" monster cock and both Helen and Karen drenching him with their female ejaculations. All in all it was a pretty graphic scenario.

As we watched the tape, Marie and Helen started to fondle each other and soon they were naked and locked in a thrashing sixty-nine. I stripped and took Marie from behind and felt Helen's tongue on me with every stroke. The women were grunting and slurping like pigs and each of them came with regularity. I splashed a load of scalding cum far up into Marie's cunt and when I pulled my dick out of her, she erupted on Helen's face, smearing my load into her sucking mouth with her cunt lips.

I'd had enough. I went to take a shower and get ready for bed. Helen and Marie were sitting at the bar, naked, when I reentered the room. "I'm hitting the hay," I announced. "Help yourself to the shower."

With that, I crawled into my bed and sank quickly into slumber land. What a night, it just stays weird all the time.

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It was Saturday, the sun was up, and it was a beautiful day. My expected cup of coffee had been placed on my nightstand, long before, and had cooled so that is was luke-warm. Perfect. I eased up on the side of the bed and sucked a mouthful of coffee down to encourage my body to respond. It did so with some extra effort. I ached from all the physical exertion from the evening before. I padded into the bathroom and looked to make sure I was alone. I took a leak and washed my face and brushed my teeth and headed upstairs. Louise was in the kitchen, cheerful as always.

"Hi Lulu," I said.

She shook her head and smiled. "Sit, breakfast is coming. What's your plan for the day?" she asked.

"I want to spend the day downstairs in the video room," I explained. Roger has a lot of the electrical work done but I have to get the walls finished in the booth before we can install the racks for the monitors and recorders. Four or five days should get me there, and I have nothing else planned until I'm done with that work."

"Great," she said. "I'm flying to Atlanta this afternoon and help Camille pack her dishes and clothes. The movers are coming Wednesday for her furniture and I told her I'd drive back with her."

"Sounds good to me," I said. "I'm really looking forward to having her around."

"You just wantin' more black pussy around to diddle," she cajoled, "I ain't takin' good enough care of ya?"

"More pussy is not what I need, you hussy, I need my sissy to help me with some design work downstairs and keep her mama company while I'm working so hard." I stated.

She howled, "Me thinks you bullshit too much. Either that or you hit your head on something."

I laughed as she heaped a plate and put it on the table in front of me.

I ate and went downstairs. Dennis was already there and had started to staple sound deadening insulation between the studs we had erected for our control room walls. I had carried some speakers in from the sound studio and had tapes of the band playing. We worked hard until mid-afternoon and took a lunch break. After a couple of sandwiches and a beer, we returned to our task and by evening, we had the wall coverings on and our room was taking shape.

Gerald wandered in and had a beer and volunteered to help tomorrow so we decided to call it a day. I walked down to the boathouse with Denny and we sat out on the dock and watched the river flow past. We agreed that we had scored well on our new players for our band and that Marie was great.

"You fuck her a lot, don't you?" ha asked.

"Now and then," I answered. "When she wants to. She's into raunchy shit, toilet rooms, cars, blowjobs while you're in traffic, stuff like that. Sometimes she scares me to death. Dianne says she was a real hell raiser when they were running together. I fucked her last night after we got home while she and Helen were eating each other out. She likes it the kinkier the better. Just like my sister Dianne. Now there's a freak for ya."

"I know what you mean," Denny said. "I watched everybody pissing on her at your party and she loved it. And the dildo bit with Helen, I mean its bizarre."

"How's it going with Chrissie?" I asked.

"She's getting possessive," he answered. "She gets tense if she thinks I'm doing anybody else. She'd freak if she found out about last night."

I laughed and told him his secret was safe with me. Gerald brought us out a fish sandwich. We enjoyed the time on the river together until long after dark. I promised we'd take the boat offshore and do some deepwater fishing real soon and they both brightened at the idea.

I headed for the house and had a nice shower and was sitting in my shorts when Marie walked down the stairs. "Hi, Cool. I just got back from taking Mama Louise to the airport up in Jacksonville. She's really looking forward to spending a few days with Camille."

"Thanks, Hon, I know she's happy with the idea of Camille coming home." I said. "How are you getting along upstairs?"

"Well, I'm going to do one room at a time. Paint, carpeting, and clean the woodwork. No remodeling though, I like the Spanish motif. It's just in need of freshening up," she explained.

"Works for me," I told her then asked, "You comfortable with the new guys?"

"I haven't fucked the drummer yet, but I'll get around to him soon," she said.

"You are really a cunt!" I said, "You know that?"

"Yes I am," she answered, "you have a problem with that?"

"Not one bit," I answered.

"Good," she said.

I pulled my stiffening cock out of my shorts and said, "So cunt, how about a blowjob?"

She stubbed her cigarette out in the ashtray and dropped to the floor in front of me and stuffed me into her hungry mouth. She wrapped her fingers around my shaft and gave me a good old suckin' off. It didn't take long and I dumped my balls in her throat. After she had finished, she sat back up on her stool and leaned forward for a kiss. When my lips touched hers, she pulled herself tight against me and shoved her tongue between my lips. I was caught completely be surprise when she spewed and big wad of my cum into my mouth with her tongue. I swallowed it before I realized what she had done. She sat back and roared, so fucking proud of torpedoing me with my own jizz.

"Yes, My Friend, I am a real cunt. And you love every minute of it," she giggled. "Don't you?"

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and said, "I wouldn't have it any other way, Cunt."



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Sunday dawned with rain hammering the big windows and lightening and thunder crashing. I like rainy days but, summer storms this close to the coast in Florida; can sometimes be severe. I rolled over and gazed at the clock and was surprised to see it was after 9:30. I usually wake up earlier but I must have been more tired than I thought last night.

After the morning routine I climbed up to the deserted kitchen and fixed myself coffee and waffles. Marie had not shown her face. With Louise in Atlanta, I was alone in the house. I decided it would be a good day to spend in the video room getting ready to erect the equipment mounting racks.

We made great progress yesterday and I took measurements for the glass panels, which would fit into the frames in the wall looking into the stage area. We had a long way to go before we would be ready to shoot a movie, but I felt good about the work. I finished painting the wallboard in the room and started to move the metal pieces closer to it, so we could assemble them inside. The day seemed to slip by unnoticed and when I took a break for a beer, it was already after five.

I was sitting at the bar when the phone rang and Louise came on the line. "Hi Brat," she yelled into the phone.

"Nice talk," I replied, "but I guess you know the truth."

I heard two people laughing and surmised that Camille was close at hand. "Hi, Cammy, you miss me?" I asked.

"Every minute. You taking good care of Marie?" she asked.

"You know it, Brown Sugar. But without my two favorite darkies, I'm a lost soul," I answered.

"You big bull shitter, you getting' so much trim it's almost against the principles of man," she wailed.

She had me there. I'd been overrun with opportunities lately. I'm not gonna complain, it would do no good; I was alone in the house.

"So when you coming home to bug me?" I asked.

"My furniture gets picked up Wednesday morning and we'll leave as soon as the movers are gone. So late Wednesday evening," she answered.

"I'll be here with bells on," I said.

"You had better be there with a big hard-on, White Boy, we're gonna be wantin' some leg when we get in. Understand?" she said.

"Perfectly," I answered, "loud and clear."

"Gotta go, Hon, see ya soon," she finished and we hung up.

I stood up and walked to the door and looked out at the river. The rain had persisted all day and it was still drizzling. I noticed Chrissie's car down at the boathouse and Denny's lights were on. As I turned, I nearly ran over Marie. She had come in unnoticed. "Hi," I said, "I'm always trying to run over you it seems."

"Long as you fuck me when you knock me down, it's okay," she explained. "What'cha doin' for dinner?"

"I was thinking about driving down to Kings and have a Shipwreck. Join me?" I asked.

"Give me a minute to powder my nose," she stated and disappeared.

I changed pants and found a shirt and was ready by the time she returned. I fired the big Chevy engine up, in the Nomad, and we drove south to Flagler Beach. Marie had doused herself with some very exotic perfume and I was heady with her scent. We pulled into Kings lot and had the place to ourselves. We ordered a Shipwreck pizza, and sat looking out the window at the Atlantic Ocean. The waves were about four feet high and breaking way out. I'll have to check in the morning and if it's like this I might bring my board down and surf for a while. Marie smoked a cigarette and we talked about our music and Camille. She was curious how I felt about her wanting my baby. I told here I really hadn't gotten over the initial shock, but I guess it was all right. I told her Camille and Louise would make great parents and she kicked me under the table.

Our pizza arrived and we ate in silence until Terry and Al came in and asked to beg off on the job at the White Lion, so they could get ready to leave for college. I told them it was all right and asked Marie to remind me we needed to contact Jeff and Ronny.

"That's a good deal," I said, "we need to start working with the new guys as soon as we can."

Marie was thoughtful and then asked, "How would you feel if I started to look for some bookings in Daytona or Orlando?"

I told her I thought that was fine and we needed to start playing some bigger arenas if we wanted exposure. She agreed and we finished our pizza and got up to leave. 

We drove back to the house and I couldn't believe we hadn't had a sexual encounter the whole time we had been out. "Not feeling well?" I asked as we entered the studio.

"Fucking period," she complained, "started this morning. I'm off line until Friday at least."

"Oh well," I said.

"I can still suck dick, though," she laughed. "C'mon upstairs later and let me buy you a drink for a change."

"Deal, give me a while, I want to work on a melody I've been chewing on for a couple of days and I'll be up," I said.

She nodded and was gone. I switched on the tape decks and picked up the new Jazzmaster guitar and started the song Marie and Dennis and I had been working on most recently. I listened through a headset for a few minutes, rewound to the beginning and muted the lead track and played a new track along with the vocal and rhythm tracks still audible. I rewound again and picked up my old bass and played a new bass track. After putting a new tape on deck two, I started deck one and mixed the new tracks with the original five tracks and left the first bass track out altogether. It sounded like a completely different song. I'd had this lead line buzzing in my head for days and it really added to our mix. Oh what joy, a plan comes together.

It was almost an hour before I climbed the stairs to Marie's apartment. I had not been in here since she moved in. I could see she had been busy settling in. She was evidently serious about fixing things up, because everything in the living room had been stacked in the middle of the room. She had been making small repairs in the plaster and touching up the woodwork. Her workmanship was very nice and I was glad to see it taking place. She came into the room, from the bedroom, wearing a slinky robe, and crossed over to me. She gave me a warm kiss and then walked into the kitchen. She mixed me a nice Johnny Walker Black over a couple of ice cubes and handed it to me. She even has my brand.

"Good choice, how'd you know I like Scotch?" I asked.

"Woman's intuition," she smiled.

I should have known. We walked back through the living room into one of the bedrooms, which she was using as a den. I settled into a chair and enjoyed my drink.

Marie sat across from me and said, "You must think I'm some kind of a rotten filthy slut, the way I've been acting around you."

"Hey, like I explained to Camille about Dianne," I said, "some people just have different ideas. You like it a little sleazy. Dianne has her thing, and Camille wants her brother to father her baby. Just think about mom and dad and Louise, and me and Louise and the girls. Who cares as long as nobody gets hurt?"

"I know I'm running crazy these days, like a pony that got out of the fence," she said. "If I do something to offend you, let me know, Okay?"

"Sure," I said, "I'll let you know. So, tell me about Jeff."

"He's a jack rabbit, just like Dennis. Two or three minutes, and they're shooting it off. He's probably better the second go round, but who has time when you're fuckin' in the toilet," she said.

"Denny thinks you're the most exotic creature in the world," I explained. "But he's such a nervous guy, he can't settle down around women. Gail and I had to drag him over and plug him into Chrissie the first time. Then, I fucked her in the ass with him on the bottom. Gail still talks about it. You should have seen his face when Gail slipped a rubber on his dick with her mouth, and then drank his cum out of it after he fucked Chrissie with it."

"Now that's kinky," Marie whispered. "That's the kind of stuff Dianne would do."

I chuckled and took a pull on my Scotch. All the talk about fucking was having its affect on me. I could feel my dick rolling into position in my pants and I noticed Marie watching it move.

"Getting horny, Chum?" she asked.

"What do you think?" I answered her question with a question.

Marie reached for my zipper and jerked it down and unsnapped the front. I wriggled out of my pants and stood there with my cock sticking straight out. She leaned forward and licked the head and circled it with her lips. She slowly sucked me down as far as she could and then released the suction. I rocked back and she sucked me in again. This time she let me pop out of her mouth.

I sat back down in the chair and took a sip of my drink. She stood and slipped her robe off and stood there naked. I saw the string from her tampon hanging out of her pussy and was glad that I was not female. She knelt and took me back into her mouth and spent a ling time savoring my hardness with her hot mouth. I was sitting with my head laid back on the soft chair and my eyes closed. I could barely feel her mouth on me. It's like I was suspended in her time space continuum, and she was consuming me slowly into her self. Damn, she can really suck cock.

Suddenly, she stopped and pulled me to my feet. "Lets go to bed, Cool, I want your cock in my butt," she announced.

She crawled up on her hands and knees on the bed and I mounted her easily from the back. I buried my stiffness deep into her and humped her with long even strokes. I reached around and handled first one hard tit and then the other. Our rhythm intensified until I was pounding into her ass with tremendous force. My cock slobbered in her bowels filling her to overflowing with semen. She thundered into orbit seconds later and we collapsed on the bed.

I woke up, a long time later, still spooning behind her with my soft prick still embedded in her tightly clamped hole. I rolled away and her sphincter made a sucking noise as I extracted myself. She moaned her protest but I decided it was time for a shower and some sleep. I finished me warm Scotch and picked up my clothes and walked naked back through the house.

I switched the lights on in my bathroom, and surveyed myself in the mirror. My abs seemed to be tighter and I could see that my biceps were starting to improve. The physical labor of the past weeks must be starting to take effect. I looked at my hanging cock and winced at the sight. I hung loosely down between my legs and I had a red lipstick smear close to my balls, brown stains from having just had anal sex and I was crusted with my own cum. Such is life around Marie. A shower was indeed in order.

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Monday and Tuesday were spent assembling the mounting racks for the television monitors and video recorders in the control room. Roger and Dennis pulled electrical cables into the room and installed plugs and power strips on the walls behind each rack. They also pulled reams of video cables out into the stage area for connections to the cameras. Cables were also pulled from the location of the dimmer panels and hung for the lighting, which was yet to be installed. The huge pile of wires and cables we had unloaded, had diminished significantly, in the past few days, but we still had a bunch to go.

I had discovered that there was a plumbing chase from the basement up into the bathroom in The War Room and we fished a camera cable up through this chase so we could put one of the dolly mounted cameras up there to record any activity I might wish to. All the rolling cameras would operate the recorders by remotes on the cameras so you didn't have to be in the control booth to start the recorders. You just had to be sure they were activated and on standby; then you could record at any time. Very complicated but once we started to install the different phases, it all became clear as to how they operated. This was going to be great sport in the future.

The control booth was quite large, 35' x 50'. The camera control panels and dimmer panels for the overhead stage lighting faced the stage area through four large windows. The recording and editing equipment was on the left and rear walls. The camera monitors were mounted just above the control panels under the window so you could look out over the monitors at the staging simply by raising your eyes. Roger had designed the booth using the same basic setup as the one in the TV station he had worked in previously. Everything was handy and close at hand.

The glass company called and informed us our glass window panels were ready and they would be there tomorrow to install them. Things were moving right along and I was pleased. Working in the basement was hot work and I came to the realization that a cooling system was required so I made some calls and had a man come and give us an estimate on installing ductwork and all the necessary equipment. He could start the following Monday so that was one more item taken care of.

We knocked off around four on Tuesday. Roger had business in St. Augustine and Denny wanted to hit a couple of music stores in Daytona, he was looking for strings and a new strap for his guitar.

I grabbed a couple of beers and a fish pole and walked down to the dock and thought I'd relax with the river for a while. We still had a few live shrimp in our live well next to the pier so I netted one out and cast out into the water and popped the top on a beer. I had no more than settled on the bench when the line went tight and I had a nice four-pound red bass on the line. Fish this size are fun to catch because they fight so hard. I dropped the fish in the catch bag and hung it in the water and threw another shrimp at the river. This time I sat on the end of the pier with my feet in the water. This end section of the dock was a floating section and it rose and fell with the tied.

I had just opened my second beer when I heard footsteps on the wooden pier behind me. I looked around and saw Denny's mother walking out on the dock. She walked up and sat on the bench just to my right and asked how the fishing was.

I showed her my fish and said, "One cast, one fish, so far. That'll feed me tonight."

She shaded her eyes with her hand and looked out over the river. The scenery is wonderful. The river makes a long gentle bend here, and is quite wide. A sandy beach stretches along the far shore with scrub palmetto hammock beyond the marsh. The birds are always present and humanity has kept a respectful distance. The river always moves with the tide, either in or out, but we are sheltered from strong winds and fast currents.

I turned and looked at the woman. Her light summer dress clung to her slightly overweight body. Her bosom is rather large. She had pulled her skirt up to stay cool, her shapely calves gave way to thicker thighs which junctured at a pair of dark blue panties. She was unaware that I was looking right up her skirt as she sat with her legs spread. Her face was soft and round, tanned from time spent outdoors. Mousy brown hair hung straight to her shoulders. No visible signs of makeup at this time. The direct sunlight was causing her to sweat.

"Seen my son," she asked.

"He drove to Daytona to pick up some strings for his guitar and I think he has a date with Chrissie," I answered.

"Oh, that redheaded tramp. He moved out of the house so he could screw her whenever he wants and me not know about it," she complained. "This is nice, though, it's very calm here."

"I like it," I said. "Would you care for a beer or something else?"

"Sure, a beer sounds good, it's hot out here. I'm just dripping," again the complaints.

I put my fish pole in the boathouse and pointed up toward the house. I followed undulating hips her up the incline to the patio and opened the door and ushered her into the studio. After washing my fishy hands I opened us each a beer and we sat facing each other on the sofas.

She rolled the cold beer bottle on her forehead to cool herself off. She took a long pull from the beer. "So, I take it you're not impressed with Chrissie?" I asked.

"She's a little slut," she began. "Dennis runs after her like a bitch in heat. Every time she calls, out the door he goes chasing her to God knows where."

"He's young, he'll get over it," I said.

She pulled on her beer and sat the empty on the table. As she leaned over, the top of her dress hung open displaying a generous amount of cleavage, held together by a dark blue bra. She sat this way for several seconds before leaning back. I thought to myself, 'Easy fella, this is Denny's mother.'

"Tell me about your music, Virgil, are you guys any good?" she asked.

"I'll play a tape for you if you'd like," I said and jumped up to start the playback deck.

I played the last tape Dennis and Marie and I had worked on with the new instrumentals I had tracked. The harmonies are particularly good on this piece; we call it, Walkin' On The Beach. She stood with her hands on her hips swaying with the beat and her eyes closed. A couple more of our original tunes played and then we had a couple of other songs recorded that played for her.

"Dennis and Marie sing very well together," I stated. "He's a pretty fair guitar picker too."

"The woman has a lovely voice, who is she?" she asked.

I told her she had been our English Composition teacher and she was duly impressed. I doubted she would feel the same if she had seen her son and Marie in the back of my car last Friday night, fucking like bunnies. I decided she had all the information she needed on Marie. I offered her another beer, which she accepted and we chatted for a little while longer.

"Mrs. Ryan," I began.

"Oh, Virgil, please call me Susan," she interrupted, "we've known each other too long to be so formal."

"Only if you promise to call me Cool," I said.

"Cool, I like that," she said, "I'm so hot. I don't know what my problem is. Seems I sweat for no reason, these days. Dennis used to help me when I got hot, but now he's living here and I don't have anyone to sponge my back for me.'

She looked me straight in the eye. I couldn't get a read on her intent, but I felt like something was coming I might not like, or maybe I would.

"Oh?" I asked.

"Yes, like in a cool shower," she whispered.

"Together?"

"Yes."

Here it comes; I had to ask, "Naked?"

"Yes." Her response was almost inaudible.

"What else do you do?" I asked.

"Oh, you know," she stumbled on the words. "We'd help each other."

"To?"

"You know."

"No, you tell me, Susan, this is your story, you tell it," I scolded.

"Well," she spoke slowly, "to get off. He'd rub me and make me feel good. And I would touch him, you know, to help him to get hard."

"What did you do when he got hard?" I asked.

"Sometimes he'd shoot his sperm on me," she confessed.

"Where?"

"On my tits."

"Where else?"

"Sometimes on my face after I put him in my mouth."

This was too much information. I was starting to feel the stirrings of a woody and didn't think it was a good idea. But what the hell, she started it.

"You sucked his dick?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Do you like that?" I was getting aroused.

"Yes."

"What else do you do?" I asked.

"I let him lick my pussy."

"Do you cum when he eats your pussy?"

"Oh God yes. I blast off when he does that." She was spilling her soul. "My husband refuses to do that and Dennis is so very good at it. I'm wet thinking about it."

"Have you ever fucked him?" I had to know.

She paused for almost a full minute before she whispered again, "It's so wrong, to lust after your own son. But I can't help myself. He makes me talk dirty to him and say things I'd never say. He makes me so wet between my legs, and he makes me orgasm so hard. Ben has never been able to make me do that. I miss him already."

"He didn't move to the moon, you know," I said.

"I know, but I need him," she sobbed.




Life At Islands Estates Ch. 02



I didn't need this, but here she was, another distraught female howling in my face. I moved over next to her and put my arm around her shoulder, to comfort her. She reached her arms around me and clung to me and sobbed into my chest.

"I'm such a whore," she sobbed, "a wicked, slut whore."

This was a bit much. I soothed her and she turned her face up to mine and wouldn't you just know it, next thing you know I got a tongue stuffed in my mouth and we were tangled up in a face lock. She writhed against me and pushed me back on the sofa. I love forceful women. But I was a little reluctant to be submissive to my best friends mother. I pushed her up and stood in front of her. She pulled the snap open on my cutoffs, and unzipped my fly and pushed them down to my ankles. In an instant she had consumed my entire length as far as she could take it. She gave really good head and soon, I was steel pipe hard. I scooped her up from under her arms, breaking her suction on my schwantz, and pointed her toward the bedroom. My knees were shot from crawling on the floor in the studio and I wanted the softness of the waterbed.

Her dress, bra and panties were gone by the time we reached the bed. She flopped down on her back and I buried my mouth in her hairy bush. She tasted wonderful. Her cunt had the sweetest flavor I had ever encountered. I ravaged here for a long, long time bringing her to two hard orgasms. It was obvious she had not been subjected to that kind of tonguing before, but let's face it, I love to grovel. And grovel I did. She lay, nearly spent, on the bed with her arms out to the sides. Her hair was splashed out on the pillow and her legs were spread eagled, way out.

My cock was leaking profusely now, so I slid up and impaled her. "WHOOOOOSH."

Her air escaped. I drew back and slipped home again. "WHOOOOOSH." 

Her hairy cunt fit around my rampaging cock like a second skin. I couldn't recall a tighter fit. Her cunt was as tight as Marie's ass hole. I fucked her slow and easy. It felt good. Evidently it felt good to her too because she started to tell me about it.

"Oh, Cool, you're so fucking big, you're tearing me apart. That's it, Cool, push it back in, it's so big," she breathed. "Juice me, Cool, fill me up."

I kept the pace slow, I wanted it to last. She humped back hard against me, thrusting up each time I shoved in. She was sweating now, a lot. Her body was bathed in perspiration. I was starting to feel her heat, like she was coming down with a fever. I slowed my repetitions even more, drawing out to the glans each time, and returning full length to the bottom. Susan's gasping told me she was at her highest peak and she lunged against me in a mammoth orgasm.

"OH SHIT, COOL, I'M CUMMING!!" she wailed. "JESUS, HELP ME!!"

I continued my slow steady motion and knew I was getting close.

"I'm gonna load you up, Sue," I gasped, and surged to the bottom and emptied my nuts at her wombs door. Not a drop leaked out. She had capacity. I rested on top of her for a couple of minutes and rolled off. Her tight, hairy, little box closed right up and she never leaked a drop. Strange, usually they ooze all over. I'll have to ask Louise about that.

Susan lay with her legs spread and an arm bent across her forehead, covering her eyes. I leaned toward her and kissed her softly on the lips. She parted them slightly but was still quite still.

"Dennis can never know about this day," she begged. "Promise me that."

"On one condition," I said.

"Being?" she asked.

"We do this again." I said, matter of factly.

"I don't know if I can," she whispered. She moved her arm and looked at me.

"Yes you can, and you will. And you'll fuck Dennis again, many times and it might even happen that you'll invite us both to your bed at the same time." I told her.

"Never," she breathed.

"Don't ever rule out anything that you might want," I said. "You'll live to regret it some day. Now, lets have a nice soak in the Jacuzzi, and get you on your way home."

We soaked for a while; bathed each other, and I sent her on her way. I wondered how much crazier things could get before they returned to normalcy. 



Life At Islands Estates Ch. 03



The sun was peeking in under the drapes and I could hear the mower making it's way around the yard. I peered at the clock and marveled at the dedication of some people. Barely seven in the morning and Gerald was busy on the lawns. I needed time to adjust my brains each day or I couldn't function. I also missed having Louise around to baby me. Preparing food for my own consumption is not my strong suit. Therefore, I go a long time between meals when I'm not reminded that it's time to eat. Right now, I'm hungry as a bear.

I dressed in cutoffs and plodded up the steps to the kitchen to plunder for food. Much to my surprise, Marie was shuffling around the kitchen, nearly naked, and had a yummy feast ready to put on the table. "Trying to get on steady, Sweet Pea?" I asked. She flipped me the bird and pointed to a chair at the table and handed me a huge plate of food.

"Eat, Junior, you'll need your strength tonight when Camille and Louise get here," she commanded.

"So young, yet so pushy," I complained.

"I'm old enough to be your mother," she scolded.

"Ah, but you love us young guys when we're loading your little pussy full of meat," I said.

"Truer words have never been spoken, Lover," she admitted.

"So, when did you become so domestic?" I asked.

"Just paying some rent," she answered.

"You're doing a fine job, keep it up," I said.

We both laughed on that and she fixed herself a plate and joined me at the table. We sat looking out at the river and I noticed Susan Ryan's car parked down by the boathouse next to Dennis'. I wondered if they were in bed together.

I related to Marie, briefly, my encounter with Denny's mother the previous day. She was not in the least bit surprised at what I said.

"I taught school for nineteen years," she began, "and never had an affair with a student. Not that I didn't notice all the stares and comments around the classroom. I even wondered about how it would be with a few of the jocks I had in my classes. But until I got you, and watched you peek up my skirt, and I read your papers, did I ever get the butterflies."

"Oh," I said.

"There's just something about the way you look at a woman, or smile at her, or something else I don't know what, that makes her juices flow," she continued. "Maybe it's the music. You're lost in it when you play, not even knowing where it comes from, just letting it drool off your fingers through your guitar. It's like audio perfume drifting across the room and pulling her in."

"I think you might be floating away from reality just a tetch here, Darlin'. I'm just what you see and no more," I said.

"No, Cool, I've had a real dose of reality since you kissed me that first time. It brought me back from the bottom of the well. Life around this place is exciting. And life around you is also exciting. You've got a lot of your father and sister in you. But when you're stuffin' that sweet pecker in my pussy, I do rise to the next dimension. And I just imagine you took poor Dennis' mother to the next plateau yesterday." She concluded.

If I keep listening to the women in my life telling me what a great guy I am, I'm certainly going to get a complex. I keep attracting lonely, or even abused, females that have had rotten relationships with their men, and we end up doing the wild thing. Suddenly I'm some kind of a hero. I guess Dianne and Camille have the right idea, just go for it. Live it all the way and enjoy.

"Marie, I love you to death. You're got a red hot pussy and I crave it," I started. "But understand something here, I'm not IN LOVE with you or anybody else. I'm having a wonderful time with all of you beautiful sweet sexy women. I think I'm probably the luckiest person alive. But I still worry about hurting somebody's feelings."

"Just be yourself, Big Guy, and you'll be fine," she added. "Besides, we're having too much fun to let falling in love with somebody screw it up."

"I wonder if Denny's enjoying himself?" I asked out loud.

"Why?" she asked back.

"He's been doing the nasty with Susan," I said. "And she's horny since he moved in over the boathouse. She came here looking for him yesterday and that's how we ended up in the sack."

"No shit," she breathed, "Who would have figured Denny'd be humping his mother?"

"Hey, her pussy is as tight as Dick's hat band. I mean really tight, like ass hole tight," I explained.

"I want to eat her," Marie smiled and licked her lips.

"You are really a slut. You know that?" I asked.

"We've had this conversation before, and nothing has changed. Fucking is fucking and sucking is sucking, and I like to do both. Do you have a problem with that?" She was defensive but her point was well taken.

"Of coarse not," I answered.

I picked her up, out of her chair and sat her down on the center island in the kitchen. I stripped her panties off and was greeted by the little white string from her tampon. She groaned and made her excuses about her period and pushed me back. She stood up and turned me around against the island and dropped to her knees. I held her by her ears and guided her face to my stiff cock and watched it disappear into her throat. She sucked me ravenously and soon had me on the verge of a great explosion. Suddenly she stopped and I opened my eyes and looked down into her devilish dark eyes. Her tongue darted out and flicked a drop of liquid off my prick.

"See," she whispered, "you are my hero. Now watch me jack you off on my face."

She started for stroke me slowly. Her intensity increased and it wasn't long before I felt the object of her affection start its journey from my nuts to her cheeks. I splattered her profusely with long stringy ribbons of milky white goo. Her mouth engulfed me again and she sucked the last possible remaining drop from my cock. I wished I'd had the camcorder to record us. It was an epic performance by Marie.

She fingered my cum from her face and licked it off her fingers. Still on her knees before me, she sucked my softening cock back into her mouth. I heard footsteps come down the hallway and into the room. Susan Ryan stood in the doorway, with Dennis right behind her. 

"Oh!" she squeaked.

"Shiiiiiit," Dennis wheezed.

Marie let my pecker pop from her lips, and turned her head. I heard her gasp and say, "Sorry, I was just having an after breakfast treat. We didn't know we were having company."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Susan stammered, "I had no idea. Please, excuse us."

Marie jumped up, still without her panties and reached for the other woman's arm. "Here, Honey, let me help you to a chair. Dennis, pour you mother a cup of coffee like a good boy."

Denny found a cup, and I hunted for my cutoffs, to no avail. My dick was still hanging at half-mast. I was a little embarrassed, but Susan never took her eyes off me.

"So Dennis," I asked, "what brings you two out so early in the morning?"

"Ma just came by to see me and she wanted to say hi," he explained. "I guess I should have knocked."

"Ya, she came by yesterday, but she missed you," I said. "We had a couple of beers and we talked for a while. I got to know her much better than I had before."

"She told me you had a nice visit," he said.

"Lets cut to the chase, Denny, did she tell you what else we did?" I asked.

"What?" he asked.

Susan stood to her full 5'-4" height, smoothed her skirt, and stated with proud conviction, "Virgil and I had a sexual experience yesterday, Dennis. You seemed to have abandoned me and I was looking for you. Your friend and I got to talking and we just let it all hang out."

Dennis was dying. "You told him about us?" he screamed.

"Yes I did. And do you know what he told me? He told me to keep doing it with you. Just like we just did down there in your apartment a few minutes ago. I need you Dennis, and I love you because you're my son. And I'm so ashamed of myself I could just die." She broke down and started to wail.

Marie to the rescue, gathered her up in her arms and ushered her into the bathroom to sooth her and settle her down. I could see that Dennis was very near molecular meltdown so I got him a beer from the fridge, and we went out on the balcony. I guess 8:30 in the morning isn't too early for a medicinal beer now and then.

"What am I going to do now?" he asked.

"About what?" I responded.

"Her," he said.

"You don't think you're over-reacting do you?" I asked.

"You fucked her," he said.

"Yes I did. She has an incredibly tight pussy, and we enjoyed it. You should have said something before," I said. "I told her the three of us should get together sometime and we'll both fuck her. She likes the idea, ask her."

Denny groaned and chugged the beer. The two women had returned from the bathroom and the waterworks had stopped. Susan had her color back and Marie had a shit-eating grin on her face.

"You boys go ahead on down to the video room and try to get something done, we're going upstairs and see what we can do to freshen up Susan's sweet face," Marie said and with that, the women were gone.

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Denny and I found Roger already at work and we delved into our task at hand. We worked 'til after four o'clock, and Roger announced that it was time to turn the power on to the control booth. With much fanfare, he ceremoniously flipped the circuit breaker sending power to the main power strips. Little red pilot lamps on the main control panel lit up, all long the wall where each separate piece of equipment plugged in. Roger went about checking polarity on the plugs and started to plug in the different devices. By six o'clock, the entire row of monitors was illuminated with each screen showing a test pattern. We would not have video until the cameras were connected, but things were taking shape. We planned to connect the tape recorders and start with the cameras tomorrow.

Roger left for Helen's and Denny and I decided to have a beer. We had just settled at the bar in the kitchenette in the practice studio when the phone rang.

I answered and Marie was on the line. "Send Dennis home to shower and change and have him come back up to the den in an hour," she instructed.

I did as I was told and when Dennis had gone, I called up to Marie and asked her what was going on.

"Clean up and bring a camcorder up to the den and I'll explain," she said.

I copped a quick shower and went up to the den. Marie met me at the door, and pushed me back into the hall. "This is all for Dennis and his mother, we'll stay out of it tonight, but she wants the two of us to play with her sometime soon. I sucked her tight hot cunt this afternoon and she's on fire. I think you'll be surprised when you see her."

I stepped into the room and was stunned to see the transformation of Denny's mother into a sexy vamp. Marie had done her hair up in a high swirling twist and applied sensational makeup. Her ears were adorned with long sparkling earrings and she was wearing silvery stockings and garters and crotch-less panties. Her braless tits stood proudly under a short gauzy, long sleeved robe with puffy feathers around the neck, wrists and bottom. She looked hot.

"Geez, Marie, you're telling me I don't get to fuck her tonight?" I gasped.

"Right, Chum, tonight you run the camera. We're going show Dennis how to fuck this hot sexy bitch, like she likes it," she said.

"Y'all are so bad," Susan said. "I don't believe I'm doing this."

"Relax and enjoy, Susan," I soothed, "it only gets better."

I heard Dennis coming and I switched the camera on just as he strolled into the den. The look in his face was priceless when he saw Susan lounging on the sofa in the lingerie Marie had dressed her in. I had him dead center in the viewfinder with his mouth hanging wide open when Susan drooled, "C'mere, Sonny Boy, come to mama."

He stood motionless in the middle of the room soaking up the erotic presence, of his forty something year old mother, clothed in exotic intimate apparel, reclining on the sofa and waiting to fuck his brains out.

"But Mom," he stammered for words, "what are you doing?"

"I'm waiting for my son to come sit next to me," she answered.

He shuffled over to the sofa. Susan reached her hand out to him and pulled him down to the sofa. She leaned up and covered his lips in a passionate kiss. The camera caught the movement between their lips as her tongue invaded his mouth. We listened as Dennis let out a deep throaty growl and eagerly returned her searching kiss.

His hands disappeared into her open negligee, cupping her supple breasts. His fingers squeezed her flesh and coaxed her nipples to proud erect prominence. Her hands roamed over his back and found their way up under his shirt, which she quickly pulled up over his head. Her searching fingers soon had his fly open and he stood so he could remove his khakis. Her lips closed over his freed penis and her greedy mouth sucked his long slender prick way in. Dennis was on another planet, oblivious of Marie and I. We watched the two incestuous lovers as they wantonly devoured each other. Dennis shifted around into a sixty-nine with Susan on the bottom. The camera recorded his fingers spreading her split-crotch panties open and his lizard like tongue wrestle its way into her hairy little cunt. She bucked up against his face when he contacted her clit. We heard her gasp, around Dennis' stiff cock, as a quick orgasm hit her.

They stayed coupled together, orally stimulating one another, 'til Dennis emptied his bloated nuts into her sucking throat. She clamped her legs around his head as her climax overtook her and Dennis had to struggle to break her grip for fear of suffocating. Susan's face was drenched with his discharge. Cum ran from her mouth down around her neck and chest. Denny's face was smeared with secretions from his mother's drooling cunt.

Denny crawled off her and turned her over on her stomach on the sofa. Kneeling on the floor, he pushed his still rigid prick into her soaking wet hole. Her pussy made wet squishing noises as he pumped her from behind. Susan's body shuddered each time Denny's balls slapped her on the clit. She lay with her face turned to the side, slack mouthed as cum seeped from her lips onto the sofa. He must have deposited a monumental load in her for so much to be spilling out.

Marie knelt beside Dennis and started to whisper in his ear telling him his mother's filthiest dream was for him to fuck her virgin ass. He shook his head but Marie kept telling him Susan had told her it was all she could think about. Marie took his hand and guided his fingers to her upturned ass and pulled the panties apart exposing her rosebud to him. She sucked his finger and slobbered it with saliva and helped him start into Susan's darkest spot. He entered slowly and Susan gasped at his intrusion but begged him not to stop. He reamed her gently with one finger and then two. Soon he had her very relaxed so he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his shining cock. Her breath was labored as he impaled himself into her puckered hole. I recorded the lewd excursion his cock made into her bowels and his slow withdrawal leaving just his purple helmet sheathed.

Again and again he invaded her depths and withdrew to the tip. Susan was euphoric. Her eyes were rolled back and her mouth remained partly open. Her breath ragged, she hissed with each inward thrust. He fucked her ass hole for many minutes, giving her no chance to recover. A look of grim determination spread across his face as his motion increased until he virtually pounded into her upturned cheeks. His journey ended as his violent eruption thundered into her clenching sphincter, filling her to bursting.

Denny held on for dear life but weak kneed, he sank backwards to the floor, his prick slurping out of her gaping hole followed by a great rush of his spent fluids. The dark goo oozed out of her. It seeped through the split in her panties and ran down her legs and stained her hose and the crotch of her panties as the bands came back to cover her center. Denny was lying on his back on the floor. Marie brought a washcloth and gently cleaned his softening prick. She quickly sucked him into her mouth, but released him just as quickly.

"I just had to do that," she whispered.

"Slut," I said. She flipped me the bird.

Susan moaned on the sofa. Marie helped her into the bathroom to freshen up and I grabbed us a couple of beers and handed one to Denny.

"Nice show, Big Guy," I said.

"I don't believe I'm doing this shit," he moaned. He drank deeply from his beer.

"Believe it, Sport," I told him. "And it ain't going to be no different from now on. She's gotten a taste of the real McCoy, and I don't think she'll want you to stop any time soon. Enjoy."

When the women returned from the powder room, I panned Susan with the camera again taking in the state of her now disheveled hair and smeared make up. I also concentrated on the dark stained panties and her stocking tops. Denny had done a number on his dear mother and it showed. Her eyes were still slightly glazed but she was breathing normal. She walked over to me and reached for my beer and took a long pull. She winked at me and smiled. Marie had fired a cigarette and Susan asked her for a smoke and leaned in to accept a light. She dragged deeply on the cigarette and exhaled toward the ceiling. Slowly she eased up on a bar stool and looked at each of us.

"Dennis, I thank you for this afternoon. I know I've acted much to possessively toward you and I'll try to do better," she said. "I just thought you were trying to escape from me and now I can let you go on your own and I know that you will still want me sometimes. I want to thank your friends for helping me to see that."

"No thanks necessary," I said. "I enjoyed being with you yesterday and maybe we can do it again."

"Oh I hope so," she breathed. "I want your big fat cock in me whenever you want to."

"Mother," Dennis wailed, "don't be such a slut."

She looked at Dennis and smiled, "Dennis, I'm your mother and if I want to act like a slut, then that's just exactly how I'm going to act, and neither you nor your father has anything to say about it. Understood?"

"Yes ma'm," he said.

"Susan," I said.

"Yes Virgil?" she asked.

"Can I have those panties when you take them off?"



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Susan stripped the soiled panties down her legs and handed them to me. I held them to my face and told her I'd cherish them always. Naturally, Dennis called me a pervert and told me what a sick person I was. So, I'm a panty freak, sue me.

She kissed me briefly and cupped my dick through my khaki's and thanked me again for a wonderful afternoon. She hugged Marie and took Dennis by the hand. Still clad in the stained silver stockings and garter belt, and puffy negligee, she walked him back down to the boathouse.

Dennis' life may have changed forever. His incestuous relationship with his mother was now out in the open. His sainted mother had officially been sexually liberated. Her announcement to us that she would behave any way she felt like, any time she wanted to, gave Denny the green light to stretch his wings without any further resistance from her, provided he slips her the weenie now and then to keep her satisfied. I fervently hoped that he wouldn't become too depressed over her impending transformation into a fuck-slut.

Marie had also turned her on to the bi-sexual side of herself with just a few strokes of her hot tongue. Susan had made it clear that she was interested in further episodes, involving Marie and her wanton mouth. Me too, I found Susan to be a very tasty dish.

My dick had been hard for a long time and my balls ached to be emptied. I hoped that Camille and Louise wouldn't be too late coming home, I needed to get fucked and they were on my list for tonight. It was only eight o'clock so I didn't expect them for a while.

"Sorry," Marie said.

"For what?" I asked, pouring a liberal splash of Scotch over some ice.

"You've gotta have blue balls after that scene," she remarked.

"Well, Sweetie," I said, "I plan on taking care of that as soon as Camille and Louise get here. I promised to behave so I can give them the full meal deal tonight, and being a man of my word, I'm celibate until then."

"What a guy," she said.

"You think Denny's gonna be all right after today?" I asked.

"You kidding? He's not going to be the same shy dude we all know and love anymore." She explained. "And, I'll bet we see a hell of a change in his music. He's gonna be just like a peacock from now on, spreading his feathers and showing off for all the chickies in the crowd. I also bet he dumps Chrissie. She's been trying to handcuff herself to him and I know he's gonna want to play the field more than ever before."

"You're right, and he's gonna want to give your sweet little tail a new ride now too,"

I said. "Only the next time, it'll be a treat for you. He's about to change his style. You watch."

She giggled and went to the bar for a drink and sat next to me on at the bar. "You don't think I'll be getting in Camille's way, with you do you?" she asked.

"I don't think so, she wants a kid, not a husband. She knows I'm spread pretty thin and I don't expect her to play the jealousy game on me. We love each other because we're related by blood, not romantically," I answered.

"Good, I'd hate to have to leave this place because of that," she worried.

"I was planning to have a talk with her right away anyhow. I don't want her to get attached and hurt. Besides, Louise has already probably clued her in because she likes the sausage herself and wouldn't want that to change. Camille's cool," I said.

We sat and sipped our drinks for a while and Marie decided to go upstairs and call it a night. I opted for a shower and clean pants; these were slightly sticky in the crotch.

I picked up the panties from Susan and headed downstairs. I opened the drawer in my desk, where I stored my collection of contraband panties, and was curious to see that they had all been folded neatly and stacked into two piles. On top of the front pile was a bright red thong with a large white stain in the crotch, and skid marks where the thong crossed the ass hole. At first I couldn't remember where I had acquired them and then it came to me. Louise had worn them on the first night she had shown me The War Room. Having found my stash, she must have made them a gift.

I thumbed through the piles and tried to remember where each pair had come from and if I'd ever see some of those women again. I thought about the barmaid from the Mill Top, and supposed we'd meet again at the White Lion weekend after next. I couldn't think of her name but decided I'd find out when I saw her. Who knows? I might just have to give her a try. I love older women. I folded Susan's nasty contribution and placed them on top of Louise's red thong, and closed the drawer.

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After a warm shower and a ham and cheese on rye, I settled in front of the television with this afternoon's video and watched as Dennis and Susan devoured each other on the screen. I was getting pretty handy with the camera and realized that the dolly-mounted cameras were going to take lots of the movement out of the videos. As the movie played, I noticed Marie's presence in the background. She stayed completely out of the action but her hands appeared to be inside her blouse rubbing her tits, and in her pants frigging her pussy. She still had her period, but she was obviously diddling herself. I had captured her face once in the throws of orgasm, her head tossed back and her mouth open. I wished I had noticed at the time so I could have closed in on her hand between her legs.

I was just about to drift off when I heard the door open. I stood up and Camille bounded across the room and landed in my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist so I was standing while holding her. She rubbed her hot tits against me.

"Welcome home, Brown Sugar," I cried.

"Thank you, Cool, I'm so excited to be moving back," she bubbled. "Mama's in heaven."

"You're both going to heaven, later," I promised.

She covered my mouth with hers and we played tongue tag. She was hot and alive in my arms.

"Save some of that for me, White Bread," Louise hollered, as she crossed the room to us. "Turn him loose, Bitch, so his big black mama can suck his face." Louise engulfed me and cradled me between her mammoth breasts, and smothered me with wet kisses.

Camille giggled and Louise grabbed me by both butt cheeks, and pulled me tight against her. "We've been missing you, Tall," she said. "We got some lost time to make up for."

"I've been saving myself all day just for you two," I said. "And what a day it's been."

"You can tell us about it all later," Camille commanded. "Help us with the car and we'll catch up with the news." 

We unloaded Camille's car into the vacant housekeepers apartment, pending her sorting it out and putting her things away. We carried her clothes and personal items to the bedroom suite across the hall from Louise. Camille had traveled light, the movers would be bringing the rest of her things within a few days, and Louise had everything else known to human kind available in the house. We settled in the kitchen to unwind while Louise fixed us a snack.

I related to them the events of the past few days and briefly our encounter with Dennis' mother. They were both amazed when I told them of the tightness of her pussy. Louise howled with laughter and told me I had a pussy fixation. I grumbled and Camille patted my arm and clucked her tongue.

"I can get along without the verbal abuse," I said, although, I had really missed Louise the past days.

"Oh you poor dear abused child," Louise chimed in, "such a pathetic person, we'll just have to show you how terrible we feel about leaving you here to fend off those pesky female predators all by yourself."

"Now you're talking my language," I agreed.

"You go downstairs and get your pretty little butt ready for bed, and we'll come along after we get the road dirt washed off," Louise said. I gave Camille a peck on the cheek and wandered back downstairs.

I shaved quickly and splashed a dab of aftershave on my face and turned the lights and waterfall pump on in the fishpond. I slid between the cool satin sheets naked in anticipation of the arrival of Louise and Camille. I didn't have to wait long before the two sultry black vixens sauntered into the room, wearing gossamer white dusters, and pumps. White on black is a beautiful sight to behold.

They crawled into bed on either side of me and snuggled up close. I felt many fingers start to move over my nakedness and the touch of their lips on each nipple. I reached for tit flesh and cupped one in each hand. Camille found my swelling pecker first and closed her tiny hand around its girth and began to pump it gently. She quickly covered my helmet with her hot mouth and slowly stroked me in. Louise adjusted herself to present her leaking cunt to my face. I delved in and thrashed her with my tongue, flicking over her extended clit frequently.

Camille made soft slurping noises as she sucked voraciously on the head of my now weeping cock-head. Louise was whimpering loudly with each lap against her clit and very shortly thereafter, she lurched into a strong orgasm, drenching my face with her secretions.

Louise rolled off my face and lay next to me. "I love you, Tall Cool," she whispered in my ear. "You eat this old black cunt so fine. Now you fuck my baby girl. Fill her with your hot cock juice and give her that baby she wants."

I turned and kissed her. She licked my lips and cheeks savoring her spent juices that remained on my face.

Reaching down, I collected Camille under the arms and pulled her up next to me and rolled her onto her back I maneuvered myself between her knees and swathed her clean-shaven slit with my mouth. She arched her back at as I pushed my face into her womanhood.

"Fuck me, Cool," she begged, "bury it in me."

I eased up and felt Louise's hand guide me into Camille's waiting opening. Liquid heat surrounded me as I slid into her. She took it all the way with out hesitation, grunting when I pushed myself firmly into her uterus. I could feel her clasping me with her inner muscles. I humped slowly, staying mostly all the way in. As I increased the intensity of motion, Camille bucked harder with each downward thrust making the end of each stroke a collision of our bodies.

My eruption started its journey from my balls to her womb, but took its time getting there. The sensations it caused in my loins were exquisite, manifesting itself into a superb crescendo. Spewing into Camille's innermost reaches with a tremendous surge, it searched for every crevasse to wash with its life giving flow. Over and over, I felt myself launch each successive jolt of sperm deep into her. Until there was none left give. Then silence, only the sound of the water over the stones by the fishpond on the other side of the room.

I rolled off Camille and she cuddled close to me, not speaking. Louise rose and gathered her caftan around her shoulders, smiled and blew me a kiss. "Sleep well, my children," she whispered and left the room. Camille stirred and moved closer to my side, trying to become part of me. I lay there thinking for more than an hour, wondering how things would play out. Camille would surely become pregnant with my kid. Things had become very complicated lately. I pulled the covers up around us and sleep became my mistress until dawn.

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The next two days were spent helping to settle Camille. Plans were made to convert the old housekeepers apartment into a suite where Camille could have a drafting room and an office to establish herself in her chosen profession as an architect, plus a room so the baby would be close, while she worked.

Roger and Dennis worked in the video room, tirelessly, making fantastic progress. I moved two of the big dolly-mount cameras up to The War Room and assembled them. I also moved one into the sound studio to record the band. I connected the long cables to each camera and as soon as Roger had the power to the control console, they would be ready to test.

Marie was busy painting the Spanish plaster in her apartment and I got the brilliant idea to ask Gerald to give her a hand. Turns out that he's an excellent painter and they had all the walls done in no time. It was Friday afternoon and I decided to go up and check on their progress.

The door was standing open and Gerald was standing in the living room admiring their handiwork. I strolled in and was pleasantly surprised at the difference the soft eggshell colored paint had made in the room. The dark color of the heavy cypress beams and woodwork stood in stark contrast to the walls, much better than the dirty white that had been there. I noticed that the carpeting was worn throughout, and asked Marie if she wanted me to make arrangements to have it replaced.

"I didn't want to ask for too much," she said, "but I'd be tickled to death if you wanted to do that."

"What color would look nice?" I asked. "Why don't the two of us drive down to Daytona and look in the carpet stores and see what they have?" she asked.

"It's still early, lets do it today," I said.

Gerald told us he'd finish with the cleanup from the painting. Then he had to run to pick up his date. We thanked him for his help and Marie promised to do a better job of thanking him later if he'd help us move the furniture around for the carpet layers. He agreed and we left for Daytona.

I was driving south on A-1-A toward Daytona. I asked Marie, "How about I take you to dinner after we buy the carpeting?"

"I'd love to. I know a place on the beach in Ormond that's really nice," she answered.

"So how you and Gerald getting along?" I asked.

"He's really a great guy, he painted those four rooms in no time. The kitchen will be last, but that's not such a big job. Besides, I want to get the rest of the place livable before I do the kitchen. I've been displaced ever since I moved in. I just love that old leather furniture up there, and the bed is awesome with those huge gnarled wooden posts," she said.

The place had been furnished like an Old Spanish Hacienda, with leather overstuffed furniture, hammered iron and massive wood tables and bedstead, and heavy iron lighting fixtures and trim. I gave Dianne a grade A, for her taste in decorating. The kitchen had lots of brickwork, just like the big kitchen downstairs, but had modern appliances for convenience.

I was dying to know if she had fucked him yet, but was reluctant to pry. She'd been alone up there with him for two days, and I didn't think she had the strength to resist.

"Did you and Camille have fun?" she asked.

"Oh yes, we had fun. She's on a quest to get knocked up," I answered. "Louise left us alone last night. It's been a pretty intense couple of nights. I'm not used to the same woman night after night."

"Poor baby," she giggled, "too much if a good thing got you down?"

"Ah, Marie," I complained. "You know what I mean. Besides, haven't you and Gerald been splitting the sheets up there?"

"Not yet," she stated. "But give me a chance. I've been brazen as hell around him and he hasn't taken the bait. I think he's going steady with some girl and wants to be true to her. I'll give him an eyeful of bare tit or pussy real soon and that oughta start his juices flowing. I need strange dick same as you need strange cunt." "Slut," I said.

"Again with the compliments," she giggled.

We stopped at a phone booth on the outskirts of Ormond Beach and got the addresses of carpet stores. We found one close by, over on U.S 1. I took S.R. 40 across to the main highway and turned right and found the carpet outlet right where the phonebook said it would be.

We went inside and browsed for a while before a smartly dressed older woman crossed the room and asked if she could be of help.

"Carol?" Marie asked the woman, "Carol Kline?"

"Is that you Marie Stone?" she asked in return.

"Sure, I didn't know you sold carpeting too," Marie said.

"My husband owns this store so I work for him whenever he needs help selling," she explained.

I recognized Mrs. Kline as the teacher from school that had been so impressed with our music. She was neatly dressed in a tight fitting, short blue skirt and jacket, over a pale blue satin blouse. She also wore seamed caramel colored hose and very high-heeled shoes. She was surely in her middle fifties, but her makeup had been carefully applied and her blue-gray hair recently styled. Although she was slightly overweight, she was a very handsome woman.

"So nice to see you Mr. Ellis," she greeted me, extending a carefully manicured hand for a shaking. Her hand was warm and soft. "Now how can I help?"

"We're looking for carpeting for an apartment in my home," I stated. "The motif is Old Spanish, and I think a deep pile plush with a very heavy pad is what we want. Marie can choose the color she likes, I just want it to be the best quality you have available."

She took Marie by the arm and led her over to look at samples. I wandered around the store and after a short while I found myself on the next isle of samples from the women. I couldn't see them but I could plainly hear them talking softly to one another.

"I'm so sorry about your divorce, Honey," Carol said.

"Oh, don't be. I'm so happy to be rid of that drunken bastard," Marie told her.

"Where are you staying?" she inquired.

"I'm staying out at the Ellis mansion, north of Flagler Beach. It's so beautiful, you'll have to come and visit," Marie explained. "You've tendered your resignation from the school district?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm about to publish some music I've been writing and I want to devote myself to that for a while." Marie said.

"So tell me about your friend," Carol asked. "Are you two, you know, close?"

"Carol, I should tell you how personal that question is but, we've got our other secret so I guess it doesn't matter. We're, how should I put this, having a relationship." Marie was choosing her words carefully. "We're sharing some exciting experiences together."

"He's fucking your little ass off, isn't he?" she asked.

I couldn't hear a response but I heard Carol say, "You slut." She must know Marie pretty well.

I decided it was time to wander around and see how the color selection was going. I moseyed around to where the two women were standing. I walked up behind them, unnoticed, and stepped up close to Marie before speaking. I looked over her shoulder and asked softly, "Are you having any luck?"

"Seems she's having all the luck," Carol said.

I looked in her eyes and saw absolute carnal lust. She licked her lips nervously and her cheeks flushed. I wondered.

Marie held a sample of carpet up for approval, a dark saddle brown color, with very deep pile. Thick and soft under the feet I supposed. I liked it and asked if it was in stock. "Let's go and see," Carol said. We followed her out into the warehouse.

Carol walked down a long row of huge rolls of carpeting, her high-heels tapping loudly on the concrete floor. We followed her. She turned a corner and we passed several more large rolls piled hap-hazardly in the back of the huge room. We went through a door at the rear of the building into another large, dimly lit warehouse filled with rolls of carpet. She checked the number on the sample against the numbers on several of the rolls and announced that we were in luck; they had a sizable quantity on hand and could install it at our convenience. She would come to the house tomorrow morning and measure the rooms carefully. The installers would then rough cut the carpet to the proper sizes for each room and Monday would be carpet day at the Islands. Carol told us she would bring all the necessary paperwork in the morning and we wouldn't have to spend time waiting for it tonight.

The lighting in the warehouse was quite dim but I could still tell that Carol was nervous. I could see little beads of sweat on her upper lip. Marie must have noticed it too because she asked Carol if she felt all right.




Life At Islands Estates Ch. 04



"It's just a little warm in here," she stammered.

"Here," Marie said, "loosen your jacket and sit down for a minute."

Marie looked over Carol's shoulder at me and winked. I watched as she slowly unbuttoned Carols jacket and slipped it over her shoulders. Carol sank back on one of the rolls of carpet. Marie unbuttoned the top buttons on Carol's blouse and shook it loosely open. Carol looked up into Marie's eyes and smiled weakly. "It's been a while hasn't it Carol?" Marie asked.

"Too long, Darling, I've missed you so much," Carol breathed.

"Carol and I had a thing a while back," Marie said. "It just sort of ended. We didn't want it to get around the school that we were lesbians. Quite the contrary, Carol has a lusty appetite for men. She's been married seven times."

"I guess I must be too rough for them. I like it kind of nasty and I guess most men don't like that," she said.

"Sounds to me your friend needs to come and visit us in The War Room." I said.

"My exact thought," Marie concurred. "But look at her, she's in a terrible state. I think you've given her soggy panties."

I guessed Carol to be submissive so I thought I'd try an experiment. "Carol, take your panties off and hand them to me," I commanded.

The older woman lifted her rump up off the carper roll, reached under her skirt and peeled her little blue bloomers over her plump butt and down her legs. I noticed her stocking tops and garter belt as she did as she was told. I inspected her panties and showed them to Marie. Indeed, they were soaked with her juices. Marie put the wet panties into her purse.

"So you think you can just leak in you drawers any time you want to?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, Master, I've forgotten myself again," she whimpered casting her eyes to the floor, and sinking to her knees.

"Then you will remove the panties from Marie and see if her crotch has also been affected by your behavior." I was enjoying this.

Marie stepped before the kneeling woman, who reached her hands under Marie's skirt and removed the tiny transparent thong. She presented it to me. I looked at the panties and found them to be saturated. "You see," I said, "you've soiled not only your own but those of your friend. You'll have to apologize by cleaning her drooling cunt with your mouth. And then you'll allow her to clean your nasty slobbering pussy with hers."

Carol pulled Marie's hot snatch immediately to her upturned face and assaulted her cunt with her face. Carol groveled in Marie's womanhood until her face shown with her leaking fluids. Marie went weak in the knees after a thumping orgasm. I pulled Carol to her feet and seated her back on the carpet. Marie swept into Carols bushy pussy, ravaging it with her searching tongue. I unzipped my fly and stepped close to Carol. She reached for my cock and took me quickly into her mouth. She could suck cock, and suck cock she did. A crushing orgasm overtook her just as I started cumming. She slumped back as my first jet left me and it hit her squarely on the center of her satin covered tit. I grabbed my cock and jacked five more long thick ribbons of cum out onto her blouse. The last spurt landing on the top of Marie's head which still remained glued to Carols climaxing bush.

Marie sat back and gasped for air. I pushed my softening dick back into my pants and zipped up. Carol was a mess. Her blouse had been splattered with my cum and her makeup was a disaster. I had no idea how she would explain her appearance to those back out in the showroom. Marie was on her feet now trying to get Carol together.

"I'm all right," she said, "I'll clean up in the restroom, I have some lipstick in the chest. Help me with my jacket." Marie helped her on with the jacket, which covered her saturated blouse.

"Jesus, Cool," Marie said, "you shoot so fucking much juice when you cum. She's bathed in it."

"It's in your hair too," I told her. She giggled and ran her hand through her hair. She looked at the smear on her hand and licked it off her fingers. Then she did it again.

I looked at her and we both laughed. She found a hairbrush in her purse and brushed my goo in as best she could and announced it was time for me to take her to dinner.

Carol had returned from the bathroom, none the worse for the wear. Fresh lip gloss and a hasty brushing of the hair and she appeared nearly normal. She hugged Marie and kissed me on the lips. "I'll be looking forward to our appointment in the morning," she said cheerfully and spun on her heel and led us back to the showroom. She shook our hands at the door and waved as we walked to the car.

Marie rolled the window down as I started the engine. She touched her lighter to a cigarette and blew smoke out the window.

She handed me two soggy pairs of panties. I hung them on the rear view mirror.

"Not one God Damn word do I want to hear from you," she hissed.

"What'd I do?" I asked.

"You had that 'She's a slut' look on your face in there," she said. "So, you're a slut. We've established that a long time ago. I'm just as fucked up as you are," I defended. "Besides, I think the look I had on my face was my 'I just got my dick sucked by another raunchy, sex crazed, cunt' look. Don't you think?"

Marie cracked up. "You hit the nail on the head there. Carol is a sex crazed sleazy bitch. She likes it even dirtier than I do. She's mostly submissive, but she can be a real demon if you turn that side of her loose. I think we should show her The War Room tomorrow and see where it goes from there. We'll know when she gets there, if she wants to play, by the clothes she has on. She's really into leather and lace, like Dianne. Now, there would be a pair."

I had to chuckle at that. Dianne and Carol would truly be a match made in hell.

We rode back over to A-1-A and turned north. Burdines Restaurant was located on the northern end on the strip in Ormond Beach, facing the ocean. We were seated on the front deck watching the shore break, Marie had a cigarette going and I had ordered iced tea for us both. We decided on surf and turf, with the surf being Maine lobster tail, and the turf being rare prime rib. We chose wisely because the dinner was superb.

We ate slowly and talked about the upcoming job Dennis had booked with his old friends from Jacksonville. I made a mental note to have him call his buddy and ask if we could use our own keyboardist, meaning Marie. I studied Marie over dinner and marveled at how a beautiful creature such as she, could have so many personalities lurking under her sexy Italian exterior. If I had the answer to that question, I'd have the answer to life.

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It was after ten when we returned to the Islands Estates. Marie went right upstairs to her apartment, I stripped and was getting ready for a shower when Louise came into the room.

"Hi, Sugar Boy," she oozed. "You been behaving yourself?"

"I try," I answered, "but sometimes it's very difficult. Especially when you're around Marie."

I recapped our journey to the carpet store and the tryst in the warehouse. Louise shook her finger at me and clucked her tongue. "You're getting wilder in your old age."

I had no response. I told her the woman was coming to measure the rooms for carpeting, tomorrow, and that I intended to introduce her to The War Room. "If you're interested, you could join us," I said.

"Ooh, that sounds like just what I need, I good thrashing to straighten my black ass out," she mused.

I was surrounded with demented people and I love it. I turned on the shower and stepped in under the hot spray. Louise stripped and joined me and we lathered each other and shampooed our hair and she nearly rubbed me raw with a big fluffy pink towel. 

"Now, lay your lily white ass down on the bed and let Mama Lou suck on that fuck bone you got there. I ain't had no trim since we been back, and this black bitch wants fucked," she instructed.

So we did just that. I laid back, she sucked me hard as steel, flung her hefty leg across me, lowered her hot wet twat down on my meat and I filled her with jizz.

Life is good at Islands Estates.



Life At Islands Estates Ch. 05



I awoke early. The coffee cup was steaming on the nightstand. I was alone in the room. I sat up and tried the coffee. Scalding, perfect, Louise is priceless. The shower beating on my body reminded me I was alive and drove the sleep out of my tired brain. I reached for a towel and saw Camille standing by the door, naked.

"Good morning, Cool," she greeted.

"Hey, Sweetie," I replied. "How are you this morning?"

"Glad to be here," she answered.

"You're looking good this morning," I said.

"Thanks, you too," she said. "Tall Cool, can we talk?"

"Sure," I said. "Let's go in there so I can get my coffee."

We settled in the two huge leather chairs by the fishpond. I sipped my morning brew and Camille began, "Look, I know I've dumped a lot on you with this baby business. I hope you know that I'm not asking you to give up what you are to be a father to my baby. I want this child desperately, and I want it to be yours. I'm just asking you to be the stud, not buy the whole package. I hope you understand."

"Of coarse I do, Camille. Who knows, I might really take to the daddy thing. Only time will tell." I explained. "I wanted to have this conversation anyway and I'm glad we're having it now."

"That's good, I just wanted to clear the air before either of us got hung up," she continued. "Besides, I know how much your fucking around right now, and I didn't want this to interfere."

"It won't as long as we both keep everything in perspective," I said.

She smiled and stood up and walked over to my chair, took my cup and put it on the floor. "So fuck me," she said. "I want to get pregnant.

I pulled her into my lap and our lips met. Camille is hot and sensual, and felt good all over me. I pulled on her hard nipple with my fingers and she groaned. She stood up and pulled me up. My prick had risen to full extension. She crawled onto the edge of the bed and presented her ass to me. I stooped and mouthed her hot little cunt and spent a few seconds laving her tiny rosebud just because it was there.

I stood flatfooted on the floor and entered her from behind sliding all the way home. I fucked into her with long steady strokes. Her pussy clenched me each time I withdrew to the head and released me as I reentered. She had total muscle control over her cunt. It was almost mechanical, in and out, in and out. Until I felt myself getting ready to send a torrent of little wiggly baby makers into her womb. I held her firmly by the hips and throttled up until I emptied deep inside her. She grunted as she accepted my hot cum into her clutching center. She collapsed forward onto the bed popping forward off my softening cock. She rolled over, sat up and took me in her mouth and sucked me all the way down past her tonsils. She did that swallowing thing, with her throat, with me impaled all the way into her face. It feels marvelous when she does this before you cum, but afterwards, it defies description.

I felt the hardness returning and my enflamed cock stretched her mouth and throat. She continued to move her throat muscles on my cock head. I felt the stirrings in my nuts again and told her I was about to bless her with another deposit. She slid off my hardness and lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide. I crawled up on the bed and drove into her with a vengeance. I had only to slide into her already slobbering hole a few times and once again, I emptied a huge load into her waiting womb.

I had only been out of bed an hour, and already, I had dumped two huge semen deposits into Camille. She was indeed on a mission to conceive.

"Thanks, Tall Cool," she said softly. "I really do love you."

"I know, Baby," I told her. "Now get your skinny, almost black, ass outa my sight so I can get cleaned up again." I smacked her on the bottom as she turned away from the bed. She whirled around and was on me like a tiger. We wrestled and I started to tickle her. We were both howling with laughter when Louise walked in.

"Wha'sup with this?" she asked.

"I just got two sperm injections from Tall," Camille declared.

"You best be savin' some for the carpet whore, Cool. Marie tells me she'll be loaded for bear when she gets here." Louise scolded.

"Camille comes first," I said.

I jumped up and headed for the shower for the second time today.

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Marie was in the kitchen wearing red short shorts and a red halter-top when I went upstairs. I hmm-hmm'd when I saw her knowing we were in for a time later.

"Twice, already?" she asked. "Shit, I have no privacy," I complained. "What time will your friend be here I asked.

"Elevenish," she said. "I don't know what to expect from her."

"So what's this secret between you two that you eluded to yesterday?" I asked.

"Well, I caught her going into a motel over in Palatka one night. She was with fourteen players from the varsity basketball team from St Augustine high school," she began. "I was there with someone I shouldn't have been with so I couldn't say anything. We were leaving as she and the boys were coming up the stairs to their room. My friend left in a hurry to avoid conflict and I sort of got invited to a gang-bang. You know me, I had a tough time saying no but I was smart enough not to get involved with the boys. I watched as each of them took a turn with her. Finally she knelt on the floor and each one of them jacked off onto her face and tits. She was absolutely covered with jizz. She had sucked or fucked or taken every one of them in her ass and she was plastered with it. I helped her get cleaned up and to her car. We've been sucking pussy now and then ever since but it's been a few months since I was with her. She's obsessed with being sprayed with fuck juice."

"So I gathered, after last night," I replied.

"She likes it rough too. She wants to be manhandled. Pushed around and spanked are on her list of kicks too," Marie continued. "I lashed her with a cat-o-nine-tails one night until I had to stop to rest. And she begged me for more."

"Another head case," I said and reached for the coffee pot. 

I walked out on the balcony and saw Dennis helping Chrissie into her car, down by the boathouse. They appeared to be having a heated discussion and I surmised he was explaining life to her. She pulled out in a hurry and Dennis looked up toward the house. I raised the coffee cup in the air and gestured for him to join us.

He walked up to the house and Marie poured him a cup of Mama Lou's potent brew and we sat on the deck and enjoyed the morning.

"Your friend tightening the noose?" I asked.

"I think we just straightened things out," he answered. "I need a little space in our togetherness, but she just can't seem to comprehend that."

"She's young, you need to be hanging out with older women, who can appreciate what a great guy you really are," I said.

"I guess you'd know about that," he said. "You've got them all around you waiting in line to get at you."

"Look," I growled, "you're a great singer and guitar player. We come across bunches of hotties wherever we play. Take your pick, there's an endless selection of beautiful sensuous females just licking their lips when they see us. Help yourself."

"Aw, Cool, you know how hard it is for me to break the ice with women," he whined.

"Look, Dennis," I continued, "just take your mother as a for instance. She came here looking for you to scratch her itch, right? You were off in Daytona buying strings, and if I know you getting Chrissie to polish you pole, and when I offered her a beer, she turned to butter. Remember how hot she was for you, when Marie dressed her up the other day? Older women just get horny and go hunting. Let it happen. Speaking of which, there's a women coming to measure Marie's apartment for carpet in an hour or so and I got an idea we'll end up in The War Room. Are you interested in some nasty sex this afternoon?"

"Sure, why not." He responded. "Who is it?"

"Mrs. Kline from school," I answered.

"You have got to be shittin' me." He declared. "Mrs. Tight Ass herself?"

"One and the same," I said. I told him about yesterday at the carpet store and what Marie had told me about Palatka.

Marie joined us and Louise stood inside the kitchen listening for the gate buzzer. We talked about our music for a while and Marie started flirting with Dennis and had him all in a state when the gate alarm sounded. Marie jumped up and went to meet Carol at the door. Dennis and I stayed put for now. I told him that Marie was going to call me up in a little while and I'd let him know what the plan would be. He said he was going back down to the boathouse and I should call him when I wanted him to come back up to the house.

About five minutes after they went up to her apartment, Marie called and asked me to come upstairs. I smiled at Louise and she gave me the thumbs up as I left the room.

Upon entering Marie's lair, which was still in total disarray since the painting had begun, I saw Carol Kline busy with her tape measure, carefully measuring the room. She had her leather attaché case spread open on the coffee table and was drawing on squared paper, laying out each room, which would be getting carpet. She was wearing a soft, black leather, long-sleeved shorty jacket, over a strapless, skin-tight black leather shift. About three inches of the lace tops of her black hose were visible below the hem of her skirt and she had black, pointy-toed ankle boots with at least five-inch heels. Her makeup was severe, and her silver blue hair was swept neatly up on top of her head. This bitch was ready to go to war.

Each time she would take a measurement, she would bend forward at the waist to read the tape measure, causing her skirt to rise up in the back exposing her upper thighs, garter straps, and lower ass cheeks. The thin leather would stretch across her haunches, to the bursting point, each time she leaned over. The dress was held together by a single zipper that ran from under the armpit down to the hem of the skirt.

Carol smiled at me when she saw me enter the room and crossed over to me to greet me. She put her hands flat on my chest and stood on tiptoes to kiss me on the cheek. "Mr. Ellis, So nice to see you again," she drooled.

"Same here," I returned. "How's the measuring going?"

"This should only take about a half-hour and we'll be done," she answered. "What a lovely home you have."

We'll give you the guided tour when we're done here," I told her and she said she would enjoy that.

She busied herself with he work, making sure Marie and I got a clear picture of her ass each time she bent over. I was warm in the room and shortly she removed the jacket and was clad only in the obscenely tight leather dress. Her soft puffy tits were bunched together and fought desperately to escape. I was standing close to the coffee table and she bent over to write a measurement on the sketchpad. I stroked my hand across the soft leather as it stretched tightly over her rump. She put both hands flat on the table and arched her back, pushing her ass higher in the air. I slipped a finger under her skirt and slid it between her slightly spread legs and was greeted by the soaking wet gusset of her tiny panties.

"Oh, Sweet Mother Of God," she wheezed as I rubbed my fingers on her puffy, satin covered labia.

"Better finish our business soon," I said. "Before all that juice goes to waste."

"Yes, My Master," she breathed, and returned to the other room with her tape measure.

"Oh yes," Marie said softly. "You're the boss today. She'll do anything you tell her to."

Carol finished her measuring and came back to the coffee table. She kneeled down next to the table and spent about fifteen minutes calculating the square yardage for the rooms and figured the amount of carpet and pad necessary and the installation cost and gave me a figure. I agreed to give her a check in that amount and signed the contract. The carpet layers would be there around noon on Monday and should be able to do the four rooms that day. We agreed to have all the furniture carried out of the way.

Our business being concluded, Carol remained on her knees and with her eyes cast toward the floor she whispered, "How may I serve my Master?"

"You can stand up, and remove your saturated panties. Marie and I will show you the rest of the house. And later, you will be allowed to savor the teachings of The Tall Cool One, and wear his offerings on you whoreish body." I commanded.

"Thank you, Master," she said and stood up between Marie and I. She slipped her soaked panties off over her spiked boots and handed them to me. I tucked them into my pocket.

We toured the house from top to bottom. I introduced Carol to Louise and I took her downstairs and gave her the rundown on our sound and video studios. 

She watched as I neatly folded her soiled panties and placed them in the drawer with the others, in my desk. Her submissiveness was not mentioned again until just before we were ready to go back upstairs.

"Mrs. Kline," I said.

She turned and looked at me and said, "Yes, Virgil?'

"Marie tells me you've been a very bad girl. It that true?" I asked.

"What has she told you?" she asked.

I told her I knew about her episode with the basketball players. She smiled at me and shook her head.

"Those fourteen boys and I had a wonderful time together. I was fucked and sucked and had my ass hole stretched and absolutely bathed in sweet warm cum. I fucked and sucked those boys and gave every one of them a thrill they may never experience again. Where's the harm in that?" she asked.

I thought about that for a minute and said; "I guess if you look at it from that perspective, you're perfectly right, there's nothing wrong with a little fun."

"Did you and Marie enjoy what we did in the warehouse last night?" she asked.

"We did." I stated.

"So did I. Are you enjoying looking at my leather covered ass today?" 

"I am."

"I hear you're quite a ladies man yourself. And you enjoy fucking many different women, instead of having a steady girl?"

"I do, very much."

"Well, I enjoy the pleasures of different men. I get bored with the same old routine, same as you and Marie. I guess we're both from the same school, when you get right down to it." She made her case well.

"So what you're telling me is this," I said. "We're both just a couple of nasty whores, looking for a good time anywhere we can find it."

"I guess that would pretty much cover it," she concurred.

"I'm glad we ran in to you last night, we have a lot in common," I told her.

"I'm about three thousand bucks worth of carpet glad, you ran in to me last night. Not to mention the great time we had in the warehouse," she said.

She stepped forward and cupped my balls through my pants and said, "So, you like to play games too?"

"I like to play, yes. What's your favorite game?" I asked.

"I like the games where everybody goes home happy, the best," she answered.

I reached out and put my hand behind her head, lacing my fingers through her hair and pulled her face close to mine, twisting her head back just a little more forcefully than was necessary. She looked up into my eyes and hissed, "So, Marie has told you some other things about me, I see."

I pulled her face closer and mashed her lips with mine, tightening my grip on her hair. She growled into my mouth and pushed her tongue way in.

I pulled her face away from mine and snarled, "Let's go find some playmates, and see what kind of games we can come up with."

"Yes, Master, as you wish," she whispered.

I looked toward the stairway. Marie was leaning against the doorframe smiling from ear to ear. I pulled Carol around, by the hair, to face Marie. Carol's eyes blazed with lust. Her anticipation of what was soon to happen next, caused her heartbeat and respiration to increase. I could feel her tremble when her eyes met Marie's.

"Marie Honey," I said. "How about giving Dennis a call and see if Gerald might be around. I believe our friend wants to play a game with us today. Have them meet us in the den."

"As you wish, Master," Marie replied, and snickered as she walked over to the phone. She winked at me as she passed by.

I held the older woman by the hair and pushed her ahead of me to the stairway. I released her and told her to go up to the den and wait in the middle of the room until I arrived. She nodded and climbed the steps.

Marie had finished her call and informed me that Gerald and his brother would both be up with Dennis, momentarily. We went up to the den.

Carol stood in the middle of the room, eyes cast to the floor, her arms hung straight to her sides. I sat at the bar and Marie poured us each a Scotch. "You are to do as I tell you. You will obey no one else," I stated.

"Yes, Master," she replied.

Dennis, Gerald and Greg, accompanied by Louise entered the den. "This is Carol," I told them. "She has come to play a game with us. I will make the rules as we go along, and she will do as I tell her. Isn't that right Slut Carol?"

"Yes, Master," she replied.

I asked Louise to open The War room and light some candles and get the camcorder ready. I motioned for the others to follow. Carol remained in the center of the room. I took her arm and ushered her into the flickering chamber beyond the hidden panel in the wall. Her eyes widened and her breath quickened as she took in the significance of the room in which she now stood. We stopped near the leather horse, which stood near the center of the room. The others were standing to the side, or seated on the loungers. Marie and Louise were still lighting more candles and the room gradually became brighter.

I reached under Carols arm and pulled the tab on the long zipper, slowly downward. The sexy leather shift parted and fell to the floor. She stood clad only in her black hose, garter belt, and spikes. Her body was creased from the seams of the tight garment. Her great, pillowy tits, with large dark areolas and fat nipples, which pointed out and away from each other, hung majestically on her chest.

Louise had captured the unveiling on tape and was carefully recording everything I was doing with Carol. I asked Dennis to stand up.

"Slut Carol," I said. "Go to Dennis and remove his clothing. When he is naked, you will kneel before him and worship his manhood."

Carol did exactly as I had instructed. Upon removing Denny's shirt and pants, she knelt at his feet and eagerly slurped his long thin cock into her mouth. She hungrily engulfed him 'til I told her to stop and do likewise to Greg. She crawled over to him and repeated the scene again. Taking his thick cock quickly into her mouth when his clothes were removed. I had her repeat the same act with Gerald, who seemed to be a little reluctant at first, but when his cock disappeared into her mouth, he relaxed.

Carol grunted and snorted as she sucked Gerald's hard cock. I didn't think he'd last long so I told her to stop and kneel before me. I removed my own clothes and turned and presented my backside to her and ordered her to rim my ass hole with her tongue. She responded immediately and voraciously. I stepped away from her leaving her kneeling on the floor.

I told Greg to lie on the floor. Marie positioned Carol over his vertical erection. Carol sank down on him until she sat flat on his belly. I pushed her forward and handed Marie a tube of KY jelly, which she smeared liberally on Denny's skinny hard-on. Dennis got the picture and knelt behind the fucking couple. Marie guided his hard cock to her wrinkled sphincter, holding him in her hand until he had pushed the head inside. Slowly he forced his full length into her. The three of them settled into a jerky motion bringing loud, guttural moans from the thrashing female.

Gerald moved in front of the tangled trio and offered his chubby pecker to Carol, who quickly took him in her mouth, moaning and slurping. A hard cock impaled her, in all three of her openings.




Life At Islands Estates Ch. 05



Louise was ever present with the camera and spent long moments focused on the junction between Carol's legs, capturing the double cock assault, which was taking place.

Gerald started to grunt. Louise moved around to Carol's face with the camera, just as she pulled his cock from her lips and jerked him repeatedly, splashing his copious load onto her face and hair. As he finished, I stepped up and shoved my rigid prick, which Marie had been stroking with her hand, into her hot mouth and she swiftly brought me to a shuddering ejaculation, which was also directed onto her upturned face. Dennis, having witnessed us blowing our wads on her face, jumped out of her ass hole and bathed her hair, from behind, with his gooey discharge. Marie pulled Carol off Greg and pushed her back on the floor and Greg knelt next to Carol's face and emptied his erupting balls on her tits and face too. Carol was splattered with sticky white cum from her head to her belly button.

She reached for Greg's spent cock and sucked him deep into her mouth, sending him into a frenzy of sensations. She left him and moved over to Dennis and then to Gerald and me. She took turns briefly sucking each of us. We stood around the kneeling woman, alternating between having her suck on our stiff pricks and jacking off while she did another's cock. Dennis reached his end first and dumped a massive load squarely in the center of her already cum-coated face. Greg and Gerald followed almost simultaneously splashing her from both sides, covering her entire face. I stepped up and shoved my cock into her mouth and exploded down her throat, filling her to overflowing. Cum ran from her mouth, and drained from her face down over her body.

Carol lay on her side on the floor, totally painted with stringy globs of jizz. The whole upper half of her body was coated. The scene was bizarre, to say the least.

Marie had stripped out of her clothes and went to Carol, rolling her on her back and diving between her scissored open legs. She inserted a finger in Carol's stretched ass hole and savagely attacked her clit with her mouth. Carol came alive and pulled Marie's face hard into her center. Marie had three fingers in Carol's ass and Louise was right in the middle of the action with the camera.

Dennis, Greg and Gerald made a hasty departure shortly thereafter, leaving me alone in the room with the three women. Carol was screaming for Marie to eat her cunt, and stuff her ass hole with her fingers. I was still semi hard and stood slowly pumping my prick again. I watched as Carol crashed through another hard orgasm into Marie's sucking mouth.

Marie extracted herself from Carol's soggy twat and straddled the spasming woman's face, covering her cum-drenched face with her drooling pussy. I wanted more so I stood in front of Marie, pulling her mouth to my hard again cock. She sucked me down but spit me out quickly as a tremendous climax thudded through her body. She regained her composure and clutched my cock between her fingers and took me back into her throat.

As my finish grew close I felt Marie squeeze me holding me back. She did this for a long time until I couldn't stand it any longer. I blasted into her mouth in a mighty torrent. I did not feel her swallow. She was holding my juice in her mouth. She pushed me back and moved her cunt away from Carols face. Louise had the camera focused on Marie and we watched as she moved her mouth directly over Carol's and spit just a drop of cum on her lips. Carol's tongue appeared through her lips and licked the droplet away. Marie stared into her eyes and I said, "Open you mouth Carol."

She parted her lips wide and Marie did the same. A great long stream of white goo drooled off Marie's extended tongue and flowed down into Carols throat. 

I was wasted. Marie and Carol lay on the floor side by side. Louise switched the camcorder off and placed it atop its tripod. I flopped down on one of the loungers. Louise went to the bathroom and brought a hot washcloth and a towel. She sat on the floor between my feet and bathed my cock and balls with the warm cloth. After drying me she kissed me lightly on the end of my sated pecker.

"Nice job, Stud," she giggled. "The rest of them bailed before the show was over. Too bad."

"That was hot," I commented.

"We've had some wild adventures in this room over all the years, but that has got to have been the most pornographic display I've had the pleasure of witnessing," Louise said.

"It was rather erotic," I agreed.

I got up and turned the water on to fill the bathtub and loaded the water with bubble bath.

"I think our sexy friends will be needing a soak," I said upon returning.

Marie was sitting up next to Carol, still on the floor. Louise had gone into the den to find Marie's cigarettes and an ashtray. She returned and Marie fired a smoke and Carol reached for it and Marie lit a second. As they smoked, Carol's hand wandered to Marie's matted pussy hair and softly stroked her fingers through it. Marie stiffened when Carol touched her clit.

"You still up there?" Carol asked.

"Way up," Marie hissed as she exhaled a plume of smoke.

Carol stubbed the flame off her cigarette in the ashtray and pushed Marie's legs apart. She rolled between her legs and lashed out at Marie's distended clit. Marie went off immediately falling back on the floor.

Carol reached for the partially smoked butt and relit it. She inhaled deeply and exhaled. Her face and hair were covered with cum, which was now beginning to crust. Marie sat up and started to drag her pointed tongue along Carol's chin and neck. We watched for several minutes as Marie preened the older woman's face, savoring the male musk emanating from her semen coated body.

"There's water in the tub, anybody care to join me?" I asked.

Carol and Marie stood up together and moved to the bathing area. Louise excused herself to go and start us some dinner. I followed the two naked women to the tub. We settled into the tepid water and I sat with my head resting on the edge of the tub.

"So," Carol said, "now you've got yourself two sleazy fucking cum-sluts on your hands."

"Naw," I replied. "It's more like six or seven, but who's counting."

I decided that the older women I know are a whole lot nastier and sexier than the young ones I know. I love 'em all.



Life At Islands Estates Ch. 06



After our bath, which by the way is a favorite activity of mine, I excused my self from Marie and Carol and went in search of Louise. I located her in the kitchen, where else? We drafted a check for the carpeting and I returned to find Marie and Carol sitting at the bar, in the den, smoking. Both women were naked and had their heads wrapped in a towel, which I have discovered, is standard operating procedure for the female gender following a shampoo. They looked ridiculous, to me. Although, I was still walking around with a towel tucked around my waist.

I presented the check to Carol and thanked her for an exciting afternoon.

"I hope it won't be the last time," she said.

"Oh, I'm sure that it won't be," Marie told her.

I poured a Scotch and stayed behind the bar. Carol sat with one elbow on the bar, her arm and hand raised, holding her cigarette up between her fingers. Her other arm rested on the bar, crossed in front of her tits. Her manicured fingers idly fondled and rolled a fat nipple. I reached across the bar, tweaked her other nipple, and stared into her eyes. I increased the pressure on her nipple and her eyes opened perceptibly. She increased the manipulation of her own nipple. I held her puffy bud firmly with my thumb and forefinger, tightening down even more. She started to flush high on her cheeks and the color bloomed across her face. Her breath quickened and tiny beads of perspiration formed on her lip as I pinched her now glowing nipple. Her fingers had mirrored mine as she was squeezing herself with equal force.

"I'm going to cum," she whispered and closed her eyes. The heat swept through her, turning her blushing face to a much deeper shade of red and sending convulsions from deep within her womb. Carol stiffened, her breath hissing through her teeth, as she rode the wave of orgasmic sensation. 

I leaned across the bar and kissed the sexy older woman wetly on the lips. I said, "I'm sure we'll see each other again real soon. I'll be calling for more carpet for Camille's offices, and the video studio will require a sizable amount of carpet."

"I'll look forward to hearing from you soon," she gasped.

I stepped from behind the bar and gave Marie a soft kiss and bid them a fond farewell and returned to the kitchen to commiserate with Louise.

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Louise was sitting on the balcony. The sun was low on the horizon. I realized it was after eight o'clock. I sat my drink on the table and pulled a chair up and sat close to Louise. We watched as Dennis' mother drove up to the boathouse and climbed out of her car. She was wearing skin tight, shiny pants, high heels and a sheer blouse, through which her red bra was clearly visible. Even though we were over two hundred feet away, we surmised she had a fuck me look in her eye as she mounted the stairs to the apartment.

"Jesus, Cool," Louise said. "We've got them all around us, don't we?" 

"So it seems," I answered.

Camille joined us and we ate chicken for dinner. I allowed as tomorrow would be a busy day and went to bed shortly thereafter.

Dennis, Camille, Louise, Marie and I spent Sunday moving the furniture out of the apartment in preparation for the impending carpet installation. It went quickly and by two o'clock we were ready. I mentioned to Dennis and Marie that this would be a good time to practice our music and the rest of the day was spent in the sound studio.

We worked on three-part harmony to our original songs and also variations in harmonies on some of the popular folk music we liked to play. I was becoming excited about the quality of our music and decided it was time to look toward producing an album and perhaps promoting a single. Marie had talked to people in Jacksonville and we agreed that we should invite them to The White Lion this next weekend to hear us and give us an opinion. Marie was to act as spokesperson and make the arrangements.

Monday dawned with activities taking place all around the place. Dennis and Roger were busy in the video room readying the cameras to be tested and Camille and Louise were frantically moving everything out of the housekeeper's apartment. Gerald was on his way to the lumberyard with a long list of materials, to get the renovations of Camille's offices under way. I found Marie standing in her kitchen, smoking a cigarette and flipping the ashes in the sink.

"Do you believe that Carol?" she asked as I entered the room.

"She's just like you said, unpredictable as the wind," I answered.

"She's even more depraved than I am," she said

"Aw shit, Marie, she's just a horny old broad that likes to play it nasty," I explained.

"I suppose you're right. I certainly have no room to talk about depravity. I wrote the book." Marie lamented. "I hope they get all this carpet done today so I can put my stuff away."

"Don't worry, I'll stay and help you if it takes all night," I told her.

"You're my rock," she said.

The gate buzzer sounded a few minutes after eleven and we were overrun with carpet installers. Three young black men and two older white guys attacked the old carpet and had it all torn out and carried downstairs in record time. Each load down resulted in a roll of new carpeting getting carried up. They started laying in the bedrooms and moved forward to the living room and by six o'clock they had finished all but the final touches and pickup. A young black man, named Isaiah, remained after the others had departed to finish the seaming in the doorways and complete the remainder of the cleanup. Isaiah was a big strapping lad of some two hundred twenty pounds, well over six feet tall and very soft-spoken. He was polite and seemed like a really nice guy. He wore short cut-off jeans and a muscle shirt and his bulging arms and shoulders gave him the appearance of a muscle builder.

Marie had been keeping close tabs on Isaiah all afternoon and it was obvious she had set her sights on adding him to her list of conquests. She had busied herself with the task of bringing her possessions back into the apartment and when young Isaiah completed his carpet work, she offered to pay him to help me carry the heavier pieces of furniture in from the balcony. He readily agreed and with his able assistance the project went much quicker than we had anticipated.

It was warm work and soon we were all sweating from the exertion. Marie was wearing a tank top and her nipples became very evident as the thin material became damper. Young Isaiah started to take notice of the erotic nature of Marie's exaggerated buds. The young man's black skin was sleek and shining from his own perspiration. I could see the outline of his huge cock as it lengthened down the leg of his shorts. Marie had noticed his package too. She was staring blatantly. 

We carried the last piece in and Marie disappeared into the kitchen and returned with three cold beers. Isaiah sat on the sofa, I landed in a big leather chair, and Marie perched on the arm of the sofa, opposite Isaiah. She sat with one foot on the floor, the other on the cushion of the sofa, facing toward Isaiah. He had a clear look directly between her spread legs at the crotch of her shorts, which were pulled fully into the lips of her pussy. His long erection extended nearly out the bottom of the leg of his shorts. He appeared to be rather uncomfortable sitting here looking between Marie's legs and her staring at his rigid prick.

Marie sat her beer on the floor and stood up. She walked to where Isaiah sat and reached down with her finger to trace the length of his member through the cloth. If it was possible, he grew even longer. Just the tip of his cock lifted the leg of his shorts and exposed itself to our sight and he groaned deeply with her electric touch. 

"Look. Lady," Isaiah rasped, "I don't need no trouble. I just want my money so I can leave."

"We're not going to have any trouble, Honey," Marie soothed. She went into the kitchen and returned with three twenty-dollar bills and handed them to him. He tucked the money in his pocket and stood up. Marie stepped up close to the huge black youth and wrapped her fingers around his hard cock.

"I would really like to see what you're hiding here," she said.

Isaiah stood very still as Marie reached for the buttons on his fly. She popped them open one at a time. His fly opened and she slid her hand down and caressed his huge erection. Slowly, she pushed his shorts down until his mammoth fuck stick bobbed up and stood almost straight out from his abdomen. Marie put both hands on his protruding cock and looked down. Her hands covered barely half of the length of Isaiah's massive member.

Marie licked her lips and sank to her knees in front of him and swept her pointed tongue across the huge black cock head. Opening her mouth, she sucked him in and could scarcely cover a third of his length before starting to gag. She worked his prick with her mouth until it shone with her saliva. Isaiah reached down and picked her up by the hair, turned her around and pushed her over the arm of the sofa. With one quick movement, he wrenched her short satin pants away, exposing her gorgeous ass to the both of us. He reached between her legs and stabbed a thick finger into her slobbering cunt and twisted it around sending the Italian beauty into a quick orgasm.

The youth held Marie to the sofa with one hand and aimed his monster cock at her waiting cunt. Marie screamed as he forced his way deep into her hot pussy. He humped into her savagely, bringing Marie quickly to another orgasm. He was only able to push his thick hardness partially into her. He was just too long and her pussy was only so deep. Each time he hit bottom, his cock would buckle slightly and Marie would howl again. I thought he was hurting her but she kept begging him to fuck her harder. He did and she screamed with renewed emotion each time he hit the bottom.

Isaiah pounded her cunt brutally for many minutes. When his conclusion grew near, he pulled out of her clasping hole, grabbed her again by the hair and jerked her off the arm of the sofa. He pushed her down on the floor in front of him, and holding her firmly by the hair, he held his waving prick in his hand and smacked her on the face with it, leaving a smear of her juice on her cheek. He slapped her again, with his hard cock, several times until his eruption oozed onto her face. He didn't shoot great streams; he just oozed an enormous flow of white gooey glop out onto her face, rubbing it all over with his hard on.

He pushed himself between her lips. She gobbled in what she could and rolled him around in her mouth, sucking deeply. He shoved her back against the sofa and pulled his deflating member out of her mouth. He stepped forward and using her hair, he wiped the remaining discharge off his shiny cock into her auburn tresses. He pulled his pants back up around his waist, tucked his flaccid cock back inside, and waved at me as he walked out the door.

Marie sat on the floor in front of the couch. Her face and hair were matted with sticky, milk-white cum. Her eyes were closed and her breath was slowly returning to normal. Her cunt was dripping on the carpet, between her outspread legs. A small stain was forming on the new dark carpet. Her discharge also showed she was bleeding slightly from the huge intruder that had invaded her recesses.

I stood and helped her to her feet and into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet and I handed her a warm cloth to clean herself with. I started the shower running and stripped and stepped in under the water while holding Marie steady. I bathed her from head to toe and she recovered somewhat by the time I had her all cleaned up.

I found her a robe and she had wrapped her hair in the customary towel. She limped to the sofa and sat gingerly.

"I think I had better watch myself for a while," she said. "I'm out of control here and I'm gonna get hurt."

"I think you've made a wise decision," I said.

"God, did you see the size of his cock?" Marie asked.

"Yes. Did you catch the look in his eyes when he stabbed that monster in your cunt?" I asked in return.

"How could I? I was squashed into the cushion on the couch, and he had me by the fucking hair." She hissed.

I watched her hand disappear into her robe and rub her swollen labia.

"Your pussy sore?" I asked.

"I've never been stretched like that. I'm sore as hell. He'd have killed me if he tried to stick that thing up my ass," she whispered.

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked.

"Oh my God yes. Every second of it, but I think I'll avoid monsters like him in the future," she decried.

I helped her make up her bed and tucked her safely in for the night. I kissed her on the forehead, and retreated to the main floor of the house. I found Camille and Louise out by the pool, enjoying the warm summer evening. I ducked back inside and grabbed a brew and went out to sit with the ladies.

"Pretty night," I said.

"Spectacular," Camille agreed lazily from her chaise lounger. "I love this time of year."

Both women were lying naked on big fluffy towels draped over the chaises. Apparently they had both been in the water. I stripped off my shorts and dove into the cool water. I swam several laps and hoisted myself out of the water and found my own chair.

"Get your carpet all laid?" Louise asked.

"We did," I answered. "Marie got herself laid by the big black kid too."

"Ooh," Camille giggled, "I'll bet that hurt."

"He almost killed her," I said. "His business was about this big." I held up my hands indicating the length of Isaiah's member.

"Most white women don't have the capacity to handle a big buck like that kid. I watched him lugging those carpet rolls in and figured he was hung like Mr. Ed." Louise chimed in. "I don't like them big beef totin' fuckers. I like a nice thick hunk like you got there, Cool. The big, long ones just hurt too much. Most of those guys figure they have to prove something and act like animals besides."

"You called it," I said. "He got kinda rough. She loved it but wished she'd have passed."

"Y'all talkin' about big cock's making me horny," Camille said.

"Let's swim some more, and then why don't you come down and sleep with me tonight?" I asked them.

"I'll pass," Louise answered. "You two kids go ahead and have fun. I'm about ready for some rest. I must be getting old."

"You're not getting old Mama, just better," Camille giggled.

Louise got up and left. Camille and I jumped in the pool and floated around for a long time before we went downstairs and showered and got into bed.

We lay in the dark and listened to the water cascading over the rocks, in the fishpond. Camille had her head on my shoulder and I gently rolled her nipple between my fingers.

"I should know by Friday or Saturday," Camille said.

"About?" I asked.

"I'm due. If I don't start by then, it's a good chance you're going to be a papa," she answered.

I didn't respond. I thought about what she had just said and it started to sink in.

"Whose last name will he have?" I asked.

"Oh, I haven't given it much thought," she said.

"Don't you think it should be Ellis?" I asked.

"I can put father unknown on the birth certificate and it would be Jackson," she added.

"You know what? I just realized that your last name is Jackson. I never thought about it before. You could have your name legally changed to Ellis and then it wouldn't matter. Besides, I want you to put me down as the father, no matter what you call the kid. Understand?" I stated.

"Yes I do," she sighed and snuggled closer to my side.

We kissed and made love, tenderly. I hoped she was pregnant. I was warming up to the idea of having a kid. Who knows, he or she might turn out to be just like me. Parish the thought.

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The remainder of the week passed with relative calm. We were nearing the time we would test the video system and Roger's work would be completed. Gerald and Camille were busy renovating her offices. Marie spent her time finishing her apartment. We rehearsed each evening and Ronny and Jeff brought their equipment down and we honed the band into a fairly tight group. I was looking forward to three days of music this weekend and I felt the same eagerness from Dennis and Marie. Ronny and Jeff were very accomplished musicians but I couldn't get a feeling of real commitment from either of them. I hoped I was wrong.

I kidded Marie about not having jumped Ronny's bones yet and was told to mind my own business. I was surprised at the remark but let it lie. I think the carpet layer had put a scare into her.

Friday morning, Marie came downstairs before I went up and she brought me my coffee. We sat and talked for a while and she admitted that she had been pretty shaken up and felt she needed to stay close for the time being.

"I like it rough," she said, "not brutal. I'm all right now, but that guy was hurting me. I loved it at the time and didn't want him to stop. But I was terrified afterwards. One thing leads to another and boom, you're dead in an ally somewhere."

I sat with my arms around her and stroked her hair. "Let it go, we got three gigs this weekend. Stay away from the bums and around Dennis and me, we'll look out for you." I said.

She nestled into my side and her hand rested on my leg. I tilted her head up and kissed her warmly. She returned the kiss and her hand found my pecker. She stroked me into a nice hard on. She got up and walked to the bed and pulled me along with her.

"I haven't been fucked since Monday," she said. "Take my mind off the last time, will ya?"

She went to the foot of the bed and bent over at the waist and held on to the blanket rail. I stepped up behind her, crouched down and licked her sweet pussy lips. She spread her legs wide and I slurped at her feathery petals until they hung wet and ready with her lubricant. I entered her slowly from behind, allowing her to adjust to my thick cock. I didn't want to irritate her inside if she was still sore from the other day.

Marie hunched back against me and we started a mutual movement, which built in intensity until I deposited a full portion of hot cum in her hungry vagina. Her head hung down over the rail. I leaned back and withdrew, sucking a great glob of goo out of her. She watched between our legs as the glob splashed on my bare feet. I heard her giggle and she turned around. She knelt on the floor and licked the splatter off both feet and I guessed she would be in a much better frame of mind now. When she finished with my feet, she popped my soft prick in her mouth and sucked her remains from it.

I pulled her to standing, kissed her again and we got into the shower. After dressing, I mounted the stairs and went in search of a new day.

Louise fed me too much breakfast after which I located Roger and Dennis in the video room. Roger was standing in front of the long console in the control booth. He was flipping switches and the monitors lit up one by one. He flipped another switch, and a red pilot lamp illuminated on the panel and on the operation panel on one of the dolly mounted cameras, parked outside the control room. He slipped a T-shaped handle on the panel forward, and a fuzzy picture appeared on the monitor immediately above the controls in front of his fingers. Dennis walked out to the camera, pushed it forward and turned it around facing us and touched a button on the camera panel.

The picture on the monitor blinked into focus and there stood Roger and I, behind the glass, looking at ourselves, on the monitor. We were elated, it works perfectly. We repeated the same process on the other seven cameras and had the same success. Roger then loaded a large reel of tape onto the studio recorder and instructed Dennis to roll around and take pictures around the room, panning up and down, using the telephoto and wide-angle and close-up functions. He also checked the remote functions of the tape system and it was operating fine. He then rewound the tape and played the tape. It showed the complete route Dennis had taken around the studio. We sent Dennis up to The War Room, and waited until the tape player started to turn and the inside of the room came into focus. Denny panned around the room and closed in on the horse. We were completely satisfied with the operation of each of system.




Life At Islands Estates Ch. 06



We spent the rest of the morning checking the editing and dubbing equipment and found everything to be operating as expected. Roger and Dennis had done a wonderful job installing the video gear. The next project would be to install sound deadening insulation throughout the remainder of the studio, paint the walls and ceiling black to retard any reflected light and install spot and flood lighting. We also had made plans to build and install a blue screen wall for special effects backgrounds. Things were taking shape now and I was excited.

Roger had to make a run up to Jacksonville, and Dennis wanted to relax for a while before we loaded up for our weekend gig in St. Augustine. I needed to put strings on my Stratocaster so that's exactly what I was involved in when Helen Blossom wandered in.

I hadn't seen much of my sexy neighbor since Roger had shown up. She looked yummy all dressed in pink shorts and halter. It always amazed that women would wear high-heeled shoes when they were wearing casual clothes. Sneakers would be much more comfortable but the high-heeled spikes, always say FUCK ME out loud, when worn with shorts.

"Hi Helen," I greeted.

She had a cigarette stuck between her fingers, which were wrapped around a glass of red wine. "Hi, Cool, what'cha doing?" she asked.

"I was just putting new strings on the old guitar here. The old ones were getting a little rusty," I answered. "What's new with you?"

"I took the day off. I'm bored. Karen's off at school, work has been a bitch. Roger went up to Jax. I really like that guy, but he always fucks me exactly the same way," she sounded like she might be getting her period any minute.

"Geez, Helen, I'm sorry to hear you're not getting along," I said.

"We're getting along just fine, I just need a change of scenery now and then. You know what I mean?" she asked.

"I know what you mean, Sweetie. Plunk your cute little tushie down 'til I get done here in a minute and I'm sure we can find something to take your mind off your problems," I told her and returned to my tuning.

Helen sat on a bar stool a few feet away and crossed her shapely legs, puffed on her smoke and watched as I tuned the guitar. She reeked of sex. I kept steeling glances at her crotch. She uncrossed her legs and sat with her knees spread apart and her heels hooked over the rail on the barstool. Her shorts had pulled up tightly into her crack, clearly exposing her fat outer lips on either side of the inseam. 

"You look good, Helen," I said.

"You too, Cool," she returned.

I placed the guitar in its stand and walked over to Helen. I turned her stool and pushed her legs farther apart and stood between her knees. I put a hand on each side of her face and leaned in and kissed her. Her tongue shot out between her lips and into my mouth. I leaned back.

"So tell me, how does he fuck you?" I asked looking into her eyes.

She stared back and answered, "Well, he kisses me a couple of times and then her takes his clothes off. I take mine off and usually just lay down on the bed. I suck his big sausage until it gets hard and then he slips it in and fucks me 'til he dumps his load in me. Then he rolls off and goes to sleep. He used to eat me and let me squirt on him, but he hasn't done that for a while. Karen used to be there for me, for a long time, but now that she's at school, I have to masturbate to get off, unless I see you."

Her nipples were hard as stones and poking the fabric of her halter-top. I touched each of them with a finger. Helen sucked her breath in and a dark wet spot appeared in her crotch.

"You horny?" I asked.

"What do you think, Genius?" she whined.

I pulled the halter over her head baring her firm breasts. I sucked on her nipples for a long time drawing moans and coos from her lips and the wet spot in her pink shorts grew very large. "You make me so damn hot," she hissed.

I picked her up and carried her to the sofa. I sat her on the edge and kneeled down. I unsnapped the waistband on her pants and pulled them, along with her panties down and over her shoes. The high-heels remained on her feet. I pushed her back on the sofa and opened her fat outer lips with my fingers. I swabbed her feathery inner lips with my tongue paying close attention to her naked clit. She quickly erupted sending a torrent of warm female ejaculate flooding into my mouth. I drank her nectar, letting none escape.

"Hoo, Cool, you do that sooooooo good. Even better than Karen," she wheezed. "Your turn, sit here." She patted the cushion next to her.

I stood and removed my cut-offs and sat. She took my hard cock in her hand and started to manipulate me. Her touch was tender, unhurried, and very sensual. I grew harder as she fondled me. She leaned over and took my shiny cock head into her mouth and did magic with her tongue. All to quickly she pulled off.

"I need you in me, now," she said and lay back on the sofa.

I moved into her center, way into her center. "Oh God yes," she cried. "Fuck me, Cool."

I humped into her core with steady strong repetitions, bringing her to more than one hard orgasm. We were drenched from her secretions, and so was the leather of the sofa. After many minutes of steady motion, she slammed herself up against me and drew my crashing load out of me and sucked it deep inside of herself. She whimpered after I filled her to overflowing, telling me she needed to be fucked like that every now and then. I promised to keep that in mind.

I got up and got her a towel and carefully cleaned her swollen pussy. I patted her little clit with my finger and she erupted yet again into the towel. "My God, Helen, you are wound up aren't you?" I asked.

"I haven't cum like that since Karen left. I need you more often, Big Guy, or I'm going to go nuts," she said.

"I'll be here. What about Roger?" I asked. "He's kinda sweet on you."

"I know, but I've told him I have to have my space. I don't want a relationship right now," she said.

"He's a good guy, but I know what you mean. Besides, I like your pussy too much to have him let you hang. I'll be here for you, you know that." I assured her.

We were sitting naked at the bar, having glass of wine. Helen was smoking. Marie strolled into the room carrying five brilliantly colored satin shirts, on hangers. "Think these will look good on us tonight?" she asked.

"Fabulous," Helen commented.

"I like them," I said, reaching for a hanger.

"Y'all bout the same size," Marie said. "Mine is the small one."

"Right," Helen said, "with the nipple bumps in the front."

We all laughed as we watched Marie pull her shirt on and button the front. Sure enough, her nipples popped into view, immediately with the contact of the shiny satin.

"Told ya," Helen giggled.

"You two been having fun?" Marie asked.

"Oh yeah," Helen cooed. "This boy knows how to bring the best out of a girl, don't you think?"

"No argument from me," Marie signified her agreement.

She took off the shirt and returned it to the hanger. Reaching across the bar for Helen's pack of smokes, she brushed her hard nipple along Helen's arm. Helen put her smoke in the ashtray on the bar, and cupped Marie's bare tits. Marie let the unlit cigarette dangle in her lips as Helen kneaded her melons. "That feels sublime, Helen," Marie whispered.

Helen took the cigarette from her lips and they embraced in a passionate kiss. I stepped over to the rolling camera, and switched it from standby to on. This activated the tape reel in the control room and turned the big camera on. I stared into the monitor on the camera and zoomed in on the locked lips of the two sensuous women at the bar. Marie stripped out of her shorts without breaking the torrid kiss. Helen pushed her back and slid off the stool and pulled her down to the carpeted floor. They quickly locked into a sixty-nine position with Helen on top.

I dropped the camera low and zoomed in as Marie slashed at Helen's drooling cunt with her tongue. Within seconds, Helen flooded Marie with her sweet female juices, bathing her entire face. Marie slammed into her own climax and pushed up hard against Helen, almost throwing her off. They lay very still now. Finally Helen rolled off and told Marie she should come for tea more often. Marie told her that kind of tea was definitely worth coming for.

Marie crawled back up on the stool and lit her smoke. Helen collected her pink outfit, pulling the wispy pink panties out and dropped them on the bar. "Keep these with the others," she giggled.

I held the soaked skivvies up to my nose and inhaled, "Such sweet aroma," I breathed.

"Fucking pervert!" Two voices exclaimed, in unison. What could I say?

Helen walked, au-natural, out the door and back over to her house. Marie and I sat and finished the wine.

"She's hot," Marie said softly.

"Yup," I said. "Find some clothes and let's load the Nomad."



Life At Islands Estates Ch. 07



We loaded the Nomad, and Marie and I headed for St. Augustine. Dennis wanted to drive his pick-up so he had wheels if he got lucky, or if Marie and I decided to do something after the gig. We arrived early so Marie could set up her keyboards before Ronny scattered his drums all over the stage. I always set up on the right side of the stage, with Marie to my left, giving Dennis the center, and the bass man on the left. The drummer goes in the back. I plugged in all the cables and set the microphone stands in place. I had two guitars and my piggyback Fender Bandmaster amplifier nicely tucked into my corner of the stage before Jeff and Denny and Ronny showed up. I prefer to have my stuff in place and be out of the way first. That gives me time to scope the local talent and relax before we start.

Bob, the owner had a new billboard next to the main entrance and there, for the entire world to see, was our name on a colorful poster advertising our engagement. Bob asked if he could take a picture and put it on his billboard. We agreed and told him we would pose before we started to play.

I went to sit in the dining area and have a plate of fried shrimp. I was perusing the menu when our old friend from The Mill Top, Irene, glided up to the table and brought me a glass of iced tea. "Here you go, Honey," she drawled, "the house wine of the south."

"Irene," I stood and hugged her close. "How in the world are you any way?"

"Waiting on you to take me in the ladies room and ravage my body," she quipped.

Irene looked pretty good, for an older woman, in her white shirt and short skirt, even with the apron. "You got it, Baby. Later on after we get cranked up, we'll figure something out. As long as I get to keep your drawers."

"You're horrible," she scolded. Then she whispered in my ear, "White lace and crotch-less, just for tonight."

"You hussy," I said.

She vanished and returned with a platter heaped with golden brown fried shrimp. Marie and Dennis joined me and we made short work of the delectable food and we went over Denny's revised song list. He'd added some extra folk music for tonight and Marie and I would be singing a lot more harmonies with him. He was expanding his list, which meant he was spending more time rehearsing at home. I could jump in on almost anything and Marie had all the right moves on the keyboards. Jeff and Ron were the question marks. We had only limited experience with the two new players and I hoped it would be smooth.

Jeff and Ron joined us at the table. Denny gave them the list and they nodded their approval of the new songs and indicated they just needed him to give them a key and we were cool. I was enjoying this.

Marie handed out the new flowered shirts and we stepped into the office to change. It was the first time, since Dennis and I started the band, that we had ever dressed alike. I liked the shirts all the same because it made us look professional, which we are.

Marie had taken her bra off, when she put the satin shirt on, and the smooth cloth turned her nipples to stone. Denny, whose chest was really hairy, left the top three buttons undone.

"He's got a little swagger to his step tonight," Marie mentioned to me, out of earshot of Denny.

"You noticed that too?" I asked.

"Yeah, and he's hanging his chest out for the chickies to see too," she answered.

"No Chrissie for a few days. Louise and I saw them having a spat last week and I haven't seen her around. His mother's been by a couple of times though," I said.

"She's got the sweetest pussy in the whole world, we gotta get her to come over and play some more," Marie wished.

"It ain't no sweeter than yours, Lover," I said as I squeezed her leg under the table. "But it's the tightest little twat I've ever had my dick in."

She punched me on the arm and I laughed. 

We went to the stage just before eight o'clock and fine-tuned our guitars and at eight sharp, Bob lowered the lights in the lounge and Jeff brought the colored floods up on the stage and we kicked off the night with an instrumental medley by Duane Eddy. We modulated into a couple of folk numbers by The Kingston Trio, and Peter, Paul & Mary. We played several fifties rock songs and one of our original songs. Dennis was spectacular tonight. He was working the crowd over the mic and introduced each tune by title and artist. He asked for and received requests and did every one they asked for. At 9:45, he kicked us into our break song and introduced each member of the band and gave each one of us a solo bridge and we left the stage to go on break with the whole place clapping their hands and hollering for more. 

As soon as our feet hit the floor, we were surrounded with adoring fans. Dennis was deluged in a sea of female admirers. Marie was entrenched in a circle of smiling faces and Jeff and Ronny were being congratulated as well. I shook about twenty hands and looked up as Bob waved me over to the bar and pointed to a tall, blond haired fella in a gray suit. I pushed through the crowd and Bob grabbed my hand in his island-sized paw and shouted over the crowd, "Out fucking standing, Cool. The woman and new bass and drums are great. You're killing them." He gestured to the suit and introduced him as James Day, from Cypress Records, in Jacksonville.

I shook the man's hand and he said, "Nice job, Virgil, I like the look and I like the music. You cook on the leads, who's your teacher?"

"I learned it all myself," I explained. "I play by ear."

"Who writes your lyrics on the original stuff?" he asked.

"Marie does most of it, Dennis and I do the music and we collaborate on the arrangements. I've got a fairly extensive studio so it's easy to work on tracks." I told him.

"Í want to hear some more of your original stuff and I'd like to get you up to the studio in Jacksonville Beach to do a demo," He invited.

"I've got a demo reel I can send you if you want to hear some of our better stuff," I said.

"Fair enough," he said. "Here's my card, I'm really interested so let's get together, soon."

Irene was standing next to Bob at the bar. She handed me a cold iced tea and Bob patted me on the back and I thanked him for introducing me to the record promoter. My mind was racing a mile a minute. Marie finally came over and she was ecstatic.

"Who was that?" she asked.

I explained my recent conversation and she was elated even more. "Oh God," she cried. " I think I'm going to wet my pants, I'm so excited."

"Don't do it here, people will talk," I said.

She kicked me on the foot and hugged Irene. Irene whispered something in Marie's ear and she nodded and said something back. It was loud in the bar, and I couldn't hear what she said, but they were both smiling so I guessed it had something to do with me. We worked our way through the crowd and back to the stage. I pulled Dennis aside and told him about the record guy. I also told him what a fine job he was doing at the mic and to keep it up.

We kicked off the next set with six original songs and I watched as Bob and the gray suit nodded approval as we ended each song. Dennis and Marie were knocking them dead with their duets and when Jeff and I joined on the choruses, it was awesome. We played 'til 11:45 and took our last break.

I threaded my way over to the bar and Irene handed me a tea. "Make it a cold mug of suds, next time," I said.

I sat on the stool at the end of the bar and Irene moved close to me and stood, hidden by the bar, with her hand in my lap. She massaged my Johnson through my pants.

"If I go back up there with a hard dick, Honey, people will think I've been up to something," I said.

"I was just checking it out," she whispered.

"I know what you're doing. Hang around after we finish and we'll see if we can't scratch your itch," I told her.

"I'll be here, Baby," she hissed.

We played until 1:30 and still had a full dance floor for the last number. I pulled the plugs and cased the guitars, put the mics in the tote bag and loaded it all in the car. Marie and Dennis were sitting hip to hip on two bar stools with their heads together going over a song list for tomorrow night. I sat at the end again. Bob asked if we needed to be paid tonight or did we want it all on Sunday. I told him Sunday would be fine and I paid Jeff and Ronny out of pocket and they left for Jacksonville Beach. Bob and his girls were finishing their cleanup and Irene was nowhere in sight.

Dennis announced that he and Marie were heading back if I didn't mind riding alone. I assured them I would be fine and they departed. I was working on my cold draft when Irene strolled back into the room and sat next to me. She waved for a brew and lit a smoke. The apron was missing and she had a different blouse on. Thin and gossamer with long flowing sleeves. The bra, filled to overflowing, was white lace. I supposed by her earlier comment, so were her panties. She was thin, and fairly tall, 5'-9" or so. The hair was graying and her face no longer had the smoothness of youth. Her lips were painted pink and left a fresh mark on her cigarette, and the rim of her beer mug. I wondered if she would leave a pink smear on my cock if she sucked on it.

"So, Irene, tell me about yourself," I said.

"Not much to tell, really. Been around here all my life. Married three times, widowed this last time, almost four years now. Five kids, three girls and two boys, all grown and gone to the four winds. I live over at Crescent Beach, where State Road 206 comes into A-1-A. It ain't much, but it was paid off when Harold died. All I do is work in these bars for something to do and keep myself in beer and cigarettes. Harold's Social Security pays the bills," she said.

"Sounds like you've got a handle on things. You got a boyfriend?" I asked.

"Shit, who'd want to fuck around with a wrinkled old hag like me?" she complained.

"Hell, Irene, age is all in your mind. I love older women. I've been doing a sixty year old regularly, for a long time," I answered.

"Well, Honey, I'm a lot older'n sixty but I still enjoy doing the bump and grind now and then. I haven't had a young one like you since I was thirty," she lamented. "Most of y'all just want a blow job in the parking lot at quitting time. Which is fine, don't get me wrong, I like suckin' dick. But every now and again, it's nice to spend the night getting royally fucked."

"Your place, or mine?" I asked. "Mine's closer, follow me," she said, smiling, and gathered her things.

I followed her red Fairlane across the Bridge Of Lions and south down the beach road, which is A-1-A, through the palmetto hammock just past the intersection of State Road 206. She turned left, toward the ocean, on a narrow rutted drive. The old house sat on the beach between the dunes. I parked behind her car and climbed the stairs up to the house, which was elevated on wooden pilings. It was after two in the morning. She switched on a couple of lamps and motioned for me to sit on the sofa. The small house was comfortable and very clean. Irene came into the room carrying two bottles of beer. A cigarette dangled from the corner of her mouth. She sat across from me and tapped the ash off her butt into a huge glass ashtray.

"So, why you like old tired pussy," she asked, "when there's so much hot young stuff runnin' around to grab?"

"I just enjoy the way an older woman treats me. Like she appreciates the fact I'm there with her and not because I came there to take something from her. Know what I mean?" I asked.

"I sure do, Honey," she said.

She mashed her cigarette into the ashtray and stood up. She unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She unbuttoned the front of her blouse but didn't remove it yet. She reached for my belt buckle and flipped it open. Then she popped the button and pulled my pants down over my feet. I wasn't wearing shorts. Irene dropped to her knees and licked my semi-hard cock savoring my musky odor. I had been standing under hot stage lighting for five hours and I can work up a heavy sweat when I play music. I must have been ripe.

She worked her tongue all around me leaving no part of my now rigid cock and balls out of her ritual. Her wrinkled hand wrapped itself around my prick and aimed it into her hot mouth. She had the touch of a feather. Her lips were soft, her fingers were smooth, and her tongue was wanton. It felt as though she was performing a religious ceremony, on my cock. She made me feel good all over.

"C'mon, Cowboy," she said. "Le'me take you in the bedroom, we're gonna need the bed to do this right."

I pulled my shirt over my head and she pushed me back on the bed. She removed her blouse, unsnapped her bra and pulled the crotch-less panties off. Her big old tits hung heavy on her chest and her belly was covered with stretch marks from her many pregnancies. An immense patch of graying hair covered her pussy. She kneeled beside me, presented her hairy box for my inspection, and returned her attention to my steel hard member. I parted her bush with my fingers and found her soft protruding labia buried within. I slipped my tongue between them, into her folds and drew a quick response.

She stiffened and relaxed at my first contact with her open pussy. I swabbed her inner petals bringing a sweet, steady flow of cunt honey from within. She continued to softly suck on me keeping me incredibly hard. Her body rocked with one small quake after another until she was nearly out of breath. She rose and turned around, positioning her wet hole above my cock. I held myself vertical, as she lowered herself over me, sending me deep within her velvet glove. She rested flat on my chest after she reached the bottom. We slowly started to move and after what seemed like hours, she was bucking on top of me.

She rode hard until her climaxes forced her to throw herself back down on my chest at which time, I drove my prick completely into her deepest reaches and flushed her with a tidal wave of molten jizz. She squealed like she was in terrible pain when she felt the hot flow bloom inside her cunt.

We had been at it for hours. The sun was graying the eastern horizon, over the ocean as we rolled together under the covers and sleep overcame us. 

It was after two in the afternoon when I came to. I was still in Irene's bed, covered with a sheet. I heard the TV in the living room and assumed that's where I would find her. I had to pee so I made the trip to the head, first, and then stuck my head through the door to see Irene and another woman sitting together on the sofa. My clothes were draped on the back of a chair across from them. I debated walking through the room naked, crusted in cum from the night before, especially with a stranger sitting in the room. I had decided to have a shower and find a towel to wrap in when the two women came together in a torrid kiss. I watched as they played tongue tag and figured, what the hell, I wasn't going to bother two necking old broads. I stepped into the shower, dried off and strode into the room toweling my hair and did the 'Oops, I'm sorry' line when I saw them on the couch.

Irene was wedged between the other woman's thighs, slobbering wetly into her juicy cunt. The other woman was obviously enjoying Irene's tongue, because she experienced a huge orgasm while I was putting my pants on. The two women had finished their little scene and Irene turned and was embarrassed when she saw that I had been watching them.

"Oh! I'm so sorry," she wailed.

"No problem, Sugar," I assured her. "I've witnessed females in action many times, and it's always a pleasure."

"Who's your friend?" the other woman asked Irene.

"Sorry. Marion, this is Virgil," she said.

I extended my hand and said, "A pleasure."

"The pleasure is all mine," Marion gushed as she took my hand. "Nice cock."

I looked down and sure enough, I hadn't finished pulling my pants up when I started watching them and my dick was still hanging out of my fly. My turn to be embarrassed. "Sorry," I stammered.

"Don't be, Honey. Bring it over here and let me see it," Marion begged.

I took two steps forward. She was still sitting on the couch. She reached up and gathered me into her tiny, wrinkled hand and pulled me to her lips. She sucked me in and gave me a splendid blowjob. I bathed her tonsils with a great glob of man milk. Irene sat and smiled as she watched us. She lit two cigarettes and handed one to Marion. I tucked myself into my pants and found my shirt. Irene's white lace panties were tucked into the pocket of my shirt.

Irene walked me to my car and kissed me on the cheek. "See you tonight, Cowboy."

"You got it," I said and climbed in and drove away.

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I motored back to Islands Estates. It was a gorgeous day and it was almost over already. Louise and Camille had taken up residence out by the pool. Louise told me that Marie had driven up to Jacksonville to look at an old organ she had seen in the paper and would meet us at St. Augustine later. She also chuckled when she told me that Marie had spent the night down in the boathouse with Dennis. I thought that was great and Camille agreed with me.

I went downstairs to clean up and change. I showered and went into the video control room to run the tape I had made of Helen and Marie yesterday. The quality of the tape was far superior to that of the smaller, hand held cameras. It was also much higher fidelity sound. Each and every whisper and slurp was evident on the tape. Using overhead mics would enhance the sound even more. I was learning more about the equipment every time out.

I wandered around the stage room for a while trying to picture how I wanted the studio to look. I was still unsure of what to do but I was getting more ideas all the time. I heard the door open and Camille walked into the room. She came over and we chatted about my progress and she mentioned a new type of sound insulation and we agreed to drive to Orlando and check on the product next week. 

Camille was happy. Her offices were coming along and she informed me that her period had not started so she was hopeful that she was pregnant. I was warming to the idea but it was still hard to grasp. We hugged and she was gone. I dressed and went up to say goodbye to the girls before I left for the gig. Louise gave me a big sloppy kiss and I patted her fanny and departed for St. Augustine.

Arriving at The White Lion, I was greeted by Gail's sister, Darlene. She was all smiles and had just tacked Bob's picture of the band on the billboard by the front door. We all looked spiffy in our flowered shirts. Marie had arrived before me and was all bubbly with news of her trip to Jacksonville. She had gone to a surf shop at the beach and found us some more great shirts. She showed them to me and I asked who paid for them and she whined around and finally she told me that Louise had given her the money for the first shirts but that she had bought these herself. I bitched at her for spending her own money and gave her what she had paid for them back and made her promise that she wouldn't spend any more of her own money like that again. She accused me of treating her like a child and I assured her that no child behaved like she does.

She stuck her tongue out at me and I swatted her on the butt.

"Did you get laid last night?" she asked.

"You got nose trouble?" I asked back.

She stood with her fists on her hips. I shrugged and said, "I got laid. And blown again this morning. How about you?"

"I got laid. And fucked in the ass too," she whispered.

"Good for you," I said.

"Dennis is getting a little bolder too," she said. "He stuck his fingers up my butt and really did a fantastic tongue job on my snatch."

"He'll be all full of himself tonight," I said. We laughed.

"I found a great deal on an old Hammond B-3 organ with two Leslie cabinets. This guy named Morrell, up in Jacksonville, had it listed in the paper. I tried it and it's fantastic. I want us to go look at it and see if you think it's something we can incorporate into the band," she told me.




Life At Islands Estates Ch. 07



I agreed and told her we'd check it out this week.

Darlene came over and asked if we wanted food. We decided on the broiled flounder and it was delicious. Denny and Jeff and Ronny showed up and we started playing promptly at eight. The crowd was great. Dennis was in fine form and had the whole place rocking right from the beginning. I was drifting way out in space on some of my lead solos, improvising and bending the melody line. Denny kept looking at me and smiling. I was having fun. Marie was following me on the keyboards and her leads were starting to improve a bunch. We took our first break at 9:45.

Again as last night, we were swamped with fans and spent nearly the whole break talking to people. Irene sent me a tea over with Darlene. She winked at me and licked her eyebrows when she handed me the tea.

"How about a blowjob?" I asked her.

"Soon as you're finished," she answered. "See me at the bar."

I winked at her and we went back to playing. The place was even more crowded than last night and Bob was in hog heaven. They closed the kitchen and moved tables to the side so that folks could dance in the dining room too. We took our last break at 11:30. I really had to pee so I waved at Bob as I headed for his office. Darlene followed me in and closed the door. She followed me into the tiny bathroom and reached for my dick before I had a chance to whiz. 

"I gotta piss," I told her.

"So, piss," she said.

I let it fly and she almost missed the bowl. I watched as her fingers dipped through the yellow liquid. As the flow stopped, she sat on the stool and popped me onto her mouth and quickly brought me to a hard climax, filling her mouth with semen. 

"Want to meet me afterwards and fuck?" she asked.

"Where?" I asked.

"Right here on Bob's couch," she said. "He'll let me use it if I blow him later." Another cum queen, just like her sister.

"Soon as we break down, Hon," I told her and headed for the stage.

"Your fly is open, Virgil," Marie scolded.

"Shit," I said and turned around and zipped up before anyone else noticed.

"Slut," Marie said. She had me this time. I admit it.

We played until 1:30 and folded. The place emptied out quickly. Marie and Denny along with Jeff and Ronny were right behind the patrons. I loaded my guitars and mics in the car, and went back inside to search for Darlene. Bob pointed to his office door and smiled knowingly. I opened the door a crack and peeked in. Darlene was leaning against Bob's big wood desk smoking a cigarette. I pushed the door open and entered, closing the door behind me.

"Gail tells me you fuck like a stallion. That true?" she asked.

"Oh, I don't know. I don't get a lot of complaints. You might want to ask Irene about it," I answered. "She rode the pony last night."

"She told me. She also told me you were real gentle with her," she commented. "She's old. I didn't want to break her," I told her.

"I won't break," she assured me. "Don't be gentle. I like to have the man take what he wants, without having to be told what to take. Gail told me about that room at your house. And how you tied her up over that horse thing, and how you pissed on your sister. I think I'd like that but not here. I just want you to make believe you're trying to rape me."

Another freak. I attract them. I moved quickly toward her, reaching out and catching her blouse through the opening above the buttons. In one swift motion, I wrenched the blouse open sending the buttons flying in all directions. She spun away from me but I had a firm grip on her top and tore half of it from her spinning body, sending her reeling toward the floor. I caught her, by the arm, just before her knees hit the floor. I pulled her upright and ripped the remaining shred from her shoulders. 

She turned her head to face me and her eyes were glazed with lust. Her teeth were bared in a wicked smile. While I had eye contact with her, I placed two fingers under her bra, between her heaving tits and jerked forward, tearing it through between the cups. She was fighting me, without much conviction, adding to the adrenalin rush she was experiencing. I grabbed a hand full of hair and pulled her face to mine, crushing her mouth with mine. I stuffed my tongue between her lips forcing it way inside. She responded by pulling me tightly against her squirming body.

I shoved her back onto the couch, still holding her by the hair. I reached under her skirt and gathered her panties together and dragged them harshly down her legs and deposited them on the floor. I fumbled with my belt, unzipped my fly and freed my trembling cock. I forced myself between her closing knees and shoved them apart, exposing her carefully shaven cunt. I jammed two fingers in her snatch and jerked them around stretching her hole. She was snorting and grunting like a pig each time I changed direction with my hand. I pulled my fingers from her sloppy cunt and wrapped my hand around my stiff dick. I lunged into her gaping slit, impaling her.

She screamed briefly but stopped as I pulled back and stuffed her again. "Oh God yes," she wheezed. "Jam it back in me." I did, she squealed again.

I looked up when Bob opened the door and stepped in. He walked over to us, unzipping his pants as he approached. He walked around to the end of the sofa and plopped his prick down on her face. Darlene slurped him in and her screams were now muffled each time I rammed my cock home. I was humping into her with all the strength I had. The thin woman was throwing herself back with equal strength. Bob lasted about two minutes and he pulled out and blasted his wad across her face in two or three quick squirts and disappeared. 

Darlene was into it now, gurgling and hurling obscenities after each thrust. I drew back and pulled her up by the hair, once again, and turned her over the arm of the sofa. "Do my ass," she begged. "Fuck my butt, Cool."

I pushed my slippery cock against her puckered rectum. It squished inside with a slurping sound and disappeared deep into her bowels. Again she was howling like a cow with each hurling thrust. I built myself up to a gut wrenching blast, loading her ass with scalding man milk. I continued to pump my hard cock into her sloppy ass hole long after I had finished cumming. Sticky globs of nasty dark jizz oozed out of her clutching sphincter each time I drew back. Soon it was running way down our legs. I finally popped out on a too long backstroke and was followed by a thick flow of the dark fluid, which drizzled its way down her legs to the floor.

I stumbled back and leaned against the big desk, my soiled cock hanging limply down. Irene came into the room and over to me. She reached her hand out and lifted my prick. She bent at the waist and sucked it into her eager mouth, savoring the raunchy juice that coated it. I nearly gagged when she swallowed me in, but I held on. She was enjoying what she was doing. She spit me out and stood up, turning her attention to Darlene, who remained slumped over the arm of the sofa. Irene knelt behind the exhausted girl and pressed her mouth over her leaking ass hole. I watched, amazed, as she sucked my discharges from her still stretched hole. Darlene moaned in ecstasy as the old woman vacuumed her butt.

Darlene's clothes were ripped to shreds and scattered on the floor. I picked up her ripped panties and stuck them in my pocket. Irene winked at me and asked me to help her get Darlene out to her car. We stood her up and she came into my arms.

"Gail's right," she said. "You do fuck like Trigger. Anytime you want to rape me, let me know, Big Guy. I am totally fucked out, thank you very much."

Irene and I walked out into the dance hall with Darlene. Bob gave her a T-shirt from the bar and she put it on. The women left and Bob came over, and put his hand on my shoulder.

"First the grandmother, then the granddaughter, nice work. I haven't done the old lady yet but I guess she's as hot as the kid. I hear you've had the younger one, Gail, too," he said.

"I had no idea they were related," I remarked.

"Small world, Huh?" he replied.

"No shit," I said. "See you tomorrow afternoon."

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I drove home slowly, mulling over in my mind some of the bizarre things that had been happening. It seemed as though I was ensnared in a tangle of incestuous relationships. Not only was it happening in my family, between the girls, Louise and I, it was happening with Dennis and his mother, Helen and Karen, and now with Darlene and her grandmother. I wondered how much freakier things could get. After a long hot soak in the Jacuzzi, sleep was a welcome relief.

The Sunday afternoon crowd at The White Lion was a completely different clientele, from Friday and Saturday nights. They were much older, and they adored Marie and her sultry voice. She even got hustled by an old guy and his wife, who appeared to be in their seventies. They invited her to dinner at The Conch House, and she accepted. After we had loaded our equipment into the Nomad, she left with the old folks from Missouri, saying not to worry; she'd get a ride back to Islands Estates from them. I watched as they drove away and climbed into my car and headed home.

It had been a strenuous weekend and I was happy to be on my way home to get some rest. 



Life At Islands Estates Ch. 08



The rest of the summer, of 1963, was a blur. We played two great gigs in Jacksonville with a group that called themselves, Mid Life Crisis. Our exposure to larger venues was expanding and we were steadily entertaining offers for concert openings for big name performers who played in this part of the state. Marie and Dennis were getting name recognition and I was getting a lot of studio work in Daytona, doing commercials and other recording. Not really needing the money, it was difficult for me to stay focused on steady employment but I worked hard to help my friends get the push they needed to get into the industry.

Our friend from Cypress Studios, connected Marie and Dennis up with a tour group working state fairs and they went on the road with the group several times, giving me time to explore the video production genre with greater intensity.

Camille had, if fact, become pregnant. Of coarse, she's been getting sick now and she's a little bitchy, but I guess that's part of the game. The baby was expected sometime in March. She and Louise were in a trance making plans for the upcoming blessed event. Camille has finished her renovations on her offices and has done some legwork and is doing some freelance design work for a big contractor buddy of our dad's, out of New Smyrna Beach. I felt good about Camille's situation and I guess I was also excited about the kid coming.

Louise encouraged Camille to legally change her name to Ellis, to protect the child. I tried to tell Louise she should also have her last name changed but she resisted saying she was too old to change now. I asked her to marry me and I got the 'too old' routine again. Hell, she's only forty-one years older than I am, go figure.

I bought the big Hammond B-3 studio organ from the guy in Jacksonville. Gerald and I nearly ruined our selves moving it down. Damn thing weighs over four hundred pounds. I've even been practicing on it trying to teach myself to play. This could take some time. I feel like Boris Karloff when I sit at the huge wrap around keyboard. Every stop changes the sound of the big organ, giving it infinite variations. Marie plays it like a demon. The twin Leslie cabinets give it a monstrous vibrato in the small room. You feel like you're in a cathedral when she plays. Not to mention the bass pedals under your feet. It's all so confusing. Give me my six strings and about two hundred watts RMS, and hold on to your girdle, Gerty.

Camille's sexual activities have slackened now, but Louise and I are trying to keep each other occupied whenever the mood strikes us. Helen has cooled off on Roger and she slips over for a quickie from time to time. Dennis's mother has been a regular visitor, what with Dennis and Marie being on the road. Marie tells me Dennis is digging deeper each time they fuck and he's really coming into his own in the sack. I think they're getting sweet on each other. Marie always gives me a great tumble whenever she comes home for a couple of days. Dennis gets quiet but he hasn't said a word to me about it.

I met up with the carpet lady one night in Ormond Beach. Danny Holiday's daughter Lisa had invited me to a party, out on the Mosquito Inlet. It took place in a big old mansion owned by some state senator. The night ended up with Carol, 'The Carpet Slut' and several of the male attendees, in a gang fuck in the middle of the living room floor, with a dozen other men and women spectating. Lisa told me later, that she found the whole scene most distasteful, due to the fact that each of the gentlemen involved in the action ended up spewing an enormous quantity of sperm, onto the face and other exposed parts of the woman's body. She said it was an awful waste of good tasting cum and she'd have much rather swallowed it herself, than watch it be sprayed over that hussy. 

Lisa cracked me up. No matter when you saw her, she always looked like a streetwalker. She wore entirely too much make up. She's always got skin showing somewhere, and her clothes, trashy as they can be, were always too small. You could inevitably find panty lines under whatever it was that covered her butt, and her chubby tits were at constant battle to escape their confines. She is crass, irritable and argumentative, outspoken, and cusses like a sailor. But I liked her and always had a ball when I was around her. I had avoided having a sexual encounter with her until that night of the party. We had driven down in Lisa's Chevy Van, which was all rigged out inside with seats and carpeting and a little table and refrigerator. She also has a double bed across the back, with stereo speakers and sexy lighting. We left the party shortly after one in the morning and Lisa insisted that I drive because she had been drinking and I had been much better behaved. I climbed behind the wheel and we decided to drive up A-1-A rather than go over to U.S.1. I drove up through Ormond and before I even got through town, Lisa had crawled in the back of the van and stripped her panties off.

She held then up in front of my face and asked, "Do you believe how wet my pussy got watching those guys jacking off on that old bitch back there?"

I took the saturated wispy pink undies and held them up to my nose and said, "The sweetest odor in the world is the smell of a woman's pussy when she's excited. Do you know how hard my dick was?"

I tucked her drawers in my shirt pocket. She rummaged in the fridge and found herself a beer and me a soda. As she crawled back into her seat I got a complete eyeful of beaver. Her skirt was bunched around her waist. She sat and reached under the seat and released the lock on the seat. She swiveled it so she sat facing me. The dash lights illuminated her enough for me to clearly see the hairy blond thatch that covered her cunt. Her dark puffy outer lips protruded through the bush and lay spread oprn on the upholstery.

She toked on the beer and said, "Jesus, that made me hot. How can she take all those guys on at one time? She must have fucked four or five and I know she had a couple up her ass. Then all of 'em shooting all over her face. Fuck, I'm horny."

Her fingers disappeared into her box and she was frigging herself like crazy. It didn't take long before she had a quick orgasm, sending a stream of cunt juice flowing out over her hand onto the seat. Lisa slumped back into the seat, sliding forward enough so I could see how matted her pussy hair had become. This bimbo had no shame. I reached out and flicked a finger over her clit. Her eyes had been closed but they flew wide open at my touch and she jerked forward grabbing my arm and shuddered through another quick orgasm. My hand was now warm with her juices.

"Oh, man," she breathed. "You gotta fuck me, Cool. I really need it bad tonight. I'll do anything you ask me to if you'll please say you'll fuck me."

I figured it was time to get to know Lisa a little better anyway, so I told her that if she could wait, we'd go back to the Islands Estates, and I wanted to make a movie of us fucking. She said she could wait but she needed to stop so she could piss. We were still south of Beverly Beach, there was no traffic in either direction, so I stopped by the roadside and watched as she squatted beside the van and pissed a long stream beside the tire. She climbed back in and found a tissue in her purse to dry pussy with. I made her put the tissue in the empty beer can so as not to be a litterbug. I thought she was going to throw it in my face when I said it but she thought better of it. I hate trash on the roadway.

Lisa was quiet for the remainder of the trip home. We pulled in behind the house. Lights were on down at the boathouse so I assumed Marie and Dennis were in town. I opened the door to the studio and we went in. Lisa came into my arms and I covered her mouth with mine. She was a good kisser and her tongue was very long and inquisitive. 

I kneaded her big soft tits with both hands and she groaned into my mouth. Lisa was a soft girl, kinda like fluffy. Maybe thirty extra pounds making everything on her body soft. Her lips were soft, her tits were soft, her thighs and ass were chubby, she had a poochie belly, and those little wigglies under her arms when she raised them up. Her face was round and she was pretty to look at. She used way too much eye shadow and color in her cheeks, and over-painted her supple lips. The whole package could be described as a totally trailer trash, blond floozy. Which of coarse was not the case. She was a corporate jet airplane pilot and her family was worth millions. She just disassociated herself with their image when she hit the streets to party. I heard dad tell Louise that Danny, her father, was mortified whenever he saw her in public.

We broke the kiss, when it started to get difficult to breath. I unbuttoned the back of her blouse and she shrugged it off. Her thirty-eight inch whoppers were stuffed into a thirty-six inch hammock, which left a lot of flesh bulging out around it. I had to have this on tape so I steered her over to the bar and told her to get herself a beer and mix me a Scotch while I loaded the tape decks in the control room. I rushed back to find her bending over looking in the fridge. Her ample ass cheeks staring at me as I activated the big roll around camera and closed in on her from behind. The camera picked up the moisture that glistened in the matted yellow hair covering her ass hole and pussy. She was evidently still very aroused and her juices were drooling from within. Her skirt was bunched around her waist. Long burgundy garter straps reached from under the skirt to her black stocking tops. When she stood upright and turned, I pulled the camera back and panned up from her wooly thatch across her belly and up to her bulging titties and then to her smiling face. Her hair was tousled and the crimson lip-gloss was smeared on her lips, from our torrid kissing.

"What the fuck are you doin'?" she asked.

"I'm making a movie about an angel," I said. "You look marvelous on camera."

"That's a big camera," she said.

She was standing with a beer in one hand, a cigarette and a bottle of Scotch in the other. She teetered slightly on her high heels as she stepped over to the bar and put the Scotch bottle down. She took a swig of the beer and stuck the cigarette between her lips. Sitting the beer on the bar, she unzipped the bunched up skirt and let it drop to the floor. She stepped out of it and kicked it up with her toe sending it across the carpet to the back of a sofa. I zoomed in on her cunt as she reached her hand down between her legs and spread her pussy lips apart and dipped a red tipped finger deep inside of herself. Her fingers came out shining with her discharge and she lifted them to her mouth and sucked them dry.

I pulled my shirt off and stripped out of my pants, giving Lisa her first look at my semi hard pecker. The camera watched her eyes widen when she saw what awaited her. I motioned for her to remove the bra, freeing her pendulous melons. For a chubby girl, her knockers stood out full and firm. She was soft, but she had a marvelous set of hooters on her.

"I want to fuck, Mister," she demanded.

"So, let's fuck," I said.

I pulled the camera over to the bedroom and through the doorway. Another camera was already in the bedroom so I placed this one at a different angle and took Lisa by the hand and pulled her up on the bed. She melted into my arms and we started a crushing kiss, which lasted a long time. Lisa came alive in my arms, writhing and humping against me as our tongues fenced. She was lying on her back. Her tits flattened and spread out on her chest, threatening to spill under her arms. I moved and captured one of her mams with both hands and commenced to torture her diamond hard nipple with my tongue.

Her areolas were large, more than two inches across, and only slightly darker than her skin. Each of them was covered with little bumps and wrinkles and surrounded a fat heavy nipple which stood hard and tall from my vigorous manipulations. I played back and forth between them, sending sharp sensations through her whole body.

I noticed a movement out of the corner of my eye. The camera at the foot of the bed moved around to the side and the lens lowered to just above the height of the mattress. I could not make out who had moved the camera, but I saw the swirl of a diaphanous black peignoir as the camera moved. I made out the shape of a black thigh and hip and surmised that Louise had heard us pull in and was helping to capture the erotic picture of Lisa and I as we released ourselves to the passions that had built within us at the party. Lisa remained oblivious to the third person in the room.

Lisa's tremors continued as I tormented her breasts. She was groaning and gurgling steadily as I repeatedly attacked her nipples.

"Eat me, Cool," she moaned. "Suck my twat."

I reached for her snatch and stuffed two fingers into her folds. She erupted again. I slowly worked my fingers over her fat outer lips drawing a continuous unintelligible babble from her lips. I released her tits and swabbed my way down her torso with my tongue stopping to ream hr belly button thoroughly on my way to the juncture between her thick thighs.

The silky yellow hair, covering Lisa's pussy, was saturated with her feminine flow. Her odor was heady, as I got closer. The outer lips of her cunt hung thick and full, completely exposed through the hairy damp pelt. I parted them with my fingertips and gazed at her darker inner folds, which sparkled with her moisture. I ran my tongue into her, parting her ruffle and released another shudder from her churning body. I lashed her clit many times bringing the writhing female to another thunderous orgasm. My fingers, wet from her hot flow, found their way into her leaking hole. I tickled her briefly with the tip of one digit, and then I threaded it into her. She parted with virtually no resistance allowing me to invade her as far as I could reach. I withdrew and inserted a second and then all four of my slippery fingers.

Her hole stretched without effort until my entire hand was engulfed inside her gaping vagina. I twisted and turned my fist sending her to even greater heights of rapture. I had never seen any ones cunt stretch to accommodate such a huge invasion. Lisa had rare talents.

"You mother fucker, you're driving me crazy," she howled. "Get your fist out of my cunt and shove your cock in me. I need your hot fucking meat in my pussy."

I withdrew my drenched fist from her cunt and crawled between her splayed legs. She grabbed my hard prick and pulled it into her center. I lunged full length into her, thumping against her cervix with a thud. She arched up off the bed and screamed, "Oh Sweet Fucking Mother Of God, Yes. Fuck me now."

Her legs locked around my back and I slammed into her. Her hole, having just accommodated my entire hand, was surprisingly snug, and absolutely scalding hot. I left no stone unturned as I swept savagely into her bubbling cunt. I pushed left, I pushed right, I hunched down and I lifted up, sending my flesh against all her inner surfaces. Each insertion to the bottom brought me into solid contact with her cervix.

Louise had the camera constantly trained on our lewd coupling. There was no love involved, simply pure animal lust. Intense, carnal, pornographic fucking. 

Lisa was fucking back, hard. She returned each thrust with a heave of her own, bringing us together with a thud each time I hammered into her. Our bodies were soaked with sweat. Her tits lolled on her chest, heaving in all directions. Her incoherent curses filled the room, mingled with my grunts and huge discharges of breath as our bodies lurched together. 

I felt myself starting to boil inside. The pressure in my cock was building to a tremendous level. I tried to relax but it was no use, the heat in my loins sent my steaming cum surging out into the wailing woman with such ferocity, it erupted out of her flowing hole around my cock like a river. Lisa lurched up off the bed and flung her arms around my back and pulled us tightly together. Her nails dug into my back raising welts as her teeth sank into my shoulder. I bellowed like a bull and slammed into her with renewed vigor and crushed her into the bad. I sent numerous blasts of sticky cum into her before I started to fire dry shots.

Louise was still behind the camera, carefully recording, with explicit clarity, the nasty acts being performed. I rolled off the semi conscious girl, drawing a flood of white ejaculate out with my retreating cock. The camera captured the flow and remained focused until the white stream had pooled on the sheets between her outspread legs. My cock lay over on my thigh, glistening with our mingled juices. Louise made sure she had a vivid picture of my sated condition.

Lisa stirred and rolled toward me. Her hand reached for my cock and slid over its slippery length. Her warm mouth joined her sticky fingers and she skillfully cleansed the remnant of our coupling from me. I had no strength left. I remained still on the bed, lying flat on my back. Sleep came easy after this session. I couldn't even respond to her mouth on my dick.

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I could hear voices. I thought I might have died in the night. After all, I had been fucked nearly half to death. Louise was in the next room, along with Camille and Lisa. When I finally forced my eyes to open and focus, I could see Camille sitting at the breakfast bar drinking coffee. She was wearing a shorty nighty, and I could see that her belly had started to swell with the baby inside beginning to grow. Her tits looked bigger too.

"Our friend in there fucks pretty good, for a white boy." I heard Louise say.

"Oh, he fucks much better than pretty good, if you ask me," Camille interjected.

"Well, Sisters, he can fuck me any time he wants to," Lisa added.

I felt like a sex toy, for some reason. But who was I to complain? I could get my ashes hauled at any time of the day or night and never have to leave the house.

I sat up on the edge of the bed. I hurt everywhere. I could feel the scratches on my back and when I rubbed my chest, I felt the bite mark on my shoulder. My cock stood tall and hard anticipating my morning trip to the bathroom. Camille turned her head and saw me sitting up.

"You look a little ragged out, Cool," she said. "You all right?"

"I don't know yet," I responded, "I'm afraid to move for fear of something falling off."

"As long as it's not that sweet meat," Lisa chimed in. They all giggled.

I stood and hobbled into the bathroom and was just aiming for the toilet. Louise put her hand on my arm and stopped me before I could go. I glared at her and she got the message, this was no time to get in the way unless you wanted to wear a yellow river. I took care of my business and rinsed my mouth with that vile tasting shit Louise calls mouthwash and walked naked in to join my tormentors.

I had pissed my hard on away and my Schwantz hung limply between my legs. Louise still had her long black duster on, and Lisa was naked except for her high-heeled shoes. A carafe of coffee sat on the bar. Louise immediately poured me a cup of the steaming brew when I entered the room. The woman was completely trained and I wished she were forty years younger so she would marry me. As black as she was, she was my favorite person on this planet, and I'd kill for her if necessary.

The events of the night before seeped into my brain, as the coffee took effect. I looked at Louise and asked, "That you working the camera, last night?"

"It was," her reply. "And y'all were hot."

"I'll say," Lisa mumbled.

"I saw your lights turn in. I figured you would be bringing Lisa home for a romp so I took a chance and came down. I saw you in the bedroom with the green lights on the cameras. I just stayed quiet and got the whole erotic scene on tape."




Life At Islands Estates Ch. 08



I sat on the sofa, facing the bar where the three women were sitting. I sipped on my coffee and listened as they discussed the way I eat pussy and how good my dick feels when it's sliding in your ass hole.

"Geez, you guys, is that all you got to talk about?" I whined. Again I got the round of giggles.

Camille looked weak. She jumped up from the bar and ran into the bathroom to get sick. Louise followed her and when they returned, Camille excused herself and went upstairs.

"Poor kid, pregnancy is such a bitch," Louise said. "She's got five more months to go."

Louise sat next to Lisa and I watched as Lisa leaned close to the black woman and parted her robe to expose her mammoth black tits. Louise lifted one in her hand and raised it before the younger blond girl, showing her the huge areola and nipple. Lisa touched it with her fingertips and softly rubbed the nipple to erection.

"Mine are so sensitive," Lisa stated. "I can cum by just rubbing my nipples. Virgil had me quaking last night."

"I saw," Louise breathed.

"You did?" Lisa asked unaware of Louise's presence in the room.

Louise told her how she had come downstairs and operated the camera throughout the whole time we had been fucking. Lisa's nipples grew visibly larger as Louise explained how she had witnessed me pushing my fist into her cunt and the ocean of juice that flowed from her cunt when I pulled my cock out of her. Lisa's fingers were busy on Louise's tits. Louise reached out and thumbed Lisa's swollen nubs and sent her into a sweet hard orgasm.

"Damn, Girl, you ain't lyin' 'bout getting your nuts off rubbing on your boobs," Louise exclaimed while holding firmly to her nipple. She reached her other hand out and took the other bud between her fingers and tortured it as she had done the other. Lisa swooned and lurched up on her stool and slipped through another spasm. 

"Ooooh fuck me, Louise, you know just how to touch them," Lisa wheezed through clenched teeth.

Louise dropped to her knees and spread Lisa's chubby thighs wide apart and swooped in with her tongue. I had hardened watching the two women so I moved behind Louise and knelt on the floor behind her. I stroked myself with one hand while I inserted a finger between her legs and into her wet box. No need for further stimulation here, I eased forward and buried my cock balls deep in her wetness. She was slurping madly on Lisa's open cunt while I piled into her from behind. Louise was tight this morning so it was only a short time until I emptied my balls into her hot recess and flopped out. Lisa jumped off the bar stool and pushed Louise down on the floor, covering her cunt with her sucking mouth. She made no pretenses about wanting my load out of the black woman's pussy.

I crawled in front of Louise and handed her my softening cock. She took me deep in her throat, savoring the juices, which coated me.

I filled the Jacuzzi bathtub with hot water and the three of us spent over an hour languishing in the hot suds. Lisa and I made plans to fly up to New York to visit Dianne in a couple of weeks. Louise got out first and went to check on Camille. I propped Lisa up on the edge of the tub and fingered her to a hard orgasm before she announced that she had to get back to St. Augustine.

I was eagerly anticipating our journey to New York, and spending a few days with my whacked out sister. Lisa asked if she could spend some time with the two of us and I told her she was invited to spend the whole week with us. She sucked my cock before she left and promised me I'd become a member of the Mile High Club on our flight up.

Another new adventure, I can hardly wait.



Life At Islands Estates Ch. 09



Dennis and Marie had been playing gigs all over the southeast. opening shows for the likes of Brian Hyland and Lou Christy. I was happy that they had found their nitch. They never let me down, though. The fourth weekend of every month, we had our gig at The White Lion, in St. Augustine and they were here for every one of them.

After we had finished our Sunday date, at the end of September, Lisa and I had scheduled our trip to New York. It had been a beautiful day and at seven in the evening as I pulled up next to the hanger, at St. Augustine Airport, it was still 85 degrees and clear. The plan was to leave the Nomad parked in the hanger, but I was taking my guitar and a small amplifier along with us so I could serenade the girls. I parked the car and crawled out looking around for Lisa. She was not to be seen, but the cargo door on the sleek little jet airliner stood open. I loaded my equipment inside along with my suitcases and a box of goodies Camille and Louise had packed for Dianne. I jumped down from the step on the side of the plane and turned to see Lisa walking across the ramp from the other side of the hanger.

I was a bit taken aback with her appearance. Her blond hair had been nicely coiffed and piled high on her head. She wore a short, dark blue mini skirt, black hose and heels. Her blouse was snow white with blue epilates, which displayed three gold wrap around captain's stripes on each one. Her large breasts pushed out threateningly, against the front of her crisp shirt. A pair of shiny golden pilots wings danced atop her left tittie as she walked toward me. I also noticed that her makeup had been impeccably applied. She looked smashing.

She waved as she approached and flashed a whole bunch of pearly white teeth, "Hi, Darlin'. You ready to go flyin'?"

"I can't wait. I'm all loaded and just waiting on your pretty behind," I drawled. "You look great."

"Thanks, Lover," she cooed. "I just filed our flight plan and we're all ready to sail away."

She touched a button and the gigantic hanger doors slowly swung shut. We exited the hanger through the walk door and Lisa keyed the lock and made sure all was secure. We boarded the small jet and Lisa showed me how to lift the ramp and secure the door. Soon we were buckled in to our respective seats and had taxied to the end of the runway. I marveled at the precision with which my friend handled the aircraft. She spoke briefly into the mic, swung the wheel and advanced the throttles moving the plane out onto the runway. We sat for several seconds before she again spoke into the mic and slid the twin throttle levers ahead to the stops. The powerful jet moved swiftly down the tarmac and into the air. The landing gear thumped into the bottom of the aircraft and the hydraulic screws closed the wheel doors. In less than four minutes, we had reached an altitude of twenty two thousand feet, and air speed of four hundred seventy five miles per hour.

Heading north up the coast at this time of day was awesome. The sun was far off in the western sky and you could see right down into the water. The sleek jet rode smoothly and Lisa was in her element. She made a setting to her autopilot and switched over to automatic. She flipped another switch, sending the radio sound over the speaker system throughout the cabin.

Lisa stood and smoothed her skirt and moved back into the cabin with me close behind her.

"Do we have any plans for New York," she asked as she took a seat.

"I don't know what Dianne has planned," I answered. "But I'm sure she'll keep us occupied."

"I'm sure she will," Lisa remarked. "I just want to suck on her pretty pussy."

"I'm sure that won't be a problem," I chuckled. "She's way into that activity. I'll bet she gets you laid too."

"What about you, Sweet meat?" she asked. "You think she'll get you laid?"

"I have no doubt," I responded. "She'll be the first one to want me."

"Oh you incestuous little fucker," Lisa chided.

"You better believe it, Sugar," I quickly answered. "My sisters are both grade A stuff. And hot to trot as hell."

"And I'm not grade A?" she whined.

"Prime cut, Honey," I answered quickly, not wanting to ruffle her dainty feathers.

She wiggled her hips and slipped her skirt up on her thighs to reveal her naked blond pussy peeking out from under her skirt. I had been standing a couple of steps away, leaning against a seat back. I kneeled down and crawled across the cabin floor and sniffed between her outspread legs. She smelled wonderful.

"Bow Wow," I woofed and lapped her damp pussy. She sprawled back in the seat and nudged her hips forward, spreading her thighs farther apart, allowing me much better access to her sweet cunt. I swept my tongue across her hairy slit several times sending her over the edge into orgasm-land. I leaned back, unbuckled my jeans, and positioned myself for a horizontal assault on Lisa's sweet pussy. I leaned forward and slid balls deep into her wet caldron.

She immediately started to rock in her seat. I fucked into her with steady long strokes, using the arms of her seat for leverage. Lisa screamed through another hard climax clamping down with incredible force on my rigid prick. I lasted exactly eight seconds after she went off and I emptied my nuts way down inside of Lisa. Hot, sticky, fuck juice flooded out around my stick and leaked onto the seat.

I removed my spent muscle from her clenching cunt and went to the head to gather some paper towels to wipe the cum from the seat. As I was returning, I heard a voice over the radio requesting Lisa to identify herself and squawk 107.2 for ground control. Lisa stood, covering her pussy with her hand to capture and leaking jizz, and made her way to her seat in the cockpit to comply with ground control. I scrubbed the seat as best I could and after finding a box of tissues, returned to the cockpit. I took a wad of tissues, and wiped Lisa's leaking cunt as dry as I could.

Lisa's face was still flushed, but she was back in command of the plane. Her skirt was still bunched around her waist leaving her wet pussy exposed.

"What do you do different from everybody else, that makes me cum so fucking hard, Mister?" Lisa asked turning her head to look at me.

I shrugged and said, "I have no idea, Hon. I just give it the gas and drive, drive, drive."

"Well, you get my vote for president of the 'Mile High Club' for this year," she said. "God Damn, I get off so good with you. You're not the biggest or the longest I've had, but you got different moves or somthin'."

I chuckled and hummed a little song I was working on in my mind. Her hand caressed my soft prick through my pants. Life is good.

We sailed through the night sky and shortly before ten o'clock; we landed at a small private airport on Long Island. Lisa received directions from the ground controller to the hanger area where she had prearranged to park the jet. Dianne would meet us at the hanger, with a car and drive us into the city, and to her home, which was located on the top floor of the building in which she had her lingerie business.

Lisa skillfully maneuvered the jet to a stop and switched off the engines. As the whine subsided, a white stretch limousine glided to a stop beside the plane. I opened the door and lowered the steps and was met by a cool fall breeze and Dianne's smiling face. She was wearing a full-length sable coat and she looked marvelous.

I jumped off the bottom step and embraced my beautiful blond sister. She covered my face with wet kisses and hugged me tightly. Lisa stepped out of the plane and Dianne gave her the hugs and kisses as well. We unloaded our baggage and Dianne's driver, a tall blond youth of about my age, busied himself situating all of it in the trunk of the limo.

It was fall, in New York, and there was definitely a chill in the air. Lisa and I were dressed in Florida clothes. The driver opened the door and the girls entered the limo, with me in hot pursuit. Dianne sat in the back seat, next to Lisa. I took a seat on the side with the ladies to my left. It was nice and warm in the car. Dianne shook the fur open, revealing her self to me. Under the coat she was wearing a lacy white, very sheer bra, panties, garter belt and hose. Nothing else. I heard Lisa suck in her breath as she caught her first glimpse on my statuesque blond sister. Dianne was smiling from ear to ear as my eyes roamed over her exposed body. I slid off my seat, tugged the shear gusset of her panties aside, and wedged my face firmly between her outspread thighs. Lisa fondled her soft mounds and soon had a turgid nipple in her mouth sucking and nibbling away. The limo moved slowly through the streets of New York, with the three of us in the back, behind the darkly shaded windows, enjoying the excitement of each other's hormones. Lisa opened my pants and tugged them down my legs. Dianne pushed me back on the seat, shrugged out of the fur coat, and straddled my stiff cock. Lisa guided me up into Dianne's slippery cunt. Her fingers dropping to gently fondle my balls while Dianne rose and fell on my erection. Dianne leaned forward, covering my mouth with hers. I felt Lisa position herself between our legs and her tongue make contact with my balls. She alternated from me to Dianne's upturned ass hole, slathering us both with her wet mouth. Dianne moaned loudly when she felt Lisa's long slender finger invade her puckered rosebud. Dianne fucked us vigorously until I released a torrent of love juice into her depths. She climaxed simultaneously and mashed down hard sending me deep into her center. Rolling off after her wave had passed, Lisa clamped her mouth over Dianne's dripping cunt and carefully extracted my offering from within. The limo pulled to a stop inside the underground garage at Dianne's building and the driver opened the door to witness Lisa locked between Dianne's legs, and me lying next to them with my softening cock, covered with our mixed excretions. "We're here Ms. Ellis," he announced and gently closed the door. I pulled my pants back up over my legs and stepped out of the car to tuck my shirt in. Dianne and Lisa untangled and they too climbed out of the vehicle. Dianne reached back inside and retrieved the fur, hung it over one shoulder and pointed to the elevator a short distance from where we stood. "Cory will bring the luggage up," Dianne commanded. Hooking her free arm through Lisa's elbow, we entered the elevator. The interior of the lift was all mirrors, reflecting your image back at you repeatedly into infinity. More Ellis money spent on elegance.

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Stepping from the elevator, on the uppermost floor of the aging twelve-story building, we entered the foyer of Dianne's apartment. The circular room was perhaps twenty-five feet across, with black marble covering the floor and walls. The ceiling was paneled with smoked glass mirrors. A light gray, granite three-tiered fountain bubbled in the center of the room with crystal light fixtures on the walls all around sending brilliant patterns of light throughout the room. Besides the elevator door, four other doors opened off the foyer. One door opened into a small sitting room, with a desk facing the door way and two large overstuffed leather chairs facing the desk. A long credenza stretched behind the desk with a table lamp on one end. Another door led to a large powder room all done up in red and gold velvet wallpaper with marble fixtures and dressing table. A shower stall and nook for the toilet opened off the main room. A third door led into large walk in closet where coats and hats and other items of clothing were hung, presumably those belonging to guests. The fourth door, a large double door, opened into Dianne's inner chambers. My sister evidently had a very dark side that no one in the family, except Camille, knew about. Her taste in interior design could only be described as bizarre. Black, gold, dark wood and glass, marble and granite, seemed to be the primary medium used throughout her digs. All the ceilings were mirrored. The floors either black marble with dark Persian rugs, or deep pile dark burgundy plush carpeting, with extremely thick padding. The first room inside was her great room. A huge stone fireplace dominated one whole wall of the room with huge Gothic looking furniture and various statues and art objects placed around the room. The kitchen was absolutely Medieval, with stone arches and a huge planked table, worn smooth from use and benches on either side. A nook opened off the kitchen where meals could be eaten separate from the rest of the kitchen. A large formal dining room with crystal chandeliers and great wooden cabinets with glass doors all around reflected our dad's taste in decorating. There were six bedrooms, each decorated differently, but nonetheless bizarre. Each had a large bathroom with tub, shower and bidet, all marble of coarse. Off the kitchen, separate from the rest of the apartment, was another small apartment where her help lived. Dianne told us she had three live-ins, Cory, our driver, his twin Craig, and a cook/cleaning lady Rita, who was the twin's older sister. I remembered mention of the twins from conversations while she was at Islands Estates for graduation. Rita was a new name and I wondered what sort of surprise we had in store when we met her. We didn't have to wait long, as Rita came into the room as soon as she heard voices. A more accurate account of Rita's entrance could be described as she flowed into the room in a diaphanous pale green swirling cloud of chiffon. Tall, like Dianne, but very thin, with flaming red hair cascading to her waist and swirling with the peignoir. Freckles covered her face and I assumed much more of her tight body. She breezed over to Dianne, still clad only in her lingerie and heels, and hugged her arm. "Is this him?" she asked, obviously she adored Dianne. "Rita, meet The Tall Cool One, Virgil Jr., and this is Lisa." Dianne extended her hand to Lisa who reached for it and Dianne pulled the two them close together. Rita carefully placed a soft kiss squarely on Lisa's parted lips. Rita was no more than twenty-one, but she was a stunner. "I'm so very happy to meet you both." She exuded complete sensuality. I took her offered hand, raised it to my lips and kissed it gently, on the back. "And such a gentleman, too." "Wait until you get him in bed, Honey," Lisa chimed in. "He's much more than a gentleman." "That's right," Dianne, concurred, "he's Ferdinand The Bull. How about you show our guests to their rooms and I'll get the boys to bring in the luggage and we'll have a toast to your arrival in the Big Apple and get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a busy day for us all." Rita captured Lisa and I by the arms and led us down the dimly lit hallway to our rooms. Lisa had the first room down the hall, and I had the next. The rooms interconnected so we could pass from one to the other without reentering the hall. Lisa sat on her bed looking around the huge bedchamber while Rita escorted me through the interconnecting door to my room. Mine was equally impressive with a huge king sized bed and lots other furniture, all very Goth, scattered around the room. Rita excused herself and was gone in a swirl of soft green. I glanced up and saw Lisa leaning against the doorjamb. A cigarette burned between her fingers and she held two glasses of wine. Dianne moved up behind her, with a glass of wine also and took one glass from Lisa and offered it to me. "Happy days," she said as she lifted the glass and we clinked them together and drank from the grape. "Oh, yes," Lisa whispered. "To many happy days." "And nights," I added. We drank together. Dianne walked over and sat on my bed. I joined her. Lisa excused herself and told us she wanted a shower and felt like a good nights sleep was in order. As she started to close the door, she stuck her head back through and asked, "Mind if I leave the door open?" Dianne stood, crossed over to her and hugged her. She gently kissed her and pushed the door back to its fullest open position. "All the doors in this house are open to you, Lisa. You never have to knock, or ask again." Lisa disappeared and Dianne returned to the bed. "I'm going to shower and change. When I come back, I'll want your beautiful hard meat in my ass." Dianne vanished and I heard a soft tap on my door. The young blond boy from the limo had my suitcases at the door and as he carried them in, I saw his twin entering Lisa's room. They were exact copies. Tall, blond, and muscular, almost albino in appearance, I thanked him for bringing the bags and he hesitated for just a few extra seconds. "If you need anything, let me know. I'm Craig." He stepped close to me, put his hand on my arm and whispered, "Anything at all, Okay?" I looked into his eyes and saw that he meant just that, anything at all. "I'll keep you posted," I said and turned to open my bag. I watched as he stepped through the door into Lisa's room. Lisa appeared toweling her hair from her shower She had another towel wrapped around her and tucked in over her big tits. The twins closed in on her and I watched as they rubbed her dry and one of them produced a big fluffy powder duster and softly feathered her body with talc. They sat her in a chair at the dressing table and brushed her damp hair many strokes. A blow dryer was produced and one of them dried her hair while the other turned her bed down. I watched as they escorted her to her bed and gently tucked her under the covers. This had been a very erotic scene and I vowed to retrieve my portable video camera from my music case and have it ready in case of any further stimulating activity which I was sure would ensue. I heard my door open and close and turned to see Dianne entering the room. She was naked except for her fluffy slippers. She is gorgeous. Almost forty-one and absolutely smashing. Big boned and full bodied, just like me. "I'll just catch a quick shower," I said, "don't go away." Upon returning from a brief shower, Dianne greeted me with many candles burning around the room. The dancing light gave the room a haunting presence. Dianne was sprawled on the bed waiting for me to come to her. It had been just over an hour since I'd fucked her in the limo and less than four hours since I had deposited a load deep in Lisa's hot cunt. I knew I'd last a long time and I hoped Dianne was ready for a marathon. We snuggled and caressed each other, she sucking me deep into her mouth and me licking her wet pussy and fingering her to a crashing climax. I spent a lot of time fingering her tight butt and had her writhing with sensations and begging for me to fill her with my dick. Not wanting to be the one to spoil a party, I briefly slipped my cock into her drenched cunt and then withdrew and filled her ass hole with stiff flesh. Dianne was on her knees, with her head buried in a pillow. The pillow muffled her screams of passion, but she returned east thrust with a push of her own. I rammed my cock deep into her snug rectum a hundred times or more before I felt the stirrings of orgasm build within me. When I came, I flooded her bowels with a river of molten man cream.
 We crashed into the bed in a heap. I remained on top of Dianne for a long time before rolling off. She pulled the covers over us and we slept.

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When I woke, Dianne was missing from my bed. A carafe of steaming coffee sat on the nightstand, with a huge stoneware mug. I peered through the open door into Lisa's room but couldn't see the bed from where I was lying. I rolled out of bed and took care of my morning business. I peeked around the corner into Lisa's room again and saw her riding the twins. One of the boys was on his back fucking her pussy and the other twin had his cock buried in her ass hole. The three of them were humping madly. Lisa moaned as the two young studs ravaged her soft supple body, sending her to the heights of ecstasy. The three writhing bodies reached a crescendo of passion at nearly the same moment. Each of the boys sending a great torrent of cum flowing into Lisa's expectant holes, drawing long moans from the orgasming woman.




Life At Islands Estates Ch. 09



I turned back into my room and poured myself a cup of coffee. I sat on the edge of the bed and marveled at the incredible events that had taken place in my life over the past year. I had been virtually cherry one day, and then, completely absorbed in a whirlwind of wild, perverted and incestuous sexual madness the next. Most of the wanton women in my life were much older than I and each of them exhibited completely different wants and needs. The only common denominator seemed to be my hard cock. Hoo-Ray for me! I never want it to change.

I sipped on the coffee and listened to the grunting from the next room. I walked to the door, and looked in. Lisa was evidently in the shower. The twin boys were on the bed, in a sixty-nine position, voraciously sucking the cock of his brother. I had never been interested in sex with another male myself, but there was something totally carnal about watching these two young men engaging in oral sex. I watched as each boy emptied his seed into his brother's hungry mouth.

I looked up toward the bathroom door and saw that Lisa had also witnessed the twins sucking cock on the bed. She smiled at me and winked. I shook my head no and she smiled again and retreated into the bathroom.

I pulled on a pair of khaki slacks and walked barefoot across the marble floors into the kitchen. Rita was busy at the sink preparing vegetables for the upcoming evening's meal. She brightened like a new penny when she saw me enter her realm.

"Good morning, Mr. Ellis," she beamed.

I stepped over very close to the red haired beauty and said in a soft voice, "Cool will do nicely, Princess. Mr. Ellis is Dianne and my father's moniker. When he passes away, then you can call me Mr. Ellis. Deal?"

"Oh, yes sir," she hastened.

"Try it now, Sweetie. Say Cool," I said.

She giggled and said, "Cool."

"Very good. You're a quick learner," I kidded her.

She blushed a deep crimson and smiled showing gorgeous white teeth.

"How'd you happen on the job with Dianne?" I asked.

"Well, the boys started here first, down in the shipping department, and when Dianne invited them to work in the house, Cory asked if she wanted a housemaid. I interviewed and Dianne hired me on the spot. The boys are a little strange. But, I guess I am too. We love working for your sister. She has an insatiable appetite for exotic sexual fantasies and the boys live out her every dream for her. I help sometimes and she's so good to me. I have just scads of expensive clothes and the sexy lingerie never quits coming," she explained.

"As beautiful as you are, you should be a model," I said.

"Oh, I do. I model for Dianne's catalogs all the time. I really don't like displaying myself for the customers though. Some of them are lecherous old men and nasty lesbo's. They give me the creeps. Dianne has a constant stream of them coming through downstairs and the other girls dress in the lingerie all day and on into the night to impress them when they come to buy for their stores. She even has the women in the catalogue department wear negligees and sexy stuff when they work. The guys wear silky boxers and nut huggers and like that," Rita continued.

"I go down there sometimes and help and you see the guys with big hard peckers and the girls have wet crotches in their panties. But everybody loves working here. The pay is great and you get to keep lots of sexy clothes. The women are getting plenty of fucking from the men and if you want to be left alone, all you have to do is tell Dianne and she puts you off limits. It's all kind of on the honor system, but it works. It gets a little drafty in the winter, but the new building next door will be more insulated and the packing and display rooms will be over there and the shipping and receiving will remain in this building. Wait until you see the layout, it's awesome," she concluded.

I was eager for a guided tour but Rita told me she had strict orders to wait until Dianne could join us before we toured the building. I helped myself to a cup of coffee and Rita showed me where to find bagels and cream cheese to tide me over 'til supper. I learned it was past two in the afternoon. We had slept the morning away.

Rita was gliding around the kitchen in a shimmering black caftan, which covered her from her neck to her ankles. Her hard nipples made pinpoint protrusions on the front as she bustled about her duties in the kitchen.

Dianne suddenly appeared, out of nowhere, announcing that she was ready to show Lisa and I her empire. Rita quickly exited the room and returned with a glowing Lisa.

"Dianne, Sweetie," she breathed. "Your boys have just made me feel so good. They gave me a bath and fashioned my hair and these clothes are sensational. I love you, Darling."

Lisa was adorned in red satin. Her bra, panties, garter and hose along with a floor length flowing negligee were all of the same crimson hue. Her nails, lips and eyes had been immaculately attended to and her hair was flawless. Dianne was similarly dressed in cobalt blue, with a diamond choker and long diamond earrings. Each woman wore high heels of the same satin shade as their lingerie.

"Women have all the luck," I complained. "That stuff feels so good rubbing against your skin. I'd have a hard-on all day if I wore it."

The three beauties giggled at my remark. Dianne took me by the hand and led me down the hall to my bedroom and opened the closet. The racks were hung wall to wall with shirts, slacks, jackets and other items of men's clothing.

"All silk, your size, all for you, enjoy the gift," Dianne drawled reaching into the closet and selecting a pair of silk pants with soft flowing legs and a matching Nehru jacket to match. She produced a pair of matching silk socks and soft leather loafers from the dresser and closet.

She helped me dress and we returned to the kitchen. Lisa was enjoying a bagel and Dianne spoke briefly to Rita regarding dinner and we were away to tour the offices and facilities of 'Dianne's Exotic Creations of NYC'.

A small private elevator took us down to the main floor of the building and deposited us in Dianne's Private suite of offices. These rooms were also decorated in the same dark stone and mirrored motif as her apartment. Her office opened into a larger office staffed by fourteen secretaries of all descriptions and sizes. Each woman wore some sort of erotic lingerie, which gave the whole scene a surreal atmosphere. Incense burned and everyone was engrossed in the task to which they had been assigned and the place was abuzz with activity. Dianne introduced us to each of her girls and all seemed to be of very high caliber and dedicated to Dianne and the business.

"They've all been with me for years and we're just like a family. I've helped them all through hard times and good and for that, they give me one hundred and ten percent loyalty." Dianne explained as we stepped out of the outer office into a large reception area teeming with activity. We stood to the rear of the room and watched as several girls and handsome young men, all dressed in the latest exotic under-things worked with a roomful of interested buyers, showing them many samples of the fashions for sale and also writing orders to be shipped overland or picked up later at the will call desk. It seemed like a very confusing operation but Dianne assured me that all of her people were highly trained and competent at handling more than one customer at a time and getting the orders accurately taken. From this room, we moved into a dimly lit area which served as a special services area for clients who wanted to see many of the styles modeled personally, instead of simply looking at catalogues. She explained to us that these were the heavy hitters and some of them required special attention in order to attract the millions of dollars they would spend bringing Dianne's Creations into their stores. An older gentleman and two very expensively dressed young women sat on the far end of the long room, in overstuffed chairs around a low round table which was some five feet across. A tall brunette model came from behind a curtain in the wall and walked over to the three people seated there. She stepped up onto the table and became illuminated by floodlights carefully aimed to expose the model to the viewer's scrutiny. The girl, clad in a severe black bustier, with black hose and heels, and a wispy shawl, pirouetted on the table showing the buyers each detail of her attire. Stepping down, she stepped over to each of the three and let them feel the material and anything else that they happened to find interesting. The old man slid his hand between her legs from behind and obviously diddled the model's shaven pussy, because she shook her finger at him and kissed him on top of his baldhead. "I pay these girls three hundred and hour to parade around naked in front of these fucking people. They prod and probe and some of them want to fuck them right on the table. The girls get monstrous tips and some of them have even married some of the buyers." Dianne chortled as we watched another model glide from behind the curtain and step into the light. We made our way across the room and into the dressing room where the girls were changing for the buyers. Rows and rows of racks loaded with every imaginable style and color of sexy clothing filled this room. Some of the girls were tall and slim, a couple were extremely buxom, and two of them were very large, like fat. Dianne told us that she sold exotic clothing for women of all sizes and that large women made up more than sixty percent of her business. "We shipped a hundred and ninety seven million dollars worth of fuck me clothes all over the world from here last year and we'll go way over that this year. Lingerie is like beer and cigarettes, you just can't get along without them." She informed us. We rode the elevator up to the next floor and Dianne showed us how her catalog sales department functioned and we watched as hundreds of packages of clothing rolled down a roller conveyor in plastic bins which were then packed in either quilted shipping bags or boxes of various sizes and labeled for shipment. Some went to the post office, and others were picked up by UPS. We rode up to the next floor and we were shown how the orders were filled and the bins sent down the conveyor. This floor bustled with activity and everyone seemed to be very efficient at his or her respective jobs. I commented on the efficiency of her operation and my big sister beamed from my praise. The upper floors of the building housed even more huge cartons of erotic clothing, which were being opened and sorted and sent down to the various departments that distributed them. In all, Dianne employed three hundred and ninety two people. I was impressed and so was Lisa. The tenth floor was devoted to leather and latex clothing, which included whips, paddles, and other leather items related to sexual fulfillment. The eleventh floor was a special department devoted solely to the mail order distribution of marital aids. This of coarse meant dildos, fake pussies, various styles of vibrators and strap-on harnesses, handcuffs, whips, collars, blow-up dolls, liquids, lotions, lubricants, gels, scents, how-to manuals and God only knows what all else. Our tour had taken over three hours and I was getting the hungries. We ended our tour where we started, in Dianne's private office. Dianne explained that she had to tend to a couple of matters before dinner so she excused herself and sent us back up to Rita for drinks and snacks. Rita had arranged a spread of various snacks on a long buffet in the large dining room. Several bottles of wine and champagne were tucked carefully into two large ice buckets and a tray of stemmed crystal glasses sat close by. A fully stocked liquor cabinet hugged the wall at the end of the buffet. I opted for a Walker Black and water while Lisa hunted for a beer. Rita explained that a couple of Dianne's associates would be joining us for dinner and suggested we have a snack to tide us over 'til then. We helped ourselves to some of the goodies and I wandered around the apartment, absorbing some of the artifacts throughout and trying to get a sense of how my sister came to be so different from me. Her taste in decorating and mine were like the two sides of different coins. She was into dark foreboding colors and stark surfaces. I preferred rich woods and textured plaster with lots of color and daylight. I walked into each room and took note of how each seemed to have it's own theme. The great room was like a mammoth dungeon with the black walls and floors and huge stone fireplace. The dining room and kitchen were right out of King Arthur's Castle. I found a room that I surmised to be the den or sitting room. An ornate carved mahogany bar occupied one corner with a complete liquor selection on shelves behind. Oriental style furniture made the room appear completely different from all the other rooms in the apartment. The pictures and mirrors in this room were all framed with heavy gold painted frames. Wicker baskets with huge plumes sat in one corner and intricately painted vases sat proudly on many shelves and tabletops. A large Persian rug covered much of the floor with highly polished dark wood flooring surrounding it. "A penny for your thoughts." A soft feminine voice spoke from behind me. I turned to see a smiling, very lovely overweight woman of about forty, standing in the doorway. "I was just enjoying the room," I said. "Isn't it wonderful?" The woman asked. "Truly," I answered. I extended my hand and said, "Hi, I'm Virgil." She captured my hand and moved closer. "I'm Casey. Dianne and I are old friends in the garment business. I'm assuming that you are the guitar player?" "Your assumption is correct. I play the guitar." I looked into her dark eyes. She had truly gorgeous eyes, large and round, the color of a deep lake, blue but almost black. Her makeup looked as if it had been professionally applied. Her full pouting lips shone with a deep burgundy gloss and her teeth gleamed like pearls. Her hair was the color of chestnuts, long, smooth and coiffed out kinda puffy. Casey was a large woman, 5'-8" tall and easily two hundred fifty pounds. She was wearing a flowing burgundy silk robe trimmed in gold down the front and around the bottom and cuffs of the billowing sleeves. One button held it together at the neck. Her gigantic breasts forced it to stand way out in front. Her thimble sized nipples made nice big bumps in the robe. I could not see if she wore anything under it but I assumed I would get my chance.

"May I offer you a drink?" I asked.

"Thank you, bourbon over ice," she smiled.

I clinked a couple of cubes into a rocks glass and splashed some dark bourbon liberally over them and handed Casey the glass. I gestured for her to sit on one of the smartly embroidered sofas. I watched as the big woman drifted across the room and sat on the edge of the seat. I move across from her and sat facing her. The shimmering robe parted as she sat revealing a corset beneath the robe of the same color and design. Her legs, sheathed in silver silk stockings attached to the corset by long garter straps, parted the robe. Her nipples remained carefully covered by the robe but I could see that she had nothing covering them.

We sipped our drinks and I learned that Casey and Dianne had been friends for over twenty years. Casey was a designer of women's fashions and she was responsible for many of the designs offered by Dianne's wholesale department. A charming and articulate person, we soon became very comfortable with each. She asked if I might play some music later and I eagerly agreed after I told her I had brought enough equipment along to do a little practicing.

She finished her drink and asked if I wanted another. I accepted and watched as she gracefully crossed to the bar and returned with our refills. She sat next to me this time. She leaned back into the sofa, crossing one leg over the other. The robe fell away, uncovering the dark patch between her thick thighs.

"No reason to be modest around here," she remarked. "We'll all be naked and fucking like bunnies before the night is over anyway."

We both laughed at her remark and I reached over and uncovered her magnificent tits. Her rock hard nipples stood out like beacons in the night. I leaned over and gently nibbled on each of them making them even harder. Casey sucked in a great lungful of air and exhaled.

"That feels marvelous," she wheezed. "But we better stop until Dianne gets here. She likes to direct traffic, if you know what I mean."

I chuckled and sat back up straight. Casey sucked the remainder of her drink down and went to the bar for another. I had reached capacity for now and excused myself to go and find my guitar and amplifier.

I went to the kitchen and found Rita and the boys, all dressed in little French maid aprons, busy preparing our dinner. I inquired as to the location of my guitar and Cory explained that he had put it in the great room so we would have more room when the rest of Dianne's guests arrived. I thanked then and admired Rita's cute buns and hard little titties. I decided that I wanted some time alone with sweet Rita before I went back to Florida. I found my stuff in the big dungeon room as advertised and I proceeded to plug in and tune up my old Fender. I was sitting there fooling around with a few chords; generally just warming up, when Lisa made her appearance. She was still dressed in the same outfit as earlier.

"This place is really weird," she said.

"No shit, Sherlock, my sister has a darkness inside I didn't know about." I added.

"I'll bet it cost her a fortune to do all this marble and mirrors. Look at all the statues and stuff. This place is a museum," she said.

Lisa lit a cigarette while I played a few rhythm lines on the guitar. Casey wandered into the room and I introduced the two women and they bunched up together on a leather couch next to me, to get acquainted while I fiddled on the guitar. I kept watching them and soon Casey was reaching between Lisa's legs and sinking her chubby digits into Lisa's hot pussy. I smiled and shook my head. The women around me were certainly oversexed.

The elevator door in the foyer opened and Dianne and two other women stepped out and joined us in the big room. Rita appeared out of nowhere and quickly lit dozens of candles about the room, giving the room an eerie glow. Dianne introduced her two friends to Lisa and I. A shapely blond named Sheri and an older Latin woman, Juanita. Both women were extremely well dressed and classy.

Dianne excused herself to go and freshen up. Rita attended to a round of drinks for everyone. The twins appeared and each of the newcomers attached themselves to one of them and they drifted to other parts of the room to chat. I continued to play softly on the guitar. Casey and Lisa seemed to be enjoying my tunes and we joked and chatted about nothing. I looked beyond the couch to where Juanita and Cory had moved and watched as the Latin beauty sank to her knees in front of the boy and ducked under his cute little apron and took the full measure of his long slender prick down her throat.

I nodded in their direction and Casey and Lisa swiveled their heads around. We watched as the woman quickly brought the youngster off into her hungry mouth. The girls giggled and rubbed each other. Things were warming up in a hurry. The buxom blond had Craig's face wedged tightly between her legs, holding him firmly by the ears. She grunted through a quick climax and straightened her skirt before she thought anyone had seen them. Wrong, we had seen the whole episode reflected in the overhead mirrors. I guess Dianne had a method to her madness after all. 

Dianne reentered the room in a shimmering silver negligee and black pumps. Juanita and Sheri rejoined us by the couch and Dianne instructed the twins to take them and find them something more suitable to wear for the occasion. Both women stated that all they needed was to visit the powder room out front and they would be fine. They returned moments later, wearing only bra, panties, garters and hose, both looking fine.




Life At Islands Estates Ch. 09



I played music and we sang a few songs together. Drinks flowed like water and soon everyone was mellow. Rita announced that dinner was ready and we all departed for the dinning room. The table had been set with pewter plates and cups and piled high with steaming platters of lobster, potatoes, and veggies. Wine was splashed in every ones cup and the feast began. We ate until we could eat no more and we returned to the great room. Dianne snuggled up on the sofa with Lisa. The twins and the other two visitors disappeared down the hall and Casey sat with me in front of the fireplace.

The big woman had removed her silk garment and now I had a good look at her large figure. She was packing a lot of weight, but she was extremely attractive. The corset she wore pushed her huge tits up giving them a support.

"You ever fuck a fat broad before?" she asked.

"I have, indeed," I answered.

"What did you think?" she probed.

"I thought it was wonderful. I fuck her often and enjoy her every time. In fact, she's forty-one years older than me." I explained.

"How old are you?" Casey asked.

"Nineteen," I answered.

"Dianne tells me you're quite a stud. Think you can ride an old mare like me and get me off?" she was smiling now.

I stood up and pulled off my jacket. I dropped my silk pants to the floor and stepped in front of the chubby woman.

"Think you can take nine inches up your ass?" I asked.

Casey reached out and encircled my erection with her plump fingers. "Praise Jesus for this prick," she whispered. "I was afraid you'd be skinny like the boy toys over there. I need a club tonight, and here you are."

She swallowed my cock all the way to the balls and held me tight against her face. I knew I was in for a time now. I humped into her throat with long slow strokes. Her tongue was alive on me continuously, giving me even greater sensations. I wanted to taste her pussy so I extracted myself and dove for the muff. She scooted forward to the edge of the seat and spread her legs wide apart. I wallowed in her soft hairy bush, pushing my tongue deep into her weeping hole.

Dianne and Lisa came over to us and each of them took one of her heaving melons into her mouth. Casey erupted into my mouth in a torrent. She reminded me of Helen and Karen Blossom. Her flow continued all the while I licked her, drenching my face and hands with her lubricant. Suddenly she bucked hard against my face and squeezed my head between her thighs. Her orgasm was tremendous, sending a flood of warm yellow liquid flowing over me. I couldn't believe it; she had just bathed me in urine. I jumped back but for some reason, I dove back into her dribbling cunt. Her uncontrolled release of piss turned me on.

"Oh yeah, Baby," Dianne breathed. "Now you know how the yellow rain feels. I can't get enough of it, Cool. Hot piss running down your body is so fucking fantastic, Oooohhhh," Dianne fingered herself to orgasm as she was confiding her fetish to us.

Casey relaxed a little and pulled me up from between her legs. She laved my face with her tongue, tasting her many discharges. My cock seemed to find its own way into her slobbering cunt for I found myself buried full into her without realizing I had entered her.

Lisa had maneuvered herself around behind us and I suddenly her tongue touched my ass. I pumped my cock hard into Casey's wet cunt. There wasn't a lot of friction due to her liberal flow. Lisa slipped her fingers in beside my pistoning prick and drew a loud moan from the swooning woman beneath me. Lisa's fingers took up a vigorous motion, causing the big woman to buck much harder against me.

Casey howled with pleasure when Lisa pushed two fingers into her slippery ass hole. She writhed vigorously under me, whining and mewling constantly as Lisa ravaged her tiny hole.

"Put your cock in my butt, Virgil," Casey begged. "Stretch me real good."

I humped her cunt several more times and them pushed back, nearly sending Lisa to the floor when I bumped into her. She crawled up and helped to guide my raging prick into the fat ladies butt. I pushed in and Casey pushed back against me, popping my helmet through her tightness. Her moans rose up to the next octave and increased in volume with my intrusion into her secret realm. I pulled back and eased into her again. Her scream brought Dianne back over to us to make sure I wasn't hurting the big woman. Dianne reached between us and parted Casey's fat lips with her fingers and stroked three long digits into her sopping cunt. Her thumb found her clit and started a quick massage.

I hammered into her hot ass with all the strength I could muster. Lisa mouthed Casey's heaving nipples as Dianne continued her assault on Casey's throbbing pussy. I was nearing the end of my journey any pounded into Casey repeatedly until I was ready to release a monstrous blast of cum into her bowels. Casey stiffened, locking her legs behind my back pulling me into the farthest depths of her ass. Dianne was furiously scrubbing the spasming woman's clit with her fingers. 

Casey was a cummer, and cum she did, with both barrels, gushing her juices out in a torrent over Dianne's churning fingers. I thundered into her, sending a molten river of sperm far into the bottom of her being. Casey topped out, screaming like a banshee. Lisa clamped her teeth down of Casey's nipple and Dianne raked at the thrashing woman's cunt until suddenly, Casey released a storm of scalding yellow piss from her exploding pussy, drenching both Dianne and me in a torrential shower. She bellowed at the top of her lungs. The hot flood lasted for more than a minute leaving the four of us awash in her pee.

I fell forward onto the sweating woman, still locked firmly into her ass hole and held there by her strong legs. Dianne's hand remained trapped between us and she lay against Lisa who was franticly Frenching Casey, who still humped steadily against my buried cock as if to summon more cum out of me. Finally, the spent woman slowed and her legs unclamped from around my back. I pulled my drained dick from her still clasping ass hole and sat back on my heels. The floor had been flooded in piss and it flowed under the couch and across to the table behind me. I sat back and plopped my butt down on the cold marble and just sat there surrounded in piss.

Casey was lying back on the couch, her legs stretched out in front of her with her feet on the floor. The sated woman was smiling. Dianne looked at me with an evil grin on her face and said, "So, she's a pisser. All right then."

Dianne stood up and straddled the prone woman's legs placing one foot on the seat and her other knee against the sofa. She reached between her legs and pulled the crotch of her panties to the side and Lisa and I watched as Dianne let a trickle of piss dribble out onto Casey's already saturated bush. The flow increased 'till it splashed over the woman's belly and thighs, sending another flood onto the floor. Lisa did the same except she stood on the sofa, bathing Casey's upturned face in a stream of hot piss. Lisa's flow washed down over Casey's face and funneled between her gigantic tits and over her stomach.

Dianne sat down between Casey's thighs, leaning her head back into Casey's cunt and crooked her finger at me, "Your turn, Big Guy, do us all."

Lisa scampered down and pushed her face close to Dianne's. I stood and moved over the three women and strained to make myself go. Finally, I started to pee. I sent a stream down onto the faces of both Dianne and Lisa and whipped it up over Casey's big belly and pussy. Dianne and Lisa started kissing each other and soon were wrapped in a tight embrace entangled between Casey's fat legs.

I had to sit. My legs were numb from kneeling on the hard floor. I stumbled over and sat on the edge of the chair facing the sofa where the three women still pawed each other. I heard a groan behind me and turned to witness one of the twins bent over the arm of a chair with the Latino woman, Juanita ferociously fucking his ass with a huge black strap-on dildo. The boy loved it; I could see it on his face.

The blond woman and the other twin were still not to be seen. Rita stood in the doorway, in her little apron and heels, smoking a cigarette. She walked over and stood next to my chair. I looked up at her. Speech was still chancy, at best, so I just looked bewildered. Rita smiled and brushed the hair back out of my eyes.

"C'mon with me, Cowboy," she said smiling. "Lets get you cleaned up and ready for bed."

I nodded dumbly, reached my hand up to take hers and followed her down the hall like a child.



Life At Islands Estates Ch. 10



My willowy, red headed companion marched me down the hallway and straight into the black marbled shower stall. The warm water came at me from all angles. Rita's hands felt like velvet on my skin. She washed away all the remnants of the evening's sexual activities, leaving my skin tinkling from the needle sharp spray of the shower. We stepped out of the shower and toweled each other dry.

Rita opened a double door, which led into a small salon off the large bathroom. The salon was equipped with a massage table, a reclining stylists chair and a complete array of beauty and hair styling paraphernalia. She spread a towel out on the massage table and had me lie on my front. She opened a bottle of aromatic oil and poured a liberal amount on my back.

"Okay, Cowboy," Rita cooed, "I'm going to rub some oil into your skin and tuck you in bed. Tomorrow morning, I'm coming back and give you the 'Full Meal Deal'. So get a good nights sleep."

Her sensuous hands roamed over my entire body carefully covering me with the fragrant oil. She even made sure to get between my toes and behind my ears. She paid special attention to my buns and the area under my balls. When she finished, she walked with me to the bed, kissed me lightly on the nose and covered me with the soft satin sheet. I was asleep before she turned out the light.

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The smell of coffee invaded my olfactory senses and drew me up out of a deep sleep. I opened one eye and surveyed what I could see of the room without moving my head. I was alone in the dim light of a candle flickering on the nightstand, illuminating a stone mug full of steaming coffee. I sat up on the edge of the bed and sipped cautiously of the potent brew. I'd learned from experiences at home with Louise that hot coffee would stand you straight up if you were not careful. This was one of two lessons all parents should make a part of early training for every child. The other rule is don't eat yellow snow.

There were candles flickering in the bathroom and the little salon as well so, I decided to sprint for the john and have my morning quiet time before I was forced to make any other decisions.

I was still alone in the room when I came out, so I found a brightly colored silk robe and wandered out into the hallway and toward the kitchen. I crossed through the great dungeon room and noted that all vestiges of last night's orgy had been carefully cleaned and the faint scent of pine cleaner hung in the air. Dianne must have quite a crew behind the scenes here, because I had neither heard nor seen a soul with a mop or a bucket or any other cleaning supplies since I had been here, and the place was always immaculate.

I glanced at the big clock sitting on the mantle over the fireplace. It struck 7:00 AM as I stood in the center of the bizarre room. I turned and continued into the kitchen. The twins and Rita were in the breakfast nook and she appeared to be having an argument with the boys. She was shaking her finger in one of their faces, I couldn't tell them apart so I didn't know which it was, and explained that it was none of their business. She saw me as I entered the room and stopped her tirade. She swept into the room, red faced due to her embarrassment over being caught chastising the boys.

"Morning, Mr. Cool, what can I get for you?" asked Rita.

I held my cup up on my finger and said, "Point me to the coffee pot and I'm a happy man."

She giggled and reached for the cup. "Here, let me," she said. "Have a seat at the table and I'll be right there. The twins disappeared as she returned with the cup.

"I'm sorry if I interrupted anything," I said.

"Oh, it's not really a problem. Those two just piss me off sometimes. They think I'm supposed to jump into the middle of all the crazy stuff that goes on around here. I just get the creeps when it gets like it did last night with that Casey and her two cohorts. They only come a couple of times a year but it's nuts when they are around. It's been three nights this week and Casey pisses all over the place. The cleaning ladies even complained this morning about the furniture in the big room." Rita was spilling her frustrations.

"Sorry, Hon, I added to that mess I'm afraid," I interrupted as she took a breath and reached for a smoke.

"Oh, it doesn't really matter, it's just not my scene. I like to be a little more laid back than some of Dianne's friends," she continued. "I like men, much more than I like women."

Her fingers stretched across the table and touched the back of my hand. She moved them in a small circular motion over the back of my big hand. Her nails were immaculately manicured. Not extremely long, but flawless and colored dark red, nearly black.

Rita got quiet. Her eyes welled but no tears flowed. I sipped my coffee and waited for her emotion to pass. She pulled her hand away and it was as if you turned something off on the back of my hand. A feeling was no longer there. She puffed on her cigarette and mashed the butt out in an ashtray. She stood and gathered her robe around her and extended her hand to me.

"I promised you something last night, before I sent you to bed. Today, you get Rita's special," she said, smiling broadly.

I walked with her back to my bedroom. She closed the hall door and the door to Lisa's room, snapping the locks on both doors. "You are mine for the next few hours, and we don't need anybody bothering us," she announced as she shrugged out of her robe and laid it over the end of my bed, which had mysteriously been made up since I went to the kitchen.

Rita ran a tub of hot water and instructed me to sit and soak for a while. I did as prescribed and watched as she readied her tools to work on me. She laid out her shears and combs, nail and cuticle items and arranged a selection of lotions and powders on a small counter near the salon chair and massage table. Towels and tissues were also situated here and there. I felt like a lamb being readied for slaughter.

Rita kneeled next to the tub and used a huge sponge to cleanse my entire body, leaving my hair dry. I mentioned that and she told me that would come later. After drying me, she ushered me to the salon chair. After spreading a huge towel over it, I sat. She moved her tray of exotic implements to a small table and positioned a stool at my feet. She poured a big dollop of pink lotion in her hand and started rubbing my left foot. She rested it on her knee and massaged each toe and each bone and every muscle and tendon in my whole foot. My feet bother me most of the time anyway, so what she was doing felt marvelous. After spending ten or more minutes on my left foot, she moved over and did likewise on the right.

"You are hired," I said through the wonderful sensations. "That feels fantastic."

"Do your feet ache?" she asked.

"As a matter of fact, my feet do hurt sometimes. Especially if I'm standing for a long time playing music," I answered.

"You have flat feet," she said. "Shoes with special arches will help you a lot. You need to see a foot doctor and get a prescription for special inserts for your shoes."

"I'll do that if you promise to rub my feet again tomorrow morning," I said.

"I'm your slave," she giggled.

After the foot massage, she proceeded with a pedicure and while she was filing on my toes I asked, "Do you do this for Dianne?"

"No," she said, "Dianne has her own personal trainer and staff to take care of her needs. I just hired on the help the boys. But, I think the time has come for me to look ahead. I love Dianne and I love working here, I just worry about all the crazy people she has around here. Last night was nothing."

"It gets pretty weird around my house too," I told her and for the next hour I explained about The War Room, Louise and Camille, Marie and Dennis, my video room and sound studio and the other strange goings on around Islands Estates. I also told her how beautiful it was on the river and about the salt marsh and the old historical buildings in St. Augustine.

As I was finishing my story she was just sitting with her chin on her hands listening to me. Rita is a lovely woman.

"It sounds crazy too, but not nuts like it is around here," she breathed. "I'd love to see it some day."

"So, come back with us and visit," I told her.

"Really?" she gasped.

"I'll tell my sister I'm stealing you for a few days," I said.

Rita was beaming as she readied a bowl of warm water and soap for me to soak my fingertips in. She placed one on my paws in the bowl and exited to find us a bit of breakfast. I leaned my head back against the chair and closed my eyes.

"If you aren't the picture of contentment, I don't know what," Lisa commented from the door. "This looks like a very kinky thing this hand in the water business."

"Hi, Lisa. Rita's making me pretty," I mused.

"You're already pretty," she said. "She's making you gorgeous."

"I could say something crass here, but I think I'll just keep my rebel mouth shut and enjoy the attention," I concluded.

Lisa walked over and stroked my naked cock with her soft hand, bringing an immediate response.

"You enjoy the redhead. I'm looking for the cute blond kids. Bye." And she was gone.

Rita returned with a tray covered with Danish pastries and another cup of coffee.

"Is that for me?" she giggled when she saw my nearly erect pecker.

"I hope so," I sighed.

I ate with one hand as she manicured my other. After finishing with the nails, she massaged my hand for a long time. Then she moved to the other side of the chair and did the other hand. The massaging felt grand.

When she ran out of hands, she tipped the chair to an upright position and had me move to the massage table, and lie face down. Rita started at my ankles and worked up one leg, then the other. Kneading and pushing each muscle as she traveled upward. She rubbed many hands full of fragrant oil into my skin as she worked each area with skillful attention. She spent a lot of time on and around my backside and lower back and up to my shoulders and neck. Then she had me flip over and she repeated the whole process with me lying on my back.

A lot of time was spent around my scalp and upper neck. I felt as though I would float off the table as she continued. My dick remained in a semi-hard state throughout her entire massage. I suppose it was patiently waiting its turn in her wonderful hands. She never touched it the whole time. A tiny stream of clear pre-cum had begun drizzling over my stomach. Rita leaned down and carefully licked the clear fluid away with her tongue. My peter achieved maximum hardness but she still ignored it.

Next she moved me over to a shampoo sink and washed and rinsed my shaggy hair and had me sit back in the salon chair again. She took up her scissors and styled my hair like a pro. She trimmed and dried my hair and sprayed it slightly so it would stay put. She them leaned the chair back and wrapped my face with a steaming towel and while I was covered, I listened as she stropped a straight razor over a long leather strap which hung on a hook near the wall.

She pushed the chair back to upright and lathered my face and I got my first shave with a long blade. When she had finished, she swiveled the chair and there in the mirror was me, with long sideburns still remaining and the shadow of a new goatee.

"Now, one last item on the menu," Rita explained and again dropped the chair back on full recline.

She lowered the chair as low as it would go and draped a towel across my legs and poured some scented oil in the palm of her hand. She slowly reached her hand out and captured my erection, smoothing the warm oil all over it. She began stroking me from root to tip, adding more oil as I absorbed it. I laid my head back against the chair, closed my eyes and allowed myself to concentrate on the exquisite sensations I was feeling in my groin. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt myself loading up to fire a rocket. Rita slowed her motion and held me firmly around the bottom for several seconds until the feeling passed.

She did this repeatedly until I was near collapse. She finally oiled her hand one last time and zeroed in on her final objective, launching a torrent of my sperm skyward. And launch I did, sending great strings of thick white semen into the air and falling back onto Rita's hands.

Rita made a ritual out of cleaning my discharges from her hands, my cock and stomach with her hot mouth. She laved me until I was dry, taking my shrinking member deep into her mouth and savoring the lingering flow. I had no idea in the world a hand job could feel like that. Louise had done it to me once, but nothing to compare with Rita.

"I'm taking you home with me, forever," I said. "Dianne's on her own."

Rita giggled and reached for a huge feathered powder duster and dusted me from head to toe with soft powder.

"You're done," she announced. "Get dressed and I'll feed you in the kitchen."

We stood and she busied herself straightening the salon. I reached for her and pulled her into my arms and leaned in to kiss her. She pulled back and looked deep into my eyes. We locked in the stare for a full minute. Rita closed her eyes first, and melted against me sucking my tongue all the way into her mouth. We kissed hard and passionately. She pulled away and patted me on the behind.

"Sex later, Cowboy. Food and fun first," she instructed.

Strange girl. I wanted to consume her. I will soon.

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Rita had laid out a pair of soft, knit pants and a loose fitting shirt on the bed. I dressed and wandered out into the apartment. I found Lisa sitting in the Oriental room leafing through a women's magazine. She looked ravishing in a bright red dress and heels.

"Lets go shopping," she said. "Rita says she'll show us some of the good stores so we can get some stuff to take back with us as gifts."

I agreed and went in search of our guide. Rita said to meet her in the foyer in ten minutes and she would be tickled to show us the town.

We rode the elevator down to the garage and found Cory standing by with the limo and we were off on a whirlwind tour of Manhattan.

We drove from Dianne's building on West 37th Street and 7th Avenue, east over to Broadway and then south. Traffic was heavy but we kept moving. Rita insisted we walk through Macy's department Store and there she guided us through the women's apparel department and showed us a large selection of lingerie from Dianne's.

We toured lower Manhattan and then drove north along Broadway past theaters and fine restaurants and grand hotels. She had Cory drive us across the Queensboro Bridge onto Long Island.Our tour took us through Queens and past Shea Stadium and back south through the city and back into Manhattan. We made several stops along the way and Lisa collected a huge pile of mementos to take back to Florida.

Rita informed us that Dianne had plans for the four of us to attend a musical show on Broadway tonight. We would be having dinner at one of the great eateries before the show and we would be the guests of our friend Casey from last night. It was almost dark when we returned from our tour and we had to hustle to get ready for the evening.

I found a tuxedo laid out upon my return to my room and hurried to get dressed. The bow tie was a mystery and I had to have Lisa help me. She was stunning in her strapless silver formal. Rita emerged in a floor-length red number and Dianne dripped in diamonds and blue silk. I would be the talk of the town tonight with these three beauties on my arm.

We plunged into the limo and a short drive brought us to a glittering place called Lily's. We were ushered to a private area in the rear and warmly welcomed by our big friend Casey. She was dressed to kill as always and she seated us so I was right next to her, with Dianne on her other side. The waiters closed in on us and the food and drinks started to arrive. The conversation was light and always seemed to return to some kind in sexual inference. Casey's hand found my thigh on a regular basis and I wondered if she intended an encore performance of last night's activities. I hoped not because I would dearly enjoy spending the night in Rita's embrace.

I excused myself to make a mission to the men's room. I was standing at the urinal when the door opened and Casey stalked in, snapping the latch on the door behind her.

"I've done something wrong?" she demanded.

"What gives you that Idea?" I asked in return.

"You haven't as much as touched me since we arrived here," she snapped.

I really didn't know what to say so I just stepped up and kissed her full on the mouth, smearing her lipstick slightly.

"I have four lovely dates tonight," I said. "I wasn't paying anybody special attention for fear of upsetting someone else."

"Oh," she said, "I thought you might be upset."

"On the contrary," I said as I pulled her skirt up to her hips and stooped to pull her panties down. She stepped out of them and I stuffed them in my pocket. I pushed two fingers in her wet snatch and twirled them around. She shuddered and bucked against my hand. I dropped her skirt and said, "We had better get back, we don't want to be late for the theater."

As we sat, Dianne nudged Casey and whispered in her ear, whereupon Casey extracted a compact from her purse and quickly repaired her lipstick smear. I chuckled to myself.

Dinner concluded and we were rushed back to the limousine and off to the theater. We found ourselves seated in Casey's private box, just above the stage and off to the right. The box was curtained and only persons sitting across the stage in boxes on the opposite side could look in on you. This would be more difficult when the stage lights were on because of the glare. The five of us sat comfortably in the elevated box with plenty of room to move about in our seats. Dianne and Casey disappeared soon after the play started and Lisa and Rita sat close to me cuddling from each side. I soon felt a soft hand in my lap and looked to see Rita's hand holding Lisa's. I had an arm around each of them and we enjoyed the first act of the musical. 

As the house lights came up between acts, I looked across into the box on the other side of the stage and saw Casey and Dianne sitting with an elegantly dressed couple. Dianne and the woman were engrossed in a conversation and Casey appeared to have her hands between the gentleman's legs. We watched as the woman laughed and touched Casey on the shoulder. Casey lowered her head into the man's lap and sucked his prick into her mouth. She was blowing him right in front of the woman and Dianne. Dianne was smiling and the woman laughed. I pointed out the scene to Lisa and Rita who told us that the people were friends of theirs and they had been to Dianne's previously. The man evidently shot his load in Casey's mouth because she stood up and kissed the woman after she finished the blowjob.

We continued watching as the woman dropped to her knees and raised Dianne's formal to her waist and buried her face in Dianne's crotch. My sister held on the to back of a chair as the woman brought her swiftly to orgasm and stood back up.

"They never stop," Rita lamented. "It just goes on and on."

"It's just like this at home," I said. "Almost every day."

Lisa was massaging me through my pants. Rita giggled and joined Lisa in her massage. I was already hard from watching the people in the other box. Rita found my zipper and pulled it down.

"Care to join me?" she asked Lisa.

"I'd love to," Lisa replied and the two gorgeous women pulled my stiff prick out of my fly and proceeded to take turns sucking on it until I emptied a huge load into Lisa's mouth. Rita whined and Lisa covered her mouth and sent my discharge flowing into her mouth. I was in heaven.

The lights dimmed and the second act of the play began. Dianne and Casey returned with a bottle of champagne and glasses. We enjoyed the rest of the play and as we left, I was glad that I didn't have to drive because I was tipsy from the sparkling wine.




Life At Islands Estates Ch. 10



The limo delivered us back to the apartment whereupon, Dianne and Casey dropped us off and continued on to another engagement after Lisa, Rita, and I opted to go home. Rita promised us a midnight dessert and coffee in the Oriental room after we had changed out of our evening clothes and disappeared.

Lisa and I changed into nightclothes and joined up in the poshly decorated sitting room. Rita emerged with a tray covered with tasty petit-fors, and a carafe of coffee. We enjoyed the sweets and coffee.

"So, Rita," Lisa began. "How long do you want to stay in Florida?"

"Oh, I have no idea," Rita gushed. "I haven't even thought about what to take yet."

"You'll love Islands Estates, and Louise is just a doll. Camille is peaches too," Lisa continued.

"I know Camille," Rita explained. "She's been here several times visiting Dianne. Cool tells me she's expecting. I think that's so exciting."

"You know that the baby is Cool's, don't you?" Lisa asked.

"Oh, I know. I think it's so neat. I'd love to have kids someday. I just hope I can find a nice guy to marry," she said.

"I'm getting used to the idea of having a kid," I interjected. "I'm probably going to spoil him rotten. Just like me."

The girls giggled and Rita asked, " Did I spoil you this morning?"

"I could get used to that," I said.

"The boys gave Lisa the same treatment yesterday afternoon," said Rita.

"Oh God yes," Lisa breathed. "And then they both fucked me blind. Have you ever made it with the boys?"

"No, that's where I draw the line," Rita explained. "If I started with them, they'd pester me for the rest of my life. I love them dearly, but I don't want to be sexually involved with them."

"How do you feel about Cool and his relationship with his sisters?" asked Lisa.

"I don't have a problem with the idea, it's simply those two boys. They're a pain in my ass and I just don't want to have sex with either one of them. They're weird." She concluded.

"I can understand that," Lisa remarked and lit a cigarette.

Rita picked up the tray and placed it on the bar. She came back and sat next to Lisa on the sofa and fired a cigarette for herself. We chatted and Lisa told us she was heading for the bedstead.

Rita stood to leave too. I reached for her hand. "Spend the night with me?" I asked.

"You sure?"

"Yup."

We walked to the bedroom, her head resting against me as I held her. We undressed each other and slipped into the cool bed.

"I told Dianne I was going back with you tonight," Rita said as she curled against my side.

"How'd she react?" I asked.

"Oh, she was all excited and told me we'd have to pack all kinds of clothes. She wanted to know for how long and I told her I wasn't sure. She said that if I decided to stay for a while, just to let her know so she could find another housekeeper. I told her to find somebody right away." Rita was making plans.

"Great," I said, "Louise will be stoked when she hears, our last girl ran away to South Florida with my dad. Our house is huge and it takes more than one person to keep track of it."

"Tell me about it," she said.

I spent the next half hour telling her all about Islands Estates, and the Coastal Florida area. I also told her about all of the women that I had around me there and how I hoped it wouldn't bother her that I was involved with them. She assured me she was cool with my lifestyle. Things were much more laid back there than it was with Dianne.

I told Rita that tomorrow I wanted to buy some stuff for the baby to take home. She said that we'd make a special mission just to fill my wish list in the morning and the rest of the day we could go to New Jersey and sight see.

Rita's hand had found it's way to my chest and she was idly brushing her fingers through the soft hairs on me. Her head was on my shoulder and my hand reached down her back and cupped her butt cheek. She snuggled closer.

"How you feel about Camille and me making a baby?" I asked.

"I love kids. I'd like to have some with the right guy. Certainly, not my brothers. But I think that if you and Camille want to have a child, it's wonderful. I'm really happy for Camille because she's such a great lady," she said.

I had forgotten that Rita and Camille had met before.

"Jersey is as far as I've ever been from the city," Rita remarked.

I couldn't believe she'd lived in the concrete jungle all her life and hadn't seen all the neat places that I had. We were about to embark on an adventure.

I squeezed Rita's cheek and she purred against my chest. Her soft fingers traveled down over my stomach and circled my soft prick. She kneaded me gently. I started to grow in her hand. Her lips searched for mine and we kissed again. This time it was slow and deep, tongues darting in and out, wrestling. Her foot swept slowly up my leg and back down. Rita is sensuous and warm. I sought her breasts and touched her rigid nipples, rubbing and teasing each until she moaned softly. I bent my head down and sucked her bud into my mouth and nursed on it, then the other. Rita rolled her head back and I listened as she breathed through her mouth. I pulled my arm from under her head and rolled on top.

I pushed between her legs and positioned myself to mount her. As my stiff cock touched her wet lips, Rita arched her back, pushing herself around my engorged head. We lowered back to the bed together. I advanced a little farther into her tight sheath, savoring the warmth of her. I rocked back and then pushed in a little farther. Rita exhaled and pushed up again, pulling me in. Her tightness was incredible. I felt every ripple of her inner walls slipping along my cock, as I dipped deeper into her well.

It took several minutes before we nestled together, belly to belly. I stayed quite still, only moving slowly in short movements until she expanded enough to allow us a smooth motion. We hadn't spent a long time on foreplay and she took a while to lubricate so she was comfortable. We increased our movements gradually until I was hammering into her with long forceful strokes bringing long growling moans from her throat. I started to boil quickly and felt the rumblings of impending climax building. Rita was throwing herself furiously at me. My first impulse was to hold back but I was too late. I thrust against her as I felt myself bursting inside of her. Her tightness increased as she clenched her muscles around me signifying her release was upon her. I erupted again and she clenched harder, pulling me deeper into her being. I flooded her again and she clenched me again, until we were both spent.

We rolled over, remaining coupled, her face tucked into my chest. I held her gently.

"You feel good inside me," she whispered. I flexed and she sighed.

We fit together very nicely. Her cunt was warm and soft, and snug like a winter glove. We stayed linked together, not moving. Her breath became deep and even as she drifted off to sleep. My cock was still inside of her. Not hard, but not quite soft either. I flexed myself a couple of times and I felt her stir. She didn't wake up, she just moved a little. I slowly humped into her and soon I was stiff again. She remained asleep. I kept moving in slow short strokes, easily so as not to wake her. After a long time, I could feel myself getting ready to cum again. I continued my slow assault until I gently dumped my nuts in her hot pussy again. It was pure torture to let myself go without disturbing her sleep. Her cunt involuntarily milked me as I released into her. What a fantastic feeling.

Rita stirred, we were still coupled but I was shrinking. Her tightness soon pushed me out. I don't remember falling asleep. But, I'll always remember that night with Rita.

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I was yanked from sleep by Rita's insistent shaking on my shoulder. "Cool, get the phone. It's your dad."

I sat up and rubbed my eyes free of sleep and reached for the receiver. "That you, Pop?"

"Jesus boy, it's after 7:00 in the fricking morning and you're still in the rack? You got way too much money," he bellowed.

"Dianne and her friends are trying to fuck me to death. What's a mother to do?" I whined back.

"Look, Chum, when you coming back south?" he asked.

"We're planning on Friday, but I'm flexible. Why?" I asked.

"I got wind of a land deal we can't pass up and we gotta go fast on it. You know the state land across the river from us there? Well, it's for sale along with a huge tract that reaches all the way over past U.S. 1 and north about seventeen miles, and all the way over to the coastal highway. Might be eighty square miles or more. We need to look at the legal on it and get that shyster lawyer on it pronto. The feds are going to kill us on capital gains again, this year, if we don't get rid of some money on something big soon." The old man was excited. I had seen it before and it always meant he made lots of money, As if he needed any more, he had more than the Vatican now.

"We have plans today. How about if I talk to Lisa and we'll fly Thursday?" I asked.

"I'll hold, find her and bring her to the phone," he instructed.

I called through the door and Lisa stuck her head into the room. I asked about early departure and she said she would be ready at my command. I relayed the information to dad and he asked if we could detour through Miami and pick him up on our way. Lisa concurred and our plans were made. I informed Rita of our schedule and we decided to make the shopping run early and forego the sightseeing so we could pack and have our freight delivered to the airport for our departure the next day.

I jumped out of bed, showered and gulped some coffee and went down to Dianne's office to relay our schedule to her.

The door of the elevator opened into her private office and I found her seated at her desk deeply involved in a long distance conversation with one of her manufacturers. Her call ended and she stood and came around the desk to hug me. She was barely dressed in sheer flowing silk but she was stunning. I told her of our plans for early return to Florida due to business. She pouted.

"I'm stealing Rita," I announced.

"So I was told. You treat her like a lady; she's different from all the rest. She's gentle," Dianne instructed.

"She's hot like a two dollar pistol too," I said.

"I'll have your clothes all packed and sent to the airport tonight. If you have anything else you want sent there, tell the boys and they will take care of it," she stated.

I told her of my plans to shop for gifts for the baby this morning and she said Rita would get one of the twins to help us find what we needed and get it all to the airport. We also made plans to spend the evening with just Lisa, Rita, Dianne and myself at the apartment for dinner. She grabbed the phone, made a quick series of calls and sent me back up in the elevator.

Cory drove us over to Hoboken to a monstrous toy store where I purchased several stuffed animals, two baseball gloves and a bat along with a box of baseballs. Lisa helped me find a whole selection of infants clothing for both boys and girls at a department store. We stopped at a jewelry store on the way back to Dianne's where I bought Louise and Camille matching diamond studded Rolex watches and a pair of dangly diamond earrings for Helen. I got Dianne an emerald broach for putting up with us and for Marie I found a large diamond and ruby butterfly pin. On impulse, I also bought two huge diamond and blue topaz cocktail rings that went about four carets total weight. I intended to give the rings to Lisa and Rita on the flight home.

The lady in the jewelry store was a bit skeptical as she totaled the ticket on my purchases. She asked how I intended to pay the one hundred six thousand dollars.

"I don't carry that kind of cash with me," I said. "But, if I could trouble you for the use of your phone, I'll have my bank issue certified funds to cover a check."

I made a brief call to our friend Vince Pitello, at the bank in Flagler and handed the phone to the clerk. She smiled and nodded and made a note on the ticket and hung up.

"I'll just find you some pretty velvet boxes for your gifts and be right back, Mr. Ellis. Is there anything other way I might serve you this morning?" she asked.

Lisa giggled in Rita's ear, "Not unless you want to give him a blow job."

Rita cracked up and I just looked at the two women and shook my head. The lady asked for me to follow her back into the office to sign receipts for the certified check and wait until another girl would bring the jewels in. I sat in a big leather chair and watched the lady efficiently complete the papers for the sale of the jewels.

Her name was Connie. She was a small woman and nicely packaged in a gray business type suit and white blouse. She wore hose and heels and her hair and makeup were pleasing. We made small talk while we waited for the package.

"I heard the crack your friend made out there," she said.

"Don't pay any attention to her, she's an airplane pilot," I replied.

"She's lovely," Connie said wishfully. "And I would, you know."

"Would what?" I asked.

"Suck your cock. For a sale like you just made, I'd have your baby," she breathed.

I stood up and walked around her desk. I leaned on it facing her, both feet still on the floor. I unzipped my fly. She reached in and pulled my erection out.

"Oh my," she said as she covered me with her mouth. She went right to work and gave me a very professional blowjob, swallowing my discharge and not spilling a drop. I zipped up and took my seat just as the other girl brought in our package. After the other girl departed, I thanked my lady friend; laid two one hundred dollar bills on the center of her desk and said, "Take off your panties."

She removed her tiny thong and held it out, hanging on her finger. I took the wisp of black lace and tucked it in my pocket. I walked out the door and found the girls by the front door waiting patiently for my return.

I thanked Lisa for tipping off the saleslady about the blowjob and we climbed into the limo. The ride back was short and quiet.

"Did she suck you off?" Rita asked as we climbed out of the limo.

"Of coarse she did," Lisa said. "Just look at him. He's all smug and full of himself."

I just smiled, and held up the panties.

We carried our bundles out of the elevator and found a pile of cardboard boxes sitting in the foyer. Cory and Craig were frantically packing all the clothes Dianne had put in my closet and she had also arranged for a whole pile of stuff for Lisa and the girls back home. Rita's belongings were also being readied for the trip. I asked Lisa how much we could carry on the jet, and was informed that we could fill the passenger compartment full and still have enough power.

The boys spent the afternoon ferrying everything down to the garage where it was loaded on a delivery van whereupon Lisa and the boys made a run the airport to load and make arrangements for fuel and file the flight plan.

Rita made arrangements for a caterer to bring dinner in and at eight o'clock; we were seated around the table in Dianne's dining room enjoying a fabulous prime rib. The girls were beautiful, as always. Dianne would be sad to see us go, but after I explained my call from dad, she understood.

Dianne looked at the other two women and asked, "Do either of you mind if I have my baby brother after dinner for a while?"

They both shook their heads and giggled. "Prime rib for dinner, prime man meat for dessert," Lisa giggled.

After we had finished dinner, the girls excused themselves and left Dianne and me alone. She stood and motioned for me to follow her to her bedroom. As we entered, she closed the door behind us. Her room reminded me of The War Room at home.

The room was black marble, of coarse, with mirrored ceilings. A gigantic dark wood canopy bed dominated the center of one wall with two huge matching nightstands on either side. A great wooden chest, dresser and armoire graced the other walls and thick black carpeting covered the floor. A huge dark brown leather sofa and chair sat across the room from the bed.

Dianne excused herself and disappeared into a dressing room and returned wearing a leather studded collar and leather cuffs on her hands and ankles and high heels.

She came into my arms and kissed me deeply and pointed to the posts at the foot of the bed. Two short chains hung at the top of the posts and at the bottom.

"Hook me up," Dianne instructed as she stood facing the bed and holding her arms up. I snapped a hook from each chain into a ring in each cuff and Dianne was now standing with her legs spread wide apart, hooked at the floor to each post and her arms were hooked high above her head to the top of each post.

"The straps are in the cabinet over there," Dianne said, indicating the large armoire with a nod of her head.

I opened the doors and was stunned at the extensive collection of leather whips and paddles. I selected one very similar to the one Louise preferred, about four inches wide, over a foot long and slightly flexible. I also chose a soft cat-o-nine-tails.

I stood behind Dianne and brandished the paddle on her twin globes 'til they shown bright pink. Dianne had uttered not a sound as I thumped her ass firmly with the strop. I switched to the other whip and laid it softly across her back, leaving a row of pink marks.

"Again," she said.

WHOOSH!

"Again," she begged.

WHOOSH!

"Again, harder."

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

Three times. Her head hung forward. Her back was covered with pink welts. She never even whimpered.

I stood back and inspected my sister's condition. I had not been very aggressive with the strapping, but you could still see the reddening of her skin. This was not my forte, but I participated out of respect for Dianne's wishes. I removed my shirt and pants, and kneeled behind my suspended sister. Running my hand up between her stretched open thighs, I discovered her to be leaking female lubricant profusely from her neatly shaven slit. I kissed her buttocks and swirled my tongue over her tiny rosebud. Dianne stiffened and took a deep breath with the contact of my tongue. I continued to lick and fondle her bottom as I slipped a finger into her seeping pussy. I played with her for a long time. Her juices flowed out of her and down her legs. My hands were drenched.

I crawled up on the bed and lay on my back, with my head between her legs, facing up. I licked up at her dripping hole and she yelped when my tongue swiped her clit. She attempted to clamp her legs against my head but was prevented from doing so by the restraints, which held her firmly spread-eagle, and upright above my face. Her big breasts were heaving with her labored breathing and she was slick with sweat.

I reached up and grasped her heavy tits and kneaded them firmly. She threw her head back and moaned.

"I want you in me," said Dianne.

"Not just yet," I replied, roughly slapping her extended clit with my tongue again. Her secretions were soaking my face. I love it when a female gets excited and oozes her scented juices on me.

"I need you now," Dianne begged with much more urgency.

"Oh, I don't know. You've been an absolutely terrible girl today, and I'm not sure if you should be allowed the pleasure of my attention or not." I was really laying it on thick now. Dianne was getting tense and I was enjoying the fact that I had control of my controlling sister.

"Please, Cool, let me down and fuck me, I really need you in me," she pleaded.

Her hips were bucking, pushing her pussy against my wet face. I extracted myself from between her legs and went back behind her. I picked up the paddle and laid another sharp stroke on her pink cheeks. Dianne trembled through a brief climax.

I released her feet first and then her hands, pushing her face down over the foot of the bed. With her feet still on the floor, and her tortured ass in the air, I pushed my hard cock into her slobbering cunt. She gasped as my beefy intruder slipped into her smoldering sheath. I bucked into her hole holding her firmly by her haunches. Dianne was gurgling into the bed.




Life At Islands Estates Ch. 10



I rubbed her sphincter with my thumb and received an immediate response from the thrashing woman.

She threw her head to the side and cried out, "Put it in my ass hole, Cool."

I popped my thumb deep in her tight hole. She cried out and pushed back. "Shove your cock in my ass, Cool. Put your cock in it."

I pulled out of her pussy and loaded her ass with meat. She really cranked up now; bucking and throwing herself back against me. Her orgasms engulfed her and she cried out into the bed covers as she ground against me.

I filled her with an avalanche of thick cream, grinding my exploding prick as deep as I could lever it into her. Her hands clenched the spread pulling it loose from the bed and pushing all around her face as her muffled screams echoed in the large room.

I leaned away withdrawing my withering cock from her still clasping hole. She remained thrown over the end of the bed while I went to the bathroom to start the shower. I set the water very warm and returned to drag my sister with me into the marble stall.

We took a long hot shower and rinsed our mingled fluids of each other. Dianne dropped to her knees and softly mouthed my soft cock with the water flooding over us. She looked up and smiled, removing her mouth from me and said, "You know what I really want, don't you?"

I nodded my head and took my prick in my hand and pointed it directly toward her face. I concentrated until I started to piss. My stream built to a steady flow and I painted her hair, face and tits in warm yellow pee. The spray from the shower flowed over us washing it away as fast as I leaked it out. My sister is a freak, but I love her to death.

We dried off and I helped her make the bed back up. We crawled in together, snuggling together. This would be our last night together on this trip, and it had been a doosie.

Tomorrow, Lisa, Rita and I would depart for home in Florida. Dad and I were about to embark on a very interesting business venture. New York had been an experience I won't soon forget. And, Rita was coming home with me. Oh what great joy! 



Life At Islands Estates Ch. 11



I was bounced out of sleep, and what to my wondering eyes should appear? I was looking directly at Rita's bouncing rear, which was stuck up in the air because her front was clamped over Dianne's hungry mouth. Rita was also energetically taking liberties at the junction of Dianne's wide spread thighs. I guessed it was a farewell kiss but there was a lot of moaning and groaning going on which led me to conclude, the kissing had progressed down to good old cunt lapping. Watching two writhing women, enjoying each other, makes my dick hard.

I made my ritualistic morning trip to the facilities and returned to see they had flipped over and Dianne was now on top. I stroked myself harder and positioned myself behind Dianne, over Rita's sucking mouth and slipped into Dianne's wet pussy. I felt Rita's hot tongue travel the length of my hardness as I advanced full depth into Dianne. My sister's movements became frenzied, as I filled her with hot meat. Rita swabbed me liberally as I ravaged Dianne. Rita came first under Dianne's frantic ministrations. Dianne clamped her pussy around me, as her orgasm raced through her system and settled in her center, causing me to send a surging flow of thick love liquid deep into her.

Rita pushed me off and clamped her sucking mouth over Dianne's expanded hole, vacuuming my deposit from within. The two women remained entangled on the bed while I went for a shower. Soon, they joined me for a sudsing. After which, Rita and Dianne disappeared leaving me to finish packing my suitcase and get ready for our return trip.

I stuck my head into Lisa's room and found that she was all ready, and her bags were in the foyer. I dropped my bag by the elevator and went to the kitchen for some coffee. Lisa was decked out in her pilot's outfit and looked scrumptious. We had coffee and when the others joined us we all climbed aboard the elevator and headed for the airport.

I presented Dianne with her emerald broach and we hugged and kissed and said our goodbyes. Rita and Dianne were all teary-eyed but soon we were all loaded in the sleek little jet and taxiing away from the hanger. I sat in front with Lisa for take off but after we had reached altitude over the Atlantic, I moved back to chat with Rita.

"That was awesome," Rita exclaimed. "I've never been in an airplane before."

"This one is a foxy little number," I told her. "Lisa is a great pilot. We'll be in Miami in about three hours and home an hour after that. This thing really hauls butt."

"It's so smooth, and quite," she marveled.

"And so full of shit. Look at all the stuff we're hauling back," said Lisa, as she wandered into the nearly full passenger compartment. "Almost no room for sex."

"Hey," I said, "we can fuck standing up if we need to."

Both of the girls laughed and Lisa handed us each a Coke. I reached in my pocket and produced the two cocktail rings I had purchased in New York. Handing one to each of the beauties seated on either side of me I watched as their eyes widened as they took in the immensity of the gift.

"Treats for the sweet," I said, and received a sloppy kiss on each cheek from Rita and Lisa.

"It's gorgeous," Lisa said.

"Mine too," echoed Rita.

Suddenly the radio started to bleep and Lisa shifted back to her duties as captain of our ship. She called back over the intercom for me to come forward. Dad was on the land link. I nestled in the seat opposite Lisa and spoke into the microphone. Dad bellowed back at me, like he was trying to bridge the distance without the aid of the radio.

"When you be here?" he asked.

I looked at Lisa and she indicated about an hour and fifteen minutes. I told him what he wanted to know and he said he'd be at the same place as the last trip, don't even shut it down, he was traveling light.

Seventy-three minutes later we rolled to a stop right in front of the old man. Dressed in cut-off jeans and a flowery beach shirt, looking like he just crawled out of a grass shack.

"'Bout time, Jesus, what you gotta go through to get a ride." The old chap was his usual charming self.

He tossed his bag up to me and climbed aboard. I pulled the door shut and Lisa turned us around and taxied out. Dad shook my hand and hugged me as he climbed through the door and stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed Rita sitting across the cabin. He just pointed and looked at me.

"Oh, dad," I said, "let me introduce you to a little sweetheart I met in New York. Rita, meet Virgil Senior."

She played the coy redhead and batted her long eyelashes at him and extended her hand. Dad hoisted her tiny paw to his lips and first sniffed it then gently kissed the back. "Chanel #5?" he asked.

"Very good," said Rita in her very best New York accent. "I see you are a man of the world."

Pop waved his hand and collapsed into the seat across from Rita leaving me to sit next to her. "Nope, I've got a little Spanish Mamasita that loves to bath in it at home. I recognized the scent."

Fifty-nine minutes later, we taxied up in front of the Holiday's hanger at St. Augustine Airport. Dad made a call and arranged for our cargo to be picked up and delivered to the house. I loaded my guitar and amp and our necessary luggage in the Nomad. I gave Lisa a big sloppy tongue kiss and promised to see her real soon. Rita, dad and I climbed into my car and headed for Islands Estates.

Dad pulled a folded map out of his pocket and unwrapped it on his lap in front us as I drove. I was heading down U.S. 1, just south of St. Augustine. After about twenty minutes time, we crossed the St. Johns, Flagler County line and came to State Road # 204.

"The property in question starts just south of here at Old Kings Road, and extends all the way over to A-1-A," explained dad, "and south to the east-west railroad spur that runs over to the end of Roberts Road, at Lamberts Cove. It includes all the property across the waterway from our property. I figure it to be about sixty square miles or more."

"What's the price tag?" I asked.

"Fifteen and a half million," he said nonchalantly. "But there's potential to develop a whole city, with three or four thousand homes and other commercial developments. You'll have to build schools, churches and stores, and roads. You could be a millionaire before it's over, son."

"Dad, we're already millionaires hundreds of times over," I said.

Rita sighed and said, "I love you, Cool."

Dad and I both looked at her and laughed.

"Look on the bright side, Boy, I stayed out of your hair all summer," he rambled on. "Now we have got to get rid of some cash, before the end of the year and we might as well get Camille busy designing us a city and make us a couple of hundred big ones before some other fool gets wind of this deal. Besides, we can set your sister and your kid up for life and sub the hard stuff out to the blue collar boys and let the lawyers and the accountants screw us out of whatever they can and still die with a smile on our faces."

I had seen the old man like this before and he had a nose for making money. I decided to throw in with him. We set sail for Islands Estates. Our partnership on the development was sealed.

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I wheeled the little station wagon east on to State Road 100, shifting down into second gear. I tromped the foot feed to the floor opening the throttle plates on all eight barrels of the modified 327 cubic inch Chevy engine. The Nomad screamed into action sending the needle on the tachometer swiftly up to 5500 RPM. I slammed the gear shifter into third drawing a howl of protest from the Mickey Thompson, wide boot tires and hurling the green car forward at a frightening speed. I shifted into fourth, backed off the gas and took a quick peek at pop over on the other side of the seat. Rita was snow white, and the old man was smiling like a Cheshire cat.

"Louise bought this pile of iron," he laughed. "I drove it home but, fuck me, I had no idea it had that kind of horsepower."

I just smiled and made the turn north on A-1-A. "I just had her tuned up." I chuckled. "I think she'll put the Crown Victoria away in a straight out drag race. But the Ford's tighter on the road."

"You are nuts!" said Rita with her very best New York accent.

Dad laughed again, "Stick around, you ain't seen nothin' yet."

I eased off the road into our back drive and backed the Nomad into my space by the door to my studio. I gunned the foot pedal to give notice that we had arrived and shut the power off. Pop was out of the car in an instant and rushed into the house to find Louise and Camille.

"He'll probably fuck both of them before dinner," I told Rita.

She looked at me wide eyed and stared up at the back of the huge stone house.

"Nineteen thousand square feet of concrete and stone," I explained. "Over six hundred and fifty acres, and a mile on the river. And it sounds like it's about to get a whole lot bigger."

Rita gawked at the house and turned toward the river. Taking in the scene for the first time, for a city girl, it must have been awe-inspiring.

"It's beautiful," she breathed. "I've never seen anything so beautiful in my life."

I kissed her lightly on the lips and said, "Welcome home to Islands Estates. Now, lets go and meet the rest of the inhabitants.

"Bring the skinny redhead up here," dad hollered at us from the balcony above. "Louise wants to get a look at her." Dad has such a delicate way of putting things.

I escorted Rita in through the studio entrance and up the stairs to the kitchen. Louise engulfed the poor kid in a big black mama bear hug and Camille squealed in delight at seeing Rita. As I recall, I had forgotten to mention to them I was bringing her home.

"I found the perfect replacement for Janice," I told Louise. "Boy, can she cook."

"You let the girl be," Louise scolded me. "I'll take care of your friend here, and make her feel right at home."

Dad pulled me by the shirtsleeve and beckoned for Camille to follow. We went into his study. "Mind if we use your study?" he asked.

We'll have to go downstairs then," I said. "This is your study."

"It's your house now, Boy. Every, by God, square foot of it. I gave it to you and you own it, I want you to have it." He growled.

"Sure, Pop, you can use my office. But first, let's have a beer." I headed for the den and the bar. Dad and Camille followed me. Dad plopped down at the bar and unfolded his map. I retrieved the beer and handed a Coke to Camille. We spent the next half hour explaining our plan to Camille and she was enraptured at the thought of the development.

Dad answered several questions for Camille and then the big question came.

"Who writes the check?" Camille asked.

"Your brother," dad explained. "Then we form a corporation. You and I each buy in for five large. I stay silent for now, Camille gets hired as design consultant, Cool is CEO and corporation president, and we find a lawyer to do the business legal stuff. My thought is to send the Blossom woman to law school, set her up as a general partner, and cut the shysters from Ormond Beach out of the picture, all together. Hell, Cool's bank account has three times that much in it now and I can't remember how much is still in trust, but it's more than enough to get all the credit we need to fly. Besides, we just sit on it for a couple of years and let the whole thing appreciate, get the Blossom woman barred so she can make decisions and you two can get to work on a design proposal for Flagler County. We're gonna raise eyebrows when the deal goes through for cash, but who cares? I've pissed off the low rollers in this county for years and it's just too good to pass on, even if all you do is sit on it and sell it off later. You can only make money on land."  

Camille and I agreed with his assessment and we shook hands on it.

"Is this private or can the servants join you?" Louise piped in from the door.

We let Louise in on the plan and she was excited. "We'll have to have a party to kick the whole thing off," said Louise.

Rita was standing back by the door. I got up from my stool and went to her and ushered her into the room. Louise found herself and Rita a glass of wine and we toasted to our new adventure.

"Damn, Boy, she's a real looker," dad said appreciatively.

"Yes, Father," I replied, "She is a beautiful woman. I stole her from Dianne and brought her home with me to make Islands Estates even more beautiful than it already is."

The old letch rolled his eyes and every one in the room, including Rita, had a good laugh.

Louise helped Rita to settle in the bedroom suite across from Camille and I set out with Rita to take her on a guided tour of the estate. For more than two hours, I walked Rita through the various rooms in the house, excluding Marie's upstairs apartment. When we finished with the main floor, I took her downstairs and into the sound studio. I switched on some music of the band and explained how some of the various equipment worked. Then I showed her the progress we were making on the video room and demonstrated how the large cameras worked and also told her of some of the pornographic scenes we had recorded. She indicated that she would be interested in seeing them and we walked through more of the studio and then back into my study. I opened the door into my bedroom suite and she stood in the door way agape at the opulence of my sanctum sanctorum.

The room was dim, the lights from the fishpond giving most of the illumination. The pumps on the pond filters were running and the water cascaded down from high up on the stones, down into the pool. The sound of the water is most tranquil. Louise had spent extra time in this room while I was gone. The wood surfaces of the furniture gleamed in the dancing light. A burgundy, velvet spread had been placed on the bed, and satin pillows piled at the head. Fresh candles had been placed in all the necessary holders around the room. A dim light shown from the bathing and dressing area and I noticed that the towels were burgundy to match the bedroom.

I walked past Rita and pulled her into the room with me. I stopped close to the big chairs and she came into my arms and our lips met in a ravenous kiss. Our tongues slapped at each other and Rita lifted one foot off the floor and hooked it behind my leg. My hands found each side of her head and I held her face where I could kiss it all over. First her mouth, then her cheeks, then her nose and eyes and back to her ears and down to her graceful neck and back to her hungry mouth. We kissed a long time.

Rita was wearing a beige silk suit, with blouse and skirt, all of which was soon scattered on the floor along with my shirt and pants. Her transparent lace bra and panties followed quickly. All that remained were the sheer nylon stockings and lace garter belt. Her hands held me by the ears and I buried my tongue deep between her swollen outer lips, searching for her sheathed clitoris. Touching her love button with my lizard tongue brought a great moan from her, and a trembling in her legs. I stopped and moved her to the chair. Sitting back, with one leg thrown over an arm and the other splayed out to the side, I delved back into the center of Rita's churning sex.

Bucking against my face, Rita experienced another strong orgasm. I was sliding two fingers deep into her as I continued to manipulate her erect clit with my thumb and tongue. She clamped her legs tightly around my head and thumped hard against my face. This time she pushed me away, after the sensation had passed, and rocked me onto my beck in the floor. She moved out of the chair and smothered my hard cock head with her mouth. She sucked with tremendous force bringing me way down in her throat. Her hand followed her lips up from the bottom as she drew back.

Rita was born to suck cock. She had given me the best hand job ever, in New York, and now she was demonstrating her expertise at the fine art of fellatio. I lay there on the floor with my eyes closed and simply let her have her way with me. Her tongue was alive on my hardness, never stopping. She toyed with my balls and swept her spear into my relaxed anus and back again to my throbbing cum cannon. The sensations emanating in my cock head traveled through my body to my brain, exploded there, and returned again to my blood engorged cock to be reborn.

Rita took me to the edge of oblivion and let me slip back to earth, only to do it again, repeatedly until I wanted to scream. I forced myself to let her continue with her game until she was satisfied she had tortured me enough.

She slowed her movements now until she just barely moved on me. I could feel myself boiling deep in my gut. This time, she took me up the ladder to sexual bliss slowly and completely, coaxing my liquid release to a thunderous explosion throwing long jets of thick cum deep into Rita's gulping throat. 

I lay there, with Rita on top of me, my cock still sheathed between her gently sucking lips. She nursed on me for many minutes drawing the blood back into my drained cock returning it to steel like rigidity. This time, she straddled me and lowered her damp cunt down on my vertical projection until her soft ass cheeks settled firmly against my hips.

I reached up and took her firm tits in my hands, thumbing her full nipples to diamond hard nubs. Rita rocked on me, gently at first then with greater intensity. Soon she bucked hard and then she slowed again. She had been driving since we had started and now I felt the need to take the wheel. I rolled us over and pushed up onto my knees. I reached under her with one arm and without breaking our connection; I stood up, picking her up with me and sat her back in the chair, kneeling in front of her. I pushed her legs wide apart and began a direct frontal assault on her hot, slippery cunt. I hammered furiously into her core until I dumped a terrific load of scalding sperm far into her nether depths.

Now I was laying on her, with my head between her titties. My deflating cock slipped out of her and I felt my cum splash on my legs as I popped out.

As our breathing returned to normal, and my blood returned from the head of my cock to my other head, Rita said softly, "I could really learn to like it around here."

I chuckled and heard a different voice from the doorway, "I could certainly help you to build your affection."

I looked over my shoulder to see Marie standing in the room. "Marie, this is Rita. I brought her back from New York. Rita, meet Sweet Marie." I introduced them.

I stood and reached for Rita's hand to help her up but, Marie stopped me and kneeled between her legs and stretched up to kiss her on the lips. Her hand found Rita's cum drenched pussy. She lowered her face to join her hand and slowly licked away all signs of our passion. Rita exploded in a blinding climax and Marie mashed herself even deeper into Rita.

I decided on a shower and was soon joined by the two ladies for a quick shower, after which, they disappeared up to Marie's apartment to get acquainted.

I was enjoying a Scotch over ice when dad walked into the studio and asked to see the video room. I took him on the grand tour and he was duly impressed. I demonstrated the workings of the remote gadgets and showed him how the relays from the cameras in other parts of the house could be monitored from the control room. We spent the rest of the afternoon fiddling with the electronic goodies.

He asked me what the story was on Rita and I told him about her marvelous abilities as a personal attendant and the great massages she gives. He allowed I had made a rare find and told me to hang on to her. I planned on finding one of those salon chairs to put in my dressing room.

Dad told me that tomorrow we would start negotiating the purchase of the property across the river and that I should talk to Helen Blossom about becoming our personal legal representative.




Life At Islands Estates Ch. 11



After he went upstairs, I walked next door and tapped on the kitchen door. Helen swept into the room in a sexy black caftan and answered the door smiling. I kissed her lightly and spent a few minutes explaining our intention to start developing the property north of the estate and asked if she could make herself available to meet with me for lunch tomorrow. She seemed most interested to hear what I had in mind. After declining her invitation to visit for a while, I returned home for dinner with the family.


And what a grand dinner it was. Florida lobster tails stuffed with crabmeat stuffing and baked to perfection, with cole slaw and twice baked potatoes smothered with shredded cheese and sour cream. Home made biscuits with marmalade and butter and peach cobbler. No restaurant in New York could match Louise when it comes to good old southern style home cooking. Rita rolled her eyes and smiled at the first taste of lobster and I knew in an instant that she and Louise would have a lot of recipes to share.

Camille had been quiet all through dinner. When the plates had been cleared and the coffee poured, I reached for her cup and indicated she should join me out by the pool. I pulled two chairs close together and sat facing her.

"Why so quiet, Sweetie?" I asked my sister.

"I feel like puking most of the time now," Camille said, softly. "This being pregnant is for the birds. But I want this baby so much."

I held Camille's hand and asked her when her next trip to the doctor would be and she said on Monday, which was four days away. I told her to ask him about something for the nausea and she said she would. We chatted long after dark. Louise, Rita and dad finally interrupted us, when they came out by the pool. Louise was in a marvelous mood and was holding on to Rita's arm as if to keep her from escaping.

Dad was toting two beers and handed me one. I told him I had spoken with Helen briefly and would be having lunch with her tomorrow. He painted on his best shit eating grin at the news and told me to slip her a little pork for him. I told him to do it himself, she was home by herself and I had declined the offer earlier. He excused himself and I assumed he was on his way over to plant the big one in Helen. I hadn't seen or heard a word about Roger and when I asked Louise about him she shrugged and said he hadn't been around.

Louise told me Gerald had been busy on the lawns and was planning to do some landscaping out front and wanted to repair the pumps in the big fountain. I told her to give him the go ahead and do what he wanted. The place has never looked as good as it does now.

Rita was nodding off as we sat and talked and Louise ushered her off to her bedroom. Camille was tired too and after she departed. Louise returned and sat next to me.

"Get Camille something for the nausea," I said. "She's miserable."

"First thing in the morning," said Louise. "So tell me about Rita."

"She seems to be everybody's curiosity, these days," I said.

I told her all about Rita and how she was disappointed in the bizarre activities at Dianne's place. I gave her a detailed account of my whirlwind time spent with my older sister. I told her I thought it was just a bit much myself, but who am I to talk? I detailed Rita's excellent talents as a masseuse and hair stylist.

"Not to mention," I concluded, "she's a fantastic lover."

Louise laughed and said, "Well she might not get much of a break from things carnal, around here either. But she's really eager to help with the house. I think she's wonderful and I'm glad you brought her home."

"Me too," I said.

"I missed you, Baby Boy," said Louise, as she touched me tenderly on the cheek with her fingers. "You still got time for an old goat like me?"

"Absolutely," I said. "C'mon downstairs after you change and let's grovel."

She chuckled, stood up and as she walked away, she said over her shoulder, "I'm changing already. See you in a few minutes."

After feeding my fish, I lit a few candles, turned the bed covers back and turned on some soft music. I retrieved the diamond crested Rolex, I had purchased for Louise in New York, from my dresser and put it on the nightstand. I stripped out of my clothes and was standing in the dressing area when I heard Louise enter the bedroom. She was humming softly as she approached wearing a mink stole around her shoulders and high heels. Diamond earrings dangled from her ears. Other than that, she was naked.

She stood in the bedroom and looked in at me standing undressed. She had a glass in each hand and I pointed to the chairs by the fishpond and she sat. Louise looked good. I had been having sex with mostly slender women, except that Casey friend of Dianne's, and I liked the look of Louise's voluptuous figure sitting nude in the chair with her legs crossed. I crossed the room to her and kissed her hard on the lips. My hand found her big tits and I fondled them vigorously during the kiss. Her hand cupped my balls and massaged them.

"Take a chair, Baby Boy," Louise instructed. "We gotta make us a plan."

Being as she had me by the balls, literally, I opted to sit. Louise sipped her drink and eyed me over the rim of the glass.

"I've been with your pappy over forty years," Louise began. "And I know all the signs. He's about to make a whole bunch of money and he's going to be a bear while he's doing it. Don't let him intimidate you. Make him listen if you have an idea. I'll help if I can, but I'm getting old."

"He says were going to sit on the land for now and watch things," I told her. "He knows that I'm not ready to get too involved and Camille is a ways off too. But it'll be a money maker some day, I'll bet on it." I sipped my Scotch.

"You're probably right," said Louise. "So, you hung up on the redhead or is she just another toy?"

"That's kinda cold, Lou," I said. "I think she's a really nice chick and I like her a lot."

"Just askin'," she said. "You know that Marie and Dennis are almost shacked up down by the river, don't ya?"

"I'm happy for both of them," I answered. "Marie needs something stable and I ain't it. Dennis needs a mother figure to cling to, other than his mother. They deserve each other. Marie is a hot number though."

"Oh, I know that's right," Louise lamented. "And can that girl eat pussy!"

I laughed. "Pervert."

"Look who's talkin'. He who gets laid by a different female every night," Louise wailed.

"So, the old man scratch your itch this afternoon?" I asked.

"Nope, he spent it on the phone with Schnitzer," she pouted.

"And now you're wantin' me to pat your pussy?" I deviled my beautiful black partner in crime.

"No, I want you to fuck it, not pat it." She was looking me straight in the eye. Her eyes danced brilliantly in the candlelight.

"So be it, My Black Queen. Your slightest wish is my command," I relented.

She leaned back in the chair and spread her legs wide, exposing her shiny wet outer lips. Her fingers parted her puffy, black labia, displaying her pink inner folds to my searching eyes. I sucked the last of the Scotch off the cubes in the glass, capturing a cube in my mouth. I kneeled on the floor at Louise's feet and pressed my mouth to her splayed cunt. She took a huge breath as my cold lips and tongue made contact with her boiling pussy.

She grabbed me by the ears and sat bolt upright in the chair when the ice cube touched her throbbing clit. Louise has a high tolerance for pain, but the ice cube on her clit took her to new heights. Within a few seconds if the initial contact, she was off in orgasm land. "Oh, My God, that's cold," she cried, flopping back in the chair. I popped the cube out in my hand and ran it down the inside of her thigh. Again she sucked her breath in sharply but, this time she just held it until I was finished sliding the cold cube down her leg. Then she collapsed back into the chair.

Louise's cunt lips hung limply open and I could see into her dark recesses. I closed my mouth over her again and slashed at her with my tongue. She humped my face frantically bringing her self to another release. I love to torture a hot sexy woman with my tongue and Louise is no exception. She responds energetically and soars high into sexual oblivion at the sensations I cause with my mouth. I enjoy Louise as much or more than any woman I have ever been with. And, she gives as much pleasure as she receives, maybe more.

My jaw was tiring. I wanted to fuck. I backed away and pulled Louise to the bed. We stood, kissing feverishly until I simply leaned over, carrying us both down on the huge bed. Louise pushed herself back and I positioned myself over her. I ploughed into her gaping pussy and Louise threw back against me. Our bodies smacked together. I crawled forward, pushing her farther up on the bed with my cock. I tried to crawl through her. She forced her hefty body back against me, not giving an inch. I pulled back and slammed in again. She met me with a resounding heave of her body jarring us as we collided together. This continued for perhaps fifteen or more bone crunching collisions before we settled into a steady, vigorous rhythm. Each time we came heavily together, one or the other, or both of us would grunt loudly. Great hissing discharges of breath escaped us as we thundered down the road to a horrific mutual sexual release.

I sent volumes of male ejaculate churning deep into her climaxing sexual cavity. Our lips were locked together in a savage, sucking kiss. My hands mashed her generous boobs and her nails raked across my back.

Our sexual spirits swirled together between us knitting together and falling over us like protective gossamer shroud. Louise and I were sexually bonded through some strange power that pulled us together like huge magnets.

As our physical passion passed, the spiritual passion hung in the room like the Aurora Borealis. Louise was still lying on her back on the bed, legs spread, glistening with perspiration. My discharges oozed lazily out of her and dribbled on the sheets. I went into the bath and turned water on filling the Jacuzzi tub. I found a towel and returned to Louise. I collected the remnants of our love making from her center and did my best to clean the bed. She pulled herself erect and followed me to the tub. I went to the bar and gathered a bottle of Rose and two flutes and returned to the tub. I slid into the warm, roiling water and poured us some wine.

"To us," I said as we toasted.

Our glasses clinked, "To all of us," said Louise. We drank and enjoyed the movement of the water.

Louise settled back and closed her eyes. I sat watching her. I could only imagine how she must have been forty years earlier. Her dark flashing eyes, smooth ebony skin, full pouting lips, huge bosom, and sparkling smile, would have made anybody a prize position to display whenever they stepped out. But isn't it strange how things have a way of taking a course you would never expect. For instance: Me, almost twenty years old, from a prominent southern family. More money than anyone could spend in ten lifetimes. Fucking more women in a week than most men do in their life. Sitting in the bath tub with a black woman, forty years my senior, after just having the most physically demanding sexual encounter of my young life, wishing she was my age so I could marry her. Not to mention that her daughter, my half sister, was pregnant with my baby.

You just tell me if life isn't strange sometimes.



Life At Islands Estates Ch. 12



After our soak in the hot tub, I gave Louise the Rolex and she was duly appreciative. We chatted for a long time before turning in. I fell asleep with her resting her head on my shoulder. Morning found me alone in the bed. I was up and dressing when Sweet Rita brought me my morning coffee. She and Louise were off to Jacksonville on a grocery mission, and I was meeting Helen in Ormond Beach for lunch.

Dad was off to the County Seat to gather more legal information on the proposed property purchase. I found Camille in her drafting room. She looked uncomfortable.

"You all right, Sis?" I asked.

"Oh, I guess I'll live," she replied. "It's hard to get interested in things right now."

Louise had found something to help with the nausea and Camille said she felt much better for it. She also explained that she would be seeing her doctor again next week. We chatted for a while and I told her I was having lunch with Helen and filled her in on how things were with her sister in New York. When I gave her the Rolex I had purchased for her, she brightened like a new penny. She came into my arms and squeezed me in a big hug. I held her close and kissed her and told her I wanted to spend some time with her. She said she'd like that and we made a date to take the boat out on the river and cruise up toward the north and see the new property from the water. I gave her a squeeze on the bottom and headed for the door.

My date with Helen was not until 1:00 so I had about four hours to kill before meeting her. I decided to make a side trip down into Daytona and check the pawnshops for any interesting musical equipment. I had visited three or four stores when I happened into one that had an interesting selection of used guitars and amplifiers. I noticed an amplifier that I had only seen once before. A rhythm and blues, turned rock and roll picker named Lonnie Mack had used a Magnatone amplifier at a concert I had attended and I had never been able to duplicate the sound. I asked the shop clerk if I might give it a try and he shrugged and handed me a Danelectro dual neck guitar and helped my get plugged in. I quickly checked the tune on the strange guitar and stomped on the reverb and tremolo buttons on the foot switch connected to the amp and cranked the volume up a notch and launched into a sixteen bar intro to a Ventures tune called Perfidia and let her fly. The sound from this amplifier is unique to the industry and I kind of like the feel of the guitar so I bought them both for $320.00.

I had drawn a crowd and another guy, about the same age as me, asked to jam with me so we hung out and played a few songs to the delight of all those present. Turns out the guy was from Deland and did a one man thing in St. Augustine now and then and I traded phone numbers with him and invited him to sit in with the band next time we were at the White Lion.

It was getting close to time to meet Helen, so I thanked my new friend and loaded my purchases in the Nomad and turned north toward Ormond Beach. We had prearranged to meet at a nice restaurant on the northern edge of Ormond Beach, which fronted on the ocean. I pulled up in front of the restaurant and backed in. Just as I shut off my engine I saw Helen, in her red Mercedes convertible, turn in to the lot. She pulled up next to me and parked. I jumped out and reached for the door handle on her car. She held her arm out trough the opening door. A tiny pair of sheer, pale yellow panties hung from her outstretched finger. I took them from her, held them to my face and sniffed the damp center. I dropped them in on the seat of my car and reached to take her hand and help her stand. She looked yummy.

She had a wispy scarf covering her hair against the wind and a pair of dark glasses on. She shot me a yard of nylon-covered leg, topped by creamy thigh, as she swung it out of the car to stand. She took my hand and stood up, very close to me. I could smell her perfume and see my reflection in her shades. She pushed her pillow soft tits into me as she reached up and planted a quick kiss square on my lips. She turned on her heel and walked toward the door of the restaurant. I watched her butt undulate with each stride. A woman walking on high heels is a work of art.

Let me just say here that certain women just reek sex. When you see them, even if you have known them forever, you get this little feeling down in your balls that says, 'Oh yes. That's nice.' I had that tingling in my balls as I watched Helen mount the stairs leading into the restaurant, and I knew she wasn't wearing panties because she just handed them to me. Life is good.

I walked in behind Helen and a perky young waitress asked us where we wanted to sit. It appeared we had the place to ourselves, due to the fact most people had already eaten and gone back to work. It was after 1:00 now. I asked for a booth, something kinda private. The waitress winked at me and marched ahead of us to a booth, with very high-backed seats, facing the water in the front of the room. The only way you could see into it was to approach from straight out to the side and then you almost had to be right at the end of the table to see anyone on the seat. We sat side by side with Helen on the inside.

Helen hiked her skirt up nearly to her waist as she slid into the booth, showing me her stocking tops and garters. I ordered us each a red wine and touched her lighter to a cigarette as she held it to her lips. I asked the waitress to give us some time to read the menu and she winked at me and departed.

"So, Cool, what's on your mind?" asked Helen.

I outlined, in detail, the proposal dad and I had discussed regarding Helen's employment, and our plans to develop the acreage north of Islands Estates. I also explained that we would be willing to pay her way to finish her law degree and study for the bar. I then asked her how much she was making now and when she told me I said that we would triple it immediately and she could enroll in school as soon as possible.

Being the intelligent person she was, she agreed almost without thought and asked what was good on the menu.

I laid the menu open on the table between us and we leaned together to look it over. I felt her hand on my thigh. I looked up at her and saw she was smiling.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Your dick, I hope," said Helen.

"It won't take much," I breathed.

Her hand found the bulge in my pants and kneaded it gently while we pondered the menu. I stuck my head out of the booth and flagged the waitress who was there instantly. She took our order and poured us another glass of wine from a carafe on the table. She looked straight into my lap and witnessed Helen's hand as it groped my now very stiff cock under the table.

"I'll just leave you two lovebirds alone and go order your meal," our waitress stated and backed away from the table smiling broadly.

I reached under the table and slipped a finger into Helen's leaking pussy. My thumb found her clit and I rubbed it quickly three or four times. Helen jerked back in her seat like a rabbit with his leg in a trap and flooded my hand with her womanly flow.

"Hooo, Boy," she hissed as her orgasm swept through her. "That was quick."

Her eyes were closed and her head was leaning back against the booth. She had clamped her fingers tightly around my hard prick and didn't let go for almost a minute. She opened her eyes and took a final drag from her cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray. Gradually, she loosened her grip on my cock and relaxed. I pulled my hand up and offered my fingers to her. She sucked her juices off my fingers and kissed me gently on the back of the hand.

"That was a mighty big release, Helen. You not getting much these days?" I asked. "I thought the old man came over and took care of you last night."

"He came over, but all he was interested in was spilling the beans about your project. He left all the financial stuff to you but he has visions of us all being filthy rich some day. I tried to get him hard, but he came before he got hard enough to fuck." Helen explained. "Roger is all wrapped up with school again and doesn't have much time for anything else. With Karen at school, I'm pretty much at the mercy of my toys."

"What say we eat and go back to the house and see if I can't help you with your problem? We've been out of touch for a while and I think I need to suck on your pussy a little," I declared.

"That's the best news I've had all day," said Helen.

Our food arrived shortly and we ate like we were starved. I excused myself to pay the check and left Helen to dry the seat with her napkin before joining me out front. I thanked our waitress and slipped her an extra twenty for staying away while we were in the booth. She was cute, but I had a better fish to fry today.

Helen joined me at the door and I ushered her to her car. She pulled out ahead of me and I followed her in hot pursuit back to the house.

I wheeled in right behind her and parked. She was standing beside her car as I got out.

"Give me a minute to freshen up and then come on over," she said and disappeared into her house.

I opened the door to the studio and deposited my new guitar and amplifier inside. I noticed that Marie's keyboards were all neatly set up in the studio and Dennis' amp was also in residence. Louise poked her head in and told me that Marie and Dennis were back in town and that they wanted me to jam with them later. I explained that I would be tied up with Helen for several hours and that she should tell Marie that I would love to jam later in the evening.

I went to my bedroom and got the diamond earrings I had purchased in New York for Helen, grabbed a bottle of wine and headed next door. The door was unlocked so I walked into the kitchen. A cigarette was burning in the ashtray on the counter and I could hear soft music playing in the living room. I retrieved a couple of glasses and went in search of my sexy friend. I found her sitting in front of the dressing mirror in her bedroom brushing her hair. A long silver dressing gown hung from her shoulders and puddled on the floor behind her stool. She put the brush down on the dresser and we made eye contact in the mirror. She looked lovely.

I sat the earring case, wine glasses and bottle of wine on the chest next to the door and unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. I unbuckled my pants and stepped out of them and laid them over the chair where I had dropped my shirt. Our eyes never broke contact. I picked up the velvet case with the diamond danglies in it, and walked slowly over behind Helen. I lifted one of the long, shimmering baubles from the case, held her hair aside and waited until she removed the earring she was now wearing. I carefully inserted the hook through the tiny hole in her ear and snapped the clasp securely shut. I did the other one likewise. The effect of the two and a half inch long flashing string of diamonds was stunning. The jewels had set me back almost seventeen thousand bucks. Helen had a good eye for quality and she was staggered by my gift.

"I don't know what to say, Cool. They're absolutely gorgeous," Helen whispered as she turned to face me.

"Don't say anything," I said. "Just something to say thanks for being a good friend."

"Friends don't give presents like this just 'cause they're your friend," said Helen.

"Well, let's just say I consider you to be a very good friend. Sexy too," I said.

Helen reached out her soft hand and took my semi erect dick in her fingers and leaned forward and slipped her pink painted lips over the crown. Her cheeks hollowed as she applied a slight suction and drew me in a little deeper. Helen sucks cock real good. She played at giving me a blowjob long enough for my knees to weaken before I asked to sit on the bed. She chuckled and pushed me backwards across the room, shucking the gown on the way. Helen had slimmed down a bit over the summer and she looked really trim. Her tits were still firm and stood high on her chest and she moved like a flowing stream.

She pushed me back on the bed and crawled over me straddling my face with her legs. We were in the classic sixty-nine position with her on the top. I parted her outer lips with my fingers and felt her engulf me with her mouth once again as I delved hungrily into her sweet pussy. I could feel the earrings gliding against my skin in the hollows next to my cock as she lowered her face over me.

I reached deep into her opening with my searching tongue and drew her inner lips apart. I held them open with my fingers as I worked my tongue towards her rigid clit, which had emerged from his hiding place within her folds of scented flesh. I made contact with her little soldier and brought a grunt from deep within. Her juices started flowing almost immediately, bathing my tongue in warm woman cum. I knew that continued attention to her clit would produce copious quantities on her flow so I concentrated in laving her inner folds and giving her time to build to a greater high. I enjoyed her for a long time before I returned to her clitoris and nipped it gently between my teeth sending her into a hard orgasm and releasing a wave of her special honey for me to consume. She jerked her head up and off my erection, shrieked and threw her head, first back and then down against my stomach, as she stiffened and trembled in reaction to the sensations racing through her inner body. Her orgasm continued as I sent my tongue hard across her throbbing love button. Each contact brought another squeal from her lips and another flush of liquid from her spasm-wracked cunt.

Four times in succession, I throttled her with my tongue and four times she erupted into yet a more severe orgasm. I had never taken Helen this far before. My face was drenched in her discharges and we were both bathed in sweat.

From out of nowhere, Helen seemed to catch her second wind. She flopped over off my face and weighed in on my cock with a determination yet to be discovered. She swept her hands between her legs, lubricating her fingers in her own juices. Both hands went around my vertical prick and her mouth closed over my leaking helmet. I watched as she lowered her face all the way to my belly, taking me down her throat without so much as a flinch. Her tongue moved around me, inside her mouth, with amazing swiftness. She withdrew and plunged back to the hilt again and again, each time drawing both hands up behind her lips to the very tip and then back to the root. I felt the stirrings early and attempted to hold back. The effort proved futile as within moments I was exploding into Helen's gulping throat like a wide-open fire hose.

As the first surge went through me I arched my back high up off the bed sending my cock deep into Helen's throat. I stayed high and tight throughout all but the final couple of spurts. Helen retreated and returned to the very bottom with each blast, taking it straight down into her belly. I finally had to crash. I had no more strength left.

Helen lay with her head on my stomach, my shrinking cock still in her mouth, milking the last of my cum from deep in my balls. Her eyes were closed and her hand gently fondled my balls. I didn't really entirely loose my hard on. It stayed sort of half way up while Helen continued to softly move her mouth on me. 

"I don't suppose you'd care for a glass of wine?" I asked softly.

Slurp, my cock slipped from her lips, "Sure, but you have to promise me you won't leave until you fuck me."

"I'm not going anywhere," I said. "I want your hot pussy gushing all over me some more."

She sat up and crawled off the bed as she stood, her juices flooded down her inner thighs and left shiny trails as they went. Helen went into the bathroom and returned with towels to dry my face and her legs with.

"You make me so fucking hot and wet," said Helen. "Roger doesn't eat pussy, much. And Karen's at school. I really needed you to do that. Fuck I came hard. You always do that to me."

I handed her a glass of wine and she sat in front of her mirror again. Her hair had gone awry during our love session and she handed me the brush. I stood behind her and slowly brushed her hair. She was truly a lovely woman. She touched up her eyes and applied another coat of the bright pink lip-gloss to her lips and when she turned around, she took my cock in her mouth and smeared it liberally with her lips, leaving a circle of pink on my dick. Smiling, she raised her glass in a toast and said, "To the future."

I returned the toast, and said, "To the future. Now let's fuck."

Helen walked over to the bed and kneeled on it with her ass in the air. Standing on the floor I stepped up behind her and slipped two fingers through her exposed outer lips. She was still soaked. I stroked her several times while I held my cock in my other hand and aimed it into her waiting hole. I slid in with very little effort. Helen was intensely aroused and she gasped when I hit the bottom. I held her by her hips and began a circular rocking motion within her and slowly bumped into her with short easy strokes. Her juices flowed out around my cock and soon both of our legs were slippery from her discharges. I increased the length and speed of my invasion and soon we had reached a comfortable, mutual motion, which we kept up for a long time.

My legs tired from the crouching position I had to take to lower myself to her height so I pulled back and we crawled up onto the bed. Helen pushed me on my back and mounted me. She lay forward on my chest and we found a comfortable rhythm, which allowed me the maximum movement without her having to hold herself up on her arms. We fucked for a long time.

Helen's intensity was increasing and I could feel myself building so I rolled us over and increased the speed of our rhythm. I ground myself deep into her center. I could feel her cervix on my cock as I slammed into her. Helen's flow had increased and we splashed when we came together. Suddenly she went rigid under me and howled through her teeth as she reached the top of the hill. Arching her back she pushed hard against me bringing us tightly together. I fired shot after shot of steaming semen deep inside of her. Helen's arms were clamped tightly around my neck and she locked her teeth into my shoulder leaving a deep bruise. We remained coupled together long after our passion had ended.

We slowly untangled and I moved down between her legs and licked our mixed ooze from her sweet cunt. She returned the favor and once again we had returned to a sixty-nine position on the bed, lying on our sides facing the center of the bed.

Helen was the first to separate from me and stumbled into the bathroom. I heard the shower and joined her. We bathed and dried and found our wine glasses, still mostly full from our first drink and went to the living room, still naked. I sat on the sofa and Helen found her cigarettes and lighter and joined me. We finished the bottle of wine and talked about our business adventure until I realized that it was nearly seven in the evening and I had a date to play some music with Dennis and Marie. I gathered my clothes, dressed and kissed Helen deeply. She followed me to the door and threw her arms around my neck and stuffed her tongue deep into my mouth. She withdrew and looked deep into my eyes and said, "Thanks, Cool, you know how to push my buttons."

"The pleasure belongs to us both," I said kissing her again. I departed leaving her standing naked in her kitchen.

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I walked back over to my house and went upstairs in search of Louise or Rita. I found both of them sitting in the kitchen with dad, enjoying a bowl of chicken and dumplings. I helped myself to a bowl and joined them at the table.

"How's your afternoon with the blond?" dad asked as I sat down.

"Fantastic," I replied.

"You are such a slut," Camille interjected as she walked into the kitchen.




Life At Islands Estates Ch. 12



"Why, thank you my precious sister," I said. "I truly do love your candor."

Everybody laughed, including me and we delved into the delicious soup. I brought dad up to date on my conversations with Helen and her agreement with our offer. He was pleased. I asked Camille if she would make herself available for a trip up the river in the boat tomorrow and she eagerly agreed. Rita looked as if she were about to pout when Louise jumped in and said that she had received a call and two salon chairs were to be delivered to the house tomorrow morning and they would have to get Gerald to assist with the unloading and installation. Rita perked right up at that prospect and so did I. I recalled how wonderful Rita was at personal attention and was mindful of her ministrations to me in New York. I intended for one of the chairs to be installed in my dressing room downstairs and the other in Rita's bedchamber.

After dinner, I wandered downstairs with Rita in tow. She was most interested in hearing some live music. Dennis and Marie were already in the studio and I listened as they played through a couple on new tunes that I hadn't heard them play before. I plugged in my new Danelectro guitar and switched on the amp. I was just getting ready to jump in on a lead riff when Dennis laid back and ripped into a great chop of his own.

"You've been practicing on me," I said and played a few bars back at him.

He laughed and fired another few bars of his own. We dueled back and forth for several measures and finished the tune. Marie was smiling broadly. Her playing was improving as well and they had both come a long way together.

"Very impressive, my children," I stated. "You've made a great deal of progress since we last jammed."

"Dennis is learning a lot of new lyrics too," said Marie.

"Let's hear 'em," I said.

Marie touched her rhythm switch and the drums started. Dennis did a quick turn around and Marie came in at the appropriate time and they started in on a song by The Rolling Stones. I jumped in and we played through the song with Marie and Dennis doing a great duet with two-part harmony. I was impressed. Rita clapped her hands and we all were in the best of moods. I put a fresh reel of tape in the recording deck and set out a couple of mics to record the vocals after plugging the amps into the mixer board directly. I gave Rita a quick lesson on how to read the V. U. meters on the console. I also switched the big studio camera on and started the recorders. We played until way into the early morning hours and I promised to spend more time with them working on the music.

It seemed as though Dennis had come out of his shell. He had a debonair attitude and it showed in his playing. His clothes were less hippiefied and he had grown a little moustache. Marie was as beautiful as ever. It felt good to be hanging out and jamming with my buds again. It had been a long summer with them on the road. Marie told me they were back for the time being and that she really didn't want to go back on the road unless I went with them. Dennis, on the other hand, was hell bent on being a star. He had all the tools, he just needed an agent and he would have his dream. I promised myself to make it happen for him, I had the resources to do it.

Dennis went down to his apartment and Marie had gone upstairs to hers. Rita and I sat in the studio and she mixed me a Scotch and we sat on the sofa listening to the music I had just recorded.

"You're really a good guitar player," she said. "I had no idea."

I listened a little closer to the tape after she said that and I heard myself hitting little chops that I hadn't consciously played. It's interesting to hear yourself do things you don't remember like that. Dennis and I had two distinctly different sounding guitars and I could pick each note out. I could also mute each of us from the monitor by simply reducing the playback volume on that channel on the board. Taking my track out left Dennis and Marie and the vocals. Or I could increase volume on any of the tracks to highlight any instrument or voice. Dennis had improved a bunch. I could still burn his balls on lead, though. For some unknown reason, I had been born with a gift and I could really smoke some lead.

Rita soon fell asleep listening to the music so I got a blanket and covered her up. I was tired too and turned in soon after that. When I woke up, Rita was curled all around me in my bed, naked. So was I. I had to pee so I eased out of bed and took care of things. I slipped back into the bed and Rita stirred and snuggled close to me. She moved her hand and it flopped across my hip and her fingers just barely touched my soft prick. That didn't last long. With each breath each of us took, her fingernails dragged along my tool causing me to begin to stiffen. I felt her hand close around me and knew that she must have awoken.

"You awake?" she whispered.

"I'd say so," I said softly.

She squeezed me gently and I rolled on my back. Her lips found my cheek and she kissed me easily on the ear. I turned my head and our lips came together. Our tongues danced through open lips. I stretched and rolled a little more toward her and sought her nipple with my fingers. We played touchy feely for a long time before she grew impatient with the game. She eased herself down and her mouth replaced her hand on my erection. I came within minutes, sloshing her tonsils liberally with hot sticky jizm. She giggled as she came out from under the sheet and kissed me on the lips. I tasted myself on her tongue.

Still hard, I rolled over on top of Rita and entered her. She moaned when I slipped inside. We fucked like this for some time when I saw movement by the bedroom door. Louise stood there with a cup of coffee. She put her finger to her lips to shush me and moved over to the camera at the foot of the bed. I saw the green light wink on, and the camera move and lower to witness my cock sliding in and out of Rita's cunt from the foot of the bed. Rita was completely into her passion now and was oblivious to Louise's presence in the room.

I rolled over on my back bringing the redheaded beauty with me. She was now on top and bucking like a cowgirl on a bronco. Her climaxes overtook her and soon I was spewing into her dark recesses. All the while, Louise had us locked in the center of the viewfinder. As Rita collapsed on top of me, Louise switched the camera off and tiptoed out of the room. After about three minutes she reentered to room humming cheerfully and toting two cups of steaming coffee. 

Rita scrambled under the sheets. I lay on top, naked. Louise leaned over me and took my deflated cock deep into her mouth. She slurped loudly a couple of times, popped up off of me and said, "Morning, Kiddies. Rita, you taste wonderful this morning." Howling with laughter, she turned and was gone from the room. Rita groaned. I reached for the coffee and chuckled.



Life At Islands Estates Ch. 13



Rita and I enjoyed a shower together with her promising me the works as soon as the salon chair, which was being delivered today, was installed and functional. I dressed in cut-offs and a bright flowered sport shirt and sneakers. Camille and I were going out on the river in the boat to see the new property and I was eager to get started.

I found Camille and Louise in the kitchen packing a cooler with sandwiches and iced-tea, and some fruit. I got a bag of ice from the freezer and carried the cooler down to the boathouse. I lowered the big fiberglass boat into the water and started the twin 115 horsepower Mercury outboards and backed the boat out and over to the pier. I loaded the cooler below deck and checked to see that the fuel tanks were full and that all the other required safety equipment was in place. I switched the Loran direction finder on and checked the preset position for our dock against the reading on it and switched the ship-to-shore radio on and called up to the house to check it's operation with Louise, who was standing by the base station in the house. All was in order so I returned to the house to collect Camille and her beach bag.

The proposed property extended south on the other side of the river from our house several miles and north on both sides of the river several more miles. I decided to go north first and explore what we could see from the boat.

It was just before 9:00 in the morning and the tide in front of us was almost at low slack. The current flows south on the incoming or flood tide and north on the outgoing or ebb tide. The tide runs it's cycle from low to high and back to low about every twelve hours and sixteen minutes. The Atlantic Intracoastal Waterway here at Islands Estates was about seventeen feet deep at low tide in the channel and 3/4 mile wide. We were located between two inlets, St. Augustine to the north and Ponce inlet to the south, so the tide did not run at a very high rate as the water came basically from two directions.

It was a beautiful sunny fall day and Camille was wearing a very brief silver bikini, under a soft gray beach robe. Now over four months pregnant with our love child, her belly had started to broaden and her shapely titties had started to swell and filled her top to overflowing. Her tiny hard butt had become softer and I feared she might not be able to get it back after the baby comes.

Camille sat close to me in the boat and held my arm with both hands. I could feel her warmth along my whole body. Her light honey brown skin shone in the sunlight. She was a truly magnificent example of a mother to be. I glanced at her and bent my head to kiss her gently on the lips. She responded with a soft, open mouth kiss running her hot tongue along my lips for several seconds before pulling away.

"I love you, Cool," said Camille. "Thanks for giving me today. I haven't felt like much lately but I think I just needed to get out and get some air."

"The pleasure is all mine," I responded.

"Oh no, Big Boy," she quipped, "the pleasure will be both of ours before this days is through."

We idled easily through the water, watching the egrets, pelicans, and other water birds along the shore as they glided in and out of our vision. Dolphins breached for air and the flowers and palmetto scrub all added to the serenity of the scene. The river was calm today, but it could also be a violent surging caldron during a storm.

I noticed a tributary leading off the main river to the west and headed the boat into the mouth of it. This stream led away from the river for over two miles before narrowing down to just thirty or so feet in width and only three feet deep. I would be on the bottom before long so I swung the boat around and headed back towards the river. Camille reached up and cut the ignition switches to off and killed the motors.

"Listen to the river," she said. "You can hear so many things."

She was right. The birdcalls, and the wind in the trees, and the movement of the water along the banks all added to the symphony of sounds. It is truly awesome on the river and in the hammocks along its banks.

I went into the cabin below the front deck and retrieved the gallon jug of tea. I poured us each a plastic cup full, and returned to the deck. Camille had removed her robe and was seated on the seat that ran across the stern of the boat. I handed her the tea and sat next to her. We watched the sky, and the water and the creatures of the river for a long time. Camille had spread herself liberally with sunscreen and the oily coating sparkled in the sunlight. I reached my hand out and rubbed her swelling belly. She smiled and put her hand on mine and held it still.

"You can feel him kick," she explained.

We sat still for a couple of minutes and sure enough, bloop, he kicked. We both giggled and I kissed her again. Camille returned my kiss hungrily, pushing hard against me. I sat the tea glasses in the cup holders and put my arms around my half sister and we embraced in a passionate tongue wrestling series of kisses leaving us both breathing heavily.

We were alone in our own corner of the world, on the little stream back in the scrub so we had no fear of being noticed in the boat. I pulled the strings on the back of Camille's bikini top, freeing her tits. I sought her puffy nipples with my mouth and sucked on each in turn drawing low moans from her throat. She pushed my shirt off my shoulders and fumbled at the snap on my shorts. Quickly, we were both naked and locked in another torrid kiss.

"Jesus, Cool," Camille, breathed, "I can't believe how fuckin' hot I am."

I spread a big towel on the seat and laid her back on it. Kneeling on the deck, I stared at her carefully trimmed little bush. Camille's dark outer lips hung through her curly black pubic thatch, glistening with clear drops of love juice that had begun to drool out of her. The hood covering her clitoris was stretched tightly over the crown of her love button, which had started to swell from our passionate kissing. I parted her puffy lips with the tip of my finger, exposing her pink inner folds and forcing the membrane covering her clit to retract farther, causing the swollen nubbin to extend out beyond its sheath.

I blew softly on her clit bringing a deep sigh from Camille. As I ran my finger along her inner lips, Camille drew up off the seat and relaxed again, moaning as she did so. As she sank back against the soft boat seat, a small amount of clear nectar oozed from within her pussy and coated my fingers. I continued toying with her until Camille launched into a series of strong spasms. I still had not made contact with her clit and she had come a ton. I leaned forward and traced a path with my tongue from just above her tiny sphincter, across her leaking pussy lips and ending on her throbbing love button. Camille groaned through her clenched teeth, grabbed my head with both hands and attempted to draw my face inside her quaking cunt as she hurled herself through a crushing climax.

Camille curled her body up over my head and wailed as the passion coursed through her loins and exploded in my mouth. I held one of her butt cheeks in each hand and they turned from soft and fleshy into rigid and sinewy and then soft again as she came. Camille was right, she was so fuckin' hot.

As she retreated from her sexual high, I softly licked her dry with my tongue, being careful to not touch her clit again. Her next orgasm would be achieved from my hard cock slamming into her hot hole.

My knees were killing me from the hardness of the deck so I stood up to stretch them a bit. My cock was standing at full attention and a long string of sticky pre-cum swung from the end of it. Camille's eyes focused on my swaying member as I pumped my legs to loosen them up. She sat up and leaned forward reaching her fingers out to gather the string of cum. She touched it and it clung to her finger. Bringing her fingers to her mouth, she made a lewd production of ingesting the long filament, slurping on her fingers as she did.

Her other hand snaked out and she wrapped it around my manhood and pulled me close to her. Her head came forward and my prick disappeared into her throat, just like that. Camille had her mother's gift; she could take your prick all the way down her throat and work it with the muscles in her throat. Today, she chose to use her whole head to suck me. She moved from the very crown all the way to balls and back again. Her hot tongue traced a path 'round and 'round as she swept on and off. I felt myself tightening up inside and put my hands on each side of Camille's face and prepared to fill her mouth with sperm.

Camille pushed off my cock and said, "Cum on my face and tits, Cool. I want you to paint me with cum."

She covered my cock with her mouth again and within seconds, I started to erupt. The first jet splashed across her nose and down over her chin. She pumped furiously on my cock and aimed it at her tits. I sent three jets of thick white jizm spraying across her sex-sensitive nipples and tits, bathing them in drooling rivulets. She quickly covered me with her mouth again and sucked me deep into her throat, draining the final remains of my lust into her waiting stomach.

Releasing me from her mouth, I stumbled back and sat on the seat. I watched as Camille rubbed my cum into her skin. She still had a big glob on her face, which she wiped off with her fingers and it spread smoothly over her nipples, rubbing until it disappeared. Camille smiled as I watched her ritualistically massaging herself with my discharge. I decided that my big sister had a twisted side to her just like our other sister. I loved them both but Camille was carrying my baby inside of her and I felt closer to her than I had ever felt in my life.

"I'm starved," she said. "I'll get us a sandwich from the cooler."

She disappeared down into the cabin and I started the engines and made slowly for the main channel of the river. Camille emerged from the cabin with two sandwiches and some fresh tea. We studied the river and the shoreline as we devoured our food. I motioned for Camille to put her robe on as we neared the main river because I could hear the motor of another boat as we rounded the turn.

We followed the river north for almost an hour at slow speed and I noted several inlets that I wanted to explore on another day. It was nearing high noon and the sun was directly overhead. I pulled the Bimini Top up on the boat to give us some shade and we continued cruising north.

A large inlet branched off the river where I estimated was the extreme northern end of the land deal. I nosed the boat into the stream and followed it for over a mile off the river. Many smaller channels branched off to either side of this stream and extended back into the palmetto scrub. We spent an hour or more exploring this area and found a large secluded bay, some three hundred yards wide with a broad sandy beach on one side. Camille asked if we could stop here and get out of the boat.

I nosed the boat up to the sand and jumped out with a line to tie the boat to a tree. Camille climbed out behind me. She was naked under her beach robe. She ran up the narrow beach, to where the foliage started and gathered her robe around her waist. She squatted down and started to pee on the sand. A tiny river of yellow piss flowed from between her feet and disappeared as it soaked into the soft sand.

"I have to pee all the time now," Camille declared. "I think it's a pregnancy thing."

"Thank you for sharing," I giggled and we both broke out in laughter.

"Let's go skinny dipping," she announced, happily, removing the beach robe and depositing it on the boat as she waded into the clear salt water.

I stripped out of my cut-offs and joined her in the warm water. We splashed around in the water, swimming and throwing water at each other like small children. We had been in the sun for a long time and I was pink on the shoulders, but not yet burned. Camille's light brown skin didn't show the color, but the rays of the sun were, none-the-less, having their effect. We huddled in the water, on the shaded side of the boat. Camille drifted into my arms and curled her hands in my hair drawing us close together for a long wet kiss.

I spread my legs and she moved between them, rubbing her self against my floating pecker. Our tongues danced back and forth and my hands found her swollen tits.

"My nipples are really sensitive, now," Camille said into my mouth.

I rubbed them gently between my fingers bringing little coos, and sighs from her. My prick was stiffening and rested against her pregnant belly. She reached between us and adjusted her self so I slipped inside of her hot cunt. We stayed coupled like this for a long, long time, not moving very much, just fucking.

Camille is an extremely erotic woman and every time we are together, she makes a ritual of the act of sex. Her movements are always meant to bring pleasure and we have learned how to bring each other the maximum amount of sensation. I flexed my cock inside of her and she clenched her pussy around it. This resulted in a soft moan from Camille. I pushed gently into her and she responded by tightening her legs around my back and pulling me in farther. This game continued until we were wrapped in a mutual explosion of physical release, with me sending a tidal wave of hot semen pouring into her orgasming depths. Again and again my cock belched into her center filling her with my potent seed. 

We clung together beside the boat until all remnants of our sexual exertion had passed. I slowly pulled out of her and we watched between us as strings of white cum floated up, in the water from between our bodies. We looked at each other and burst into laughter. Camille and I had a bond that would never fail.

We climbed out of the water and back aboard the boat. We'd been on the river over five hours, cruising at slow speeds. I knew the powerful twin outboards could carry us back to Islands Estates in about a half hour, but we decided to take it easy and enjoy the river. We drifted in the main channel, heading south. I baited the hooks on two fishing rods and we played at fishing as we drifted with the idle of the engines. Camille hooked a nice red bass, and I landed several puppy-drum that weighed over a pound each.

As we rounded the turn close to home, Camille said, "I like Rita."

"I like her too," I replied.

"No, I mean I really like her, a lot," Camille stated.

"You mean like romantically?" I asked.

"Well, it's kind of hard to explain," she sighed. "We've been sleeping together."

"I didn't think Rita was into girls," I said.

"She says she's really hot for you, but she's afraid to push it because you're involved with so many other women. She's very confused." Camille said.

"We spent the night together, last night. I fucked her this morning before we came out on the river. Louise even snuck in and recorded us. I don't think Rita even knew it." I said.

"I know you did, and I don't care. You and I are special and I know how you love to fuck around. Rita's just younger than the rest of your women and I think she just wants to be accepted. But, she's falling for you hard, and she likes to spend happy time with me too. Sounds like daddy and mama and Grace doesn't it?" Camille giggled.

"Geez, Cammy, you think I should say something to her?" I asked.

"I think you should think about how she feels and be nice to her. She really wants to be with us." Camille concluded. 

"I will," I said as we neared the dock.

I looked up at the immenseness of Islands Estates, from the river. The great stone mansion stood as a monument to my father and grandfather on my mother's side. The grounds and buildings were truly magnificent. I was proud to be the owner of such a place and vowed to keep it as it was now for all my days on this earth.

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Rita came bounding down the walk from the house, her flaming red ponytail waving from side to side. Her shapely, braless titties moved under her thin blouse with each step. Her arms were waving wildly as she raced out on the dock to meet us.

Camille jumped from the boat and hugged the leggy redhead and their lips met in a quick but deep kiss. I looked at Rita and winked. She blushed and reached for my hand. I pulled them both into my arms and pushed my tongue through Rita's lips. Camille squeezed my butt and giggled.

"We got the beauty chairs today," Rita cried, excitedly. "I can't wait 'til you see them. Gerald put one in your room and one upstairs in my bathroom. Is that okay?"

"Sure, Honey. You did just fine. We've got fresh fish for dinner, and lots to tell you about the river property. Next time, you come with us and we'll show you the real side of Florida." I said as I lifted the cooler full of fish up onto the dock.

Louise came down the walk pulling my old American Flyer red wagon along behind her.

"Plunk your cooler in the wagon, Boy. Much easier than carryin' it up to the house," Louise instructed. "I'll have those fish cleaned in no time and we'll fry them up for supper."

Louise marched ahead of us with me pulling the wagon and a sweet redhead on one arm and my pregnant black half sister on the other. I was in hog heaven.

Rita had to show me the salon chair and demonstrate how much better than the ones Dianne had they were. I told her we had a date to test it, first thing in the morning. She was beaming.

I told her I needed a shower to wash the salt off and she immediately headed for the shower room, gathering towels and soap on her way. She pushed me inside and giggled as she disappeared and left me alone to clean up before dinner.

The fish were splendid and enjoyed by all. Camille and Rita were jabbering like magpies all through dinner. I excused myself to have council with dad about my explorations on the river.

He told me about his findings at the county records office and his conversation with the broker handling the land sale. Our offer had been accepted and we would close on the land early in November.

I told him about the inlets into the property from the river and said that I thought that we could develop a harbor-like waterfront system of inlets so homes could be built along a series of canals dug systematically off the inlets. Camille had agreed with me that would increase property values tremendously. We were moving forward with the sale and soon I would be a businessman, just like my dad. I wasn't quite sure if I was ready for that or not. Time would certainly tell.

I was tired and needed sleep. I went to say goodnight to Camille and Rita. I found them in Rita's salon. Camille was relaxing in the new reclining chair with Rita busy sanding Camille's shapely fingernails to perfection. Camille had a towel draped over her lower body but her breasts were exposed. Rita had on a transparent shortie-nightie. I kissed them both and headed out the door.

I turned as I reached the bedroom door and watched as Camille took Rita's face in her hands and they met in a hard moving kiss. Rita's hands massaged Camille's breasts as the kiss continued. Rita pulled the towel from Camille and her fingers disappeared into Camille's waiting cunt. I heard them both moan as Rita touched Camille's most sensitive spot. Rita probed gently and within minutes, Camille erupted in a series of contractions around her hand. Rita then pulled Camille to her feet and they walked to the bed and I witnessed them fall into a sixty-nine with Camille on top. No sooner had they flopped on the bed than Rita growled her approval as Camille found her clit with her tongue and brought her over the edge to freedom.

I softly closed the door as I stepped out of the room and walked down the hall to go downstairs to my own room. Things were good at Islands Estates. 

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The next months went by in a flash. We closed on the land and dad returned back to South Florida, acting like the cat that got the canary. Louise went on a diet and we all seemed to suffer from her low calorie meals. I even lost some of the softness around the middle and hardened up a bit. Camille blossomed into a big pregnant mama, with Rita and Louise doting over her every second of the day. 




Life At Islands Estates Ch. 13



Helen had started her classes to finish her law degree and Dennis had moved to Nashville to pursue his musical career. Marie was substituting at the high school in St Augustine and loving it. We were still playing monthly at The White Lion, without Dennis. I was learning a lot of new material and Marie was carrying much more of the vocal load. Dennis' mother had moved in with Gerald down by the river and they were fucking like bunnies.

Karen had been home for Christmas and she and Helen and I had spent several nights together locked in sexual bliss before she went back to school.

Rita and Camille were inseparable. Most nights we slept together as a threesome downstairs but Camille was getting close to term and was extremely uncomfortable during sex with either of us, so Rita and I grew closer and closer. Louise's hunger for sex was lessening and Marie had immersed herself in writing music and helping the other teachers with grading papers and the like.

My days were spent finishing up the work we had started in the video room and exploring the property upriver. I had meetings with engineers and planners regarding the planned canal project and time just seemed to slide by unnoticed. I had turned twenty.

Finally, one night early in March, Rita woke me up at three in the morning and informed me that it was time for Camille to go to the hospital and have the baby. We called the doctor and she was contracting every four to five minutes. He said she was very close and we might not make it in time. He advised us to sit tight and he would be there as fast as he could get here. Louise was no stranger to childbirth so she took complete command of the situation, and by the time Dr. Rush arrived, Sweet Caroline Ellis was howling like a banshee.

And what a beauty she was. Very lightly shaded skin and a whole head of dark brown hair, just like mine. Brown eyes and Camille's facial features, with long fingers and toes. She was perfect. The doctor checked her over and made all kinds of notes and gave the women millions of instructions and promised to send a nurse to help with the baby in the morning. It was now daylight and as the doctor was preparing to leave, I handed him an envelope with five one hundred dollar bills in it and thanked him profusely. He stated that he was sure he would misplace his bill and shook my hand as he walked out the door.

Life changed for everyone that day. Louise, Rita and Camille became the constant guardians of little Caroline, spoiling her rotten. Rita treated me like a king and as time went by, she professed her undying love for Camille and me. My fondness for her turned to love and I knew it was only time before I'd pop the question. The three of us talked about the future endlessly and they both agreed that no matter what happened, they both knew that I wouldn't stop fucking other women. I was the only one of us that was unsure of what to do. I loved them both but couldn't be sure I wouldn't piss them off later if I wanted to spend the night with someone else.

One night, in the early summer of 1965, Louise came downstairs while I was in the video room and perched on a stool in the control room. I was editing some videotape of one of the passed sessions we had in The War Room. Her short skirt rode high on her hip and her thigh was visible above her stocking top. The shoe she was wearing dangled from her toe and her massive tits struggled to stay captured inside her thin blouse.

"You ever going to grow up?" she asked.

"Say, what?" I asked in return.

"You heard me. You got two red-hot women up there just waiting for you to make a decision. I know you ain't gonna marry Camille, she's your sister. But Rita's ready to give herself to you in servitude." Louise complained.

"They have both already done that. What does it matter if we get married?" I asked.

"It matters to Rita and Camille. And it matters to me." Louise had raised her tone a notch.

"Okay, say I marry Rita. And say you and I want to fuck each other senseless, or I strap your ass blue in The War Room and bone your beautiful asshole for you. How does Rita feel about that or how will you feel about it if I want to spend the night with Karen or Helen, or both of them?" I queried.

"You forget, I've known you your entire life and I know how you are. It would be almost exactly the same as your father, Grace and I. Ellis men do just about anything they get a mind to and that won't change. I know that, Camille knows that and we've told Rita that. Rita loves the whole package, including your animalistic urges. Maybe that's part of the appeal. You're a taker, but you give a hundred fold more than you take. And, you fuck SO GOOD for a white boy, too." Louise stated and laughed hard. 

I looked at Louise. Her nipples were nearly ripping through her thin brassiere and blouse. I stopped the tape reels and stepped over to her. I gripped one of her nipples with my fingers and pinched easily. The shoe dropped off her toe and she sighed deeply.

"You're a bad black bitch, Louise," I said as I applied pressure to her nipple.

"True as can be," she whispered.

I hooked my fingers in either side of the opening of her blouse and grasped the thin material and pulled it apart. The buttons popped off and flew into the air. I continued pulling until the thin fabric parted through the collar and ripped down the back. I left the two pieces hanging on each of her arms as I hooked a finger through the fastening between her bra cups. A quick pull separated her bra through the center and her huge mams hung heavy before my eyes. I thin sheen of perspiration covered her forehead.

I pushed her skirt higher on her hips and pulled her panties down over her knees and feet. Dropping to my knees I buried my face in her hairy cunt and hurled my tongue deep into her wet crack. Her juices seeped into my mouth.

"Oh sweet Jesus, Cool. How good that feels to an old lady," Louise breathed.

Louise wrapped her legs around my head and leaned forward over me and ground her soggy pussy against my face. I lashed her through a fine series of little ripples and pushed myself back. Standing, I unbuckled my jeans and dropped them to the floor, uncovering a raging hard cock. Louise moved off the stool but I took her hand and touched a button on the console and led her out of the control booth and over to a sofa out in the center of the video room. I pushed her over the back of the sofa and ripped her skirt off of her. I lubricated a finger in her wet pussy and slowly inserted it in her tight ass hole. She started to moan and beg me to fuck her ass. Not being a party pooper, I obliged and soon had my cock balls deep in her rosebud pumping like a stallion. Louise bellowed with each intrusion into her bowels and squirmed to allow me deeper penetration.

Louise started to cum in great waves and this pulled me over the edge and I emptied my balls deep in her tight butt. Her volume level remained high until I had finished filling her with jizm and her spasms had subsided.

I raised my hand up and brought it down with a resounding smack on her ass cheek. Her breath sailed out of her and she pushed back against my still imbedded cock. I smacked her on the other cheek and received the same response. Once more on each cheek and my deflating pecker squished out of her clenching hole.

"If I get married, Rita might not like me to be doing that with you, you know?" I stated

"Oh, I don't think I'd mind that a bit," I heard Rita say softly from the shadows. "I'm so wet right now from watching you, see?" she asked as she moved closer and raised her nightie to show the wet patch in her panties.

Rita dropped to her knees and took my flaccid cock into her mouth and cleansed me, savoring the juices Louise and I had produced. Louise held my cock in her hand as Rita moved her head on and off it's length. Letting me slip from between her lips, Rita stood and kissed me full on the mouth.

"It won't matter, I love you. And I love Cammy. And I love Louise. I want to be with you no matter what," Rita pleaded.

"And I love you. And no matter what, you'll always be with us. And I want you to always stay with me. But you know, I'm gonna fuck other women. Including my sisters and Louise and Marie and Helen and Karen and who knows who else. And I don't want to ever hear you say I didn't warn you ahead of time." I said emphatically.

"You are such a slut, Cool. You know that?" Camille chimed in. "Quit being such an ass hole and ask her to marry you."

Camille stood there holding Caroline. Her breast was uncovered and the baby was feeding on Camille's milk engorged nipple. I felt that little stir in my balls.

I looked at Rita and then at Louise. Finally at Camille and knew that I had run out of excuses. The issue would never die. And, I really wanted to marry Rita but I still had that little naggy thing picking at me inside.

"Rita, I need a shower. And I want you to come down and do my nails. So if you three will give me some space here. I want to shut the video down and by the way, Louise, your ragged clothes are scattered all over the damn place." I said.

"I watched him do that." Rita chimed in. "That was so fucking sexy I just can't tell ya!"

"You were there for the whole time?" I asked.

"Every second of it and I wanted to rush in and grab both of you. God, I was hot," she said.

Louise looked at me and her eyes twinkled. I could see it in her eyes. Rita was on fire. Camille was in heaven with the baby. And I was fucked. I had no arguments left.

"Fuck, I need a shower," I said and started to turn the video equipment off. The three women left the room, yakking up a storm. All I could think about was the three of them making wedding plans. I should complain? I had the best of all worlds at my command. Or maybe they just had me where they wanted me. I had no clue!



Life At Islands Estates Ch. 14



I decided in my feeble mind to ask Rita for her hand, and I guess the whole rest of her nubile young body for that matter, in marriage. I was having a tough time getting around to asking her though. I was busy with Camille working on a rough plan for starting the development of our recently acquired property and I just never found the right moment.

I went to Daytona in early August and found an engagement ring I liked and bought it and the wedding band to go with it. It was, of coarse, very gaudy and extremely expensive. But then, that's the way I do things. Or should I say, overdo things. I had it safely tucked away in the safe waiting for enough courage to ask her.

Late August brought the threat of severe weather, and an impending hurricane. We all went berserk and spent two days preparing for the worst and with good cause, because Hurricane Dora came marching across North Florida the first week of September and to date was the worst storm on record for our part of the country. We were secure in the great stone house and except for a few blown off tiles on the roof and a mountain of tree limbs in the yard, we survived unscathed.

The eye of the great howling storm passed eighteen miles to the north and blasted St. Augustine and The Jacksonville Beaches to pieces. I recall that after we had closed all the storm shutters and moved the big boat up under the house, we disconnected the main fuses to the house and switched over to the huge diesel generators, which had been installed for just such an occasion. With the house secure, and the diesels throbbing away, Louise, Camille, baby Caroline, Rita and I took shelter in the front cellar under the house that had been constructed for protection from storms and planned to sit the storm out. Helen and Marie along with Gerald and Dennis's mother Susan went to Gainesville to sit it out with Karen.

Our radio tuned to NOAA weather gave us hourly updates on the progress of the upcoming blow. We were prepared two days early but what the hell, we had a blast all bunched up in the cellar, drinking wine and playing cards and pretending to be scared. We had comfortable beds in the storm shelter and it wasn't long before Camille and Rita were lapping at each other's pussies while Louise and I watched my daughter. I decided this would be an opportune time to pop the question so I excused myself and quickly ran up to the safe and grabbed the ring.

The wind was raging outside and the rain was pelting the whole world. The storm surge was hammering the coastline and it was dark and eerie in the old stone house.

I stripped as I reentered the storm shelter and crept up behind Rita, who was kneeling with her face mashed securely into Camille's heaving cunt. I entered Rita from behind, unceremoniously, and humped her furiously while she groveled the quaking Camille. Louise looked on with grim resistance, knowing about what I was subject to do at any moment. Camille was climaxing steadily into Rita's hungry mouth and I had nearly reached the point of emptying my load into Rita's scalding pussy.

I stopped lunging suddenly and both of the gasping women looked up at me, wondering if something was wrong. My steel hard cock was planted balls deep in Rita's cunt and Camille was shaking from her lingering orgasms. Rita's face glistened with Camille's sweet discharges. 

I held the blue velvet ring case up so they both could see it and said, "I suppose a proposal of marriage would be out of the question?"

Camille lurched up and bumped Rita who pushed back against me. The movement was all it took to take me over the edge into oblivion and I started cumming in her sucking pussy. Rita popped her nut at the same moment and Camille squealed with glee at what I had said. I bellowed and mashed into Rita repeatedly until I was drained. Camille was reaching for the ring box but Rita had her pinned to the bed. Louise was clapping her hands and tears were streaming down her cheeks from laughter. 

The awkward position I was in gave me cause to dislodge from Rita and sit back on the carpet. Both Rita and Camille descended upon me at the same time kissing and hugging me and generally spreading man and woman cum all over all of us due to the recent sex acts we had just performed.

Rita had captured the ring box and was covering my face with kisses. Camille had settled on the floor next to us and Louise stood over the whole tangled mess, holding Caroline in her arms.

"Well?" Louise was the first to speak.

We all looked up at her.

"What'd you tell him?" she asked.

Rita and Camille looked at each other, then at me and then back at Louise.

"Rita, he just asked you to marry him. Remember? What did you tell him?" Louise was insistent.

"Of coarse we'll marry him!" Rita cried.

"Only one of you can marry him." Louise told Rita and howled with laughter.

Then we all laughed together and Camille collected Rita in her arms and kissed her hard on the lips.

"I've already had him for twenty years as my brother, Honey. You can marry him and we'll share his sorry ass for fifty years or so then you can have him for yourself." Camille said between outbursts of laughter.

"I'm so surprised," Rita, breathed after donning the huge cluster of diamonds, "I just don't know what to say."

"Say yes, and lets get on with the fucking," Camille urged her.

"Oh alright, YES! I'll marry you," Rita yelled.

So there it was. I had asked Rita to marry me. Me, Virgil P. Ellis, born in the Deep South, a southern gentleman, insanely wealthy and embarking on a business adventure that could be worth hundreds of millions of bucks, had asked a tall, redheaded female from NEW YORK to marry me. What was to become of The South?

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By the next morning, the storm had passed and we emerged from the underground shelter none the worse for the wear. Except that I had been mauled be three sex-crazed females for a day and a half and was exhausted.

Louise and I went to the task of opening the storm shutters and I fueled the generators again, due to the fact that all the power lines had been blown down. The grounds were a mass of pine boughs and palm fronds. The pier was intact and the two buildings down by the river were still standing, although they were nearly buried in branches and leaves.

The river was floating with debris and was extremely high, maybe four or five feet above high flood. Not at all a pretty sight. The phones were dead and I guessed we'd be stuck here due to downed trees on the state road. So, we just sat tight and enjoyed each other.

It was four days until the power came back on and almost a week for the phone. We had plenty of food but we had nearly exhausted the diesel fuel but we made it. I decided to install another large underground tank for future use.

All Rita, Camille and Louise could talk about was THE WEDDING! I was glad to get out in the yard and carry limbs to get away from the constant reminder of my impending matrimony.

We hadn't even discussed a date and they were already talking about dresses and tuxes and I had to escape to the outdoors to keep my sanity.

Gerald and I spent two weeks cleaning up after the storm and I was forever in his debt for the help. Susan returned to his bed immediately after his return and he told me that she had been asking him if he minded if she and I spent an afternoon together. I asked him how he felt about that and he said she was free to do what ever she wanted, she was still married to Denny's dad and just hanging around with him for the sex. I asked him if he wanted to do her together and he allowed, as that might be fun, so we set out to do just that.

Susan was perched on the front balcony of Gerald's upstairs apartment, looking out on the river. The river was still loaded with trash from the storm and I decided it would take weeks before it cleared. She was wearing a short sundress, and sandals. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she was severely made up. She wore entirely too much make up most of the time, but who cares, her pussy was so tight and hot it didn't matter.

I stepped up quietly behind her and cupped her big soft tits from behind. She stood up and moved back against me turning her head for a kiss. I pressed my lips to her open mouth and she sucked my tongue inside. Susan was hot and ready. Gerald remained just inside the door to the balcony and watched through the glass as I manhandled her big orbs through her dress. She ground her ass against my growing erection and I responded by rubbing hard up on her soft butt.

She turned and threw one leg up on my hip and pulled her dress up to her waist. I fumbled with my fly and dropped my shorts enough for her to pull my dick out. I raised her ass up and sat her on the porch railing and she pulled me into her naturally tiny hole. Still as tight as ever, I forced myself into her heat and started to hump her against the rail.

Susan noticed Gerald through the glass door and squeaked. He stood with a hard cock in his hand watching us fuck on his front porch. I was stroking her harder now and she was moaning into my mouth as our tongues continued to wrestle. My legs were about to give out and I was nowhere near to cumming, so I suggested we go inside and join Gerald for a threesome. Susan went off at the suggestion and clamped her legs around me as she drifted through a strong orgasm around my dick as I walked toward the open door.

Gerald lifted her off me and I quickly lost my clothes. Gerald lay on the floor and I stripped Susan out of her dress. I helped her to straddle Gerald's body and she lowered herself down gingerly over his up-thrust prick. She sank all the way to the bottom and laid forward flat on his chest. I kneeled between Gerald's legs and slid my hard cock along the bottom of his and attempted to enter her tight hole next to his. She protested for a few seconds but after my cock head slipped inside of her she relaxed and I was able to intrude several inches before it became too painful for her to endure. 

I pulled out and popped through her cute little ass hole with almost no resistance. I slid into her as far as I could go and Susan groaned and pushed back against me. Gerald began pumping into her cunt as I started to hump her butt. The friction between our cocks, sliding back and forth into her two holes simultaneously, brought us both quickly to orgasm. I came first filling her with my thick man juice. I flopped out immediately after coming and my discharge oozed out of her ass and flowed down over Gerald's cock and balls as he continued to invade her pussy. He came seconds later and Susan screamed as her climax took her at the same moment. I left them on the floor, still stuck together, pulled my shorts on and headed for the house. Susan had indeed come out of her shell.

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My twenty-first birthday came in October and we had a small orgy in The War Room, on the night of my birthday. Rita, Camille, Marie, Louise and Helen had invited Karen, Chrissie, and Gail to join us for dinner. Lisa Holiday had flown to New York and brought Dianne to the party also. Proper dress was required, which meant you wore your finest sexy lingerie. Dinner had been served in the big dinning room and we all had gathered in the den for me to open my birthday gift, which was a joint purchase from all ten of them.

I opened the small envelope presented to me by Camille and found a set of car keys and the title card to a brand new Corvette Sting Ray. I was told that it was sequestered down in the mower shed and that Gerald would drive it up to the house as soon as Camille called him. She made the call and we all gathered out on the drive and witnessed the arrival of the sparkling yellow convertible. It was a chilly October evening so the scantily clad ladies weren't real keen on standing around outside while I inspected the car so I thanked Gerald, for driving the car up, and we all headed back into the house.

A fresh bottle of wine was opened and we made our way into the candlelit recesses of The War Room. I was seated on one of the loungers and after Dianne and Camille had ceremoniously removed my clothing, my hands and feet were carefully tied to the legs of the settee. My cock had reached full proportions by now and I my eyes had been covered with a heavy blindfold.

The object of this game was for each of those present to pour a few drops of wine on my stiff cock and then clean me with their mouth and tongue. My job was to guess who it was doing the cleanup duties. I had been with each of the wonderful women in the room many times before and enjoyed each of them orally. But to lie blindfolded and tied, and try and guess whose lips were sucking on my hardness was a new adventure.

The room was as quiet as a funeral parlor as the first drops of cool wine splashed over my erection and the first mouth made contact with me. Each of my lovers had some special movement or favorite trick they employed when they used their mouth on me. I had also become aware of the perfume each of them preferred so that was also a clue as to who was touching me. I sensed that Dianne was the first to take her turn by the way her soft hair swept across my thighs and the way she first licked the wine that had run down between my legs to my ass hole. I recalled the way she tongued me in New York. I was correct.

I didn't know how much I could stand before I shot my wad so I tried to relax and enjoy the moment. Gail came next and then Chrissie. Both were very gentle but I got them mixed up and everybody laughed at me. I was really enjoying the game but I wanted to cum really bad. Next was Marie, I'd know her mouth anywhere and I guessed her right away. Louise did her deep throat thing but I had already guessed it was she by the huge tits that lay against my legs as she bent over to take me in her throat.

I also had Helen and Karen reversed but was forgiven for that because they were mother and daughter and so much alike. I could smell Lisa's strong perfume and new it was she before her tongue swirled around me. They tried to mess me up by sending Helen in for a second time but I recognized her from her earrings, which brushed my legs the first time she sucked on me. I called foul and they all laughed at me and said it was their game and they made the rules as they went along.

They gave me just enough time between contestants to relax a little. My balls were about to burst with the need to cum. I tried to remember who hadn't taken a turn but was having a tough time concentrating. I had endured a tremendous number of sensations over the past hour.

I felt the cool wine dribbling on me again and felt the lounger move slightly as a woman sat on either side of me this time. I felt first one tongue and then another along with a warm hand encircling me close to the bottom. A hot mouth slid over the crown and a tongue laved at me between her lips and whoever's hand held me up. Finally, the mouth and tongue went away and the hand held my prick vertical as someone positioned herself over me and descended down on my rampant member. The single downward stroke was all it took to send me over the edge, spewing molten sperm into the woman impaling her self on me.

I was beyond recognizing whose pussy I was discharging my seed into. All I knew was, it felt magnificent. I heard her groan and then I realized that Rita was the owner of the hot sleeve wrapped around me and that the hand must have been Camille's. Just as I ejected the last of my pent up passion, I heard moans from across the room, and giggles from elsewhere. Rita leaned forward and kissed me deeply and I felt Camille's tongue working at the juncture of my cock and Rita's leaking pussy. Strange erotic sensations raced through me again and I felt another jerk as fired a dry shot up into Rita.

Rita extracted herself and I felt many hands and mouths on me cleansing our mixed juices away. Rita was groaning with her orgasm as someone was obviously licking her cunt and sucking my cum out of her and bringing her off.

I remained tied to the lounger and the manipulation of my manhood continued until I grew hard again. This time, the women took turns sucking on my weary pecker until I expelled a huge load out onto my belly, which was then ravenously consumed by the hungry mouths that had caused the eruption.

My blindfold was removed and Camille untied me. I looked around the dimly lit room and saw my tormentors cuddled here and there engaging in the activities females do with one another without the presence of the male. Helen, Karen and Dianne were tangled up in a little daisy chain and Gail was still furiously sucking Rita's pussy. Chrissie was mercilessly strapping Marie's upturned ass with a cat-o-nine tails. Louise and Camille had presumably gone to tend to the baby and Lisa sat on a chair just across from where I sat on the lounger, smoking a long brown cigarette and holding a glass of wine, smiling at me.

"You got it made, Buster," Lisa said.

"Oh?" was all I could manage in my weakened condition.

"Yup. Just look around you. It's disgusting that so many of us love you," she sighed deeply.

"What can I say?" I expounded.

"And now you tell me you're getting married?" Lisa asked.

"Shit! Nothing changes. You look around. It's just nuts. I have no answer. I love all of you too but it seems like the right thing to do. But she says we'll still have all this. I think it's more of a security issue than anything else. I don't know." I whined.

"Don't worry, Poopsie. I'm just giving you a hard time," she said and took a deep drag on her smoke. "I ain't lookin' for a husband any more than any of the others, 'cept for Rita. I think the love is real with her. Be good to her and she'll be with you forever."

The room was alive with little moaning piles of thrashing bodies and smelled of sex and perfume. I winked at Lisa and made my way out of there in search of Camille and Louise. I found them in Camille's room, nursing the baby. I desperately wanted to nurse on Camille's tits and taste her milk. I had mentioned that to Louise earlier and after Camille had finished nursing Caroline, she came to me and sat next to me on the bed. She held her milk-swollen breast up to me and I gently sucked on it. To my surprise, I had to suck quite hard to get anything out of it. Once I figured it out, I sucked eagerly, savoring the rich taste of her milk. 

I was becoming aroused from the act of nursing on Camille's tits but Louise shooed me out of the room and told me they'd had enough for one night. I understood and went into the den to find myself a shot of Scotch.

One at a time the naked bodies wandered out of The War Room and gave me a birthday kiss and bid me good night. Helen and Karen returned to their house next door. Marie, with Dianne in tow, went upstairs to her apartment. Lisa had already gone back to St. Augustine. Chrissie and Gail went in search of Gerald hoping to entice him into more high-spirited sexual activity down in his hovel by the river. Rita swept into the room searching for her cigarettes and a beer.

"Hi, Sweetie. Did you have fun in there?" she asked firing a smoke and blowing a plume into the air.

"Whose idea was the guessing game?" I asked in return.

"Oh, Lisa came up with that one. You did pretty good," she giggled.

"Humph! Least you could have done was warn me up front. My nuts were about to explode," I bawled.

"You'll live," she said. "Let's go downstairs and have a nice hot bath and I'll rub your back for you."

"To Hell with my back, rub my front instead!" I said as I followed her out of the room.

We set the date for our wedding that night, for the first Saturday in May. I should have been more enthusiastic but I guess I was feeling like a minnow in a seine. This feeling would soon pass and I'd get on with the business at hand.





Life At Islands Estates Ch. 14



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Camille and I engaged a marine architectural firm to design and estimate the cost of our waterfront community. The cost was staggering but we estimated it would more than quadruple the price we could ask for the lots. Also, the U.S. Department of Transportation approached us and informed us that we would be losing a path directly through the property for the new Interstate 95 highway. They would reimburse us for the property they condemned almost enough the repay the original purchase price for the entire tract. Dad must have smelled that one coming because he really crowed when we got the official papers on the deal.

Fall evolved into a mild winter and then spring came and with it, the ceaseless conversation of the impending nuptials. I was getting excited too, I guess. I called Dennis and invited him to be my best man. He told me I should have asked dad, but dad had other plans, like making it a double wedding so he could make an 'HONEST WOMAN' out of Janice. Everyone thought that was a splendid idea so the plans doubled and I was much more into the spirit of things.

I disengaged myself from the wedding plans and started to work on developmental stages of the land. I decided, with everyone's approval, to name the development 'Palm Coast Development'. Eventually, Palm Coast evolved into a thriving coastal community with schools, stores, churches and thousands of homes, which over time added millions to our fortune. I don't think Rita had any idea in the world what she had gotten herself in to in the beginning but she became a very good wife and she and I and Camille stayed together until she passed away many years later.

But, I get ahead of myself. April arrived and with it the beautiful azaleas which abound in the southern part of the country. Gerald and his crew of three helpers busted their butts making the grounds just so for the wedding. Louise was running us all crazy so I tried to stay busy and out of the way whenever I could get away with it. I was enjoying the Corvette and got a lot of smiles whenever I drove through one of the metro areas in it. There's just something about a 'Vette that attracts the eye of the ladies.

I drove up to Jacksonville one afternoon to check out a new music store on Beach Boulevard. I was impressed with the selection of guitars and amps they had on the floor and ended up purchasing two bass guitars and a Fender Bassman amplifier. It was a tight squeeze but I piled it all in the Corvette and decided to stop and visit with the folks at Brandy's Lounge in Neptune Beach on the way back home. I just barely got the top on the car up over the guitars so I could leave it in the lot.

I entered the dim lounge and was immediately recognized by Tony the bartender from the night we played there with Ronny and Jeff. Tony was all smiles and bought me a couple of brews and asked if we were interested in a gig there sometime in the summer. I told him sure and gave him my phone number. While we were talking, who should appear but little chubby Debbie, the girl from the Mill Top, in St. Augustine.

She didn't recognize me at first because my hair has gotten much longer and my goatee is much fuller.

"You just gonna be stuck up, or are you going to say hi to your old buddy?" I asked after a couple of minutes.

She looked at me briefly and jumped up and threw her arms around my neck and hugged me.

"I didn't know it was you," she squealed.

"In the flesh. How you doing?" I asked.

"Same old shit, different day," she complained.

"Haven't seen you for a while. You still married?" I asked.

"Ya, but he's out to sea. He's in the Navy," she said. "You still hanging out with Marie? She can sure eat pussy."

"You bet, but Denny's living in Nashville now," I explained.

"I could sure use her about now. It's been a while since I had a good tongue lashing," she giggled.

"So what am I, chopped liver?" I asked. "I can help you with that. You still suck dick in filthy barroom toilets?"

Debbie stood up to her full 5'-2", stuck out her ample bosoms, grabbed me by the hand, and said, "Come with me, Stud Muffin, to my office."

She led me to the men's room door and kicked it open with her toe. "This is pretty clean, but it'll have to do for now," said Debbie as she pulled me through the door behind her.

I looked over my shoulder at Tony. He gave me a thumbs up signal and made a twisting motion with his hand indicating that I should lock the door behind us. Debbie advanced to the center of the room and reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down over her hips and down her legs and off. She handed them to me and I sniffed them and stuffed them away in my pocket. Pulling her skirt up over her plump butt, she faced the sink and spread her legs giving me open access to her gaping ass hole and pussy from the back.

I dropped to my knees and lashed at her from behind bringing a harsh gasp from her as I made contact with her privates. I sloshed around in her pussy for a long time drawing many assorted moans and groans from her. She was cumming nicely and cursing like a sailor the whole while. Her legs finally buckled and had I not caught her, she would have fallen to the floor. I stood up and pulled her into a stall and sat her on a toilet. I unbuckled my khaki's and presented my hard cock for her inspection. She went right down on it and sucked me down until I reached the back of her throat. She started to gag so she pushed me out some and started to oscillate on what she could handle.

Just as I was about to shoot my load in her mouth, she pulled her blouse open and ejected me from her mouth. Taking me in her chubby hand, she directed my streams of sticky goo down toward her fat tits and I bathed them both liberally. She returned her mouth to my cock and sucked the remaining fluid from me and then smeared my sperm all over her boobs with my cock. Again she sucked me into her hot mouth and swabbed the mess from me with her tongue. Debbie was a real cum-slut. I enjoyed it every time I ran into her.

We returned to the bar and I bought her a couple of beers and we talked to Tony. The time had slipped away and I had to get back so I thanked Tony and Debbie and took my leave. As I was walking to the door I heard Tony ask Debbie if she was interested in round two. Debbie stood up and headed for the men's room, with Tony in hot pursuit. Yup, Debbie's a real cum-slut.

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On the drive down through the beaches communities between Atlantic Beach and Marineland, I paid close attention to the different styles of the houses. This is something I had never down before and I was amazed to notice the wide variety in design. They ranged from ancient, weathered clapboard beach houses along the windswept coastline to tall stone and coquina stucco edifices sitting back in the hammocks between the dunes. No distinct pattern could be discerned.

I allowed in my mind that the basic Florida style of architecture could be described as 'ANYTHING GOES'. I decided to let Camille do all the difficult thinking regarding our development and I'd just write checks and play music, and keep the ladies in my life happy. I was quite content being eccentric!



Life At Islands Estates Ch. 15



Time was getting short. It was Thursday and Sunday was the big event. Dad and Janice were due in from Key Biscayne any minute and Lisa was to deliver Dianne, Rita's mother and twin brothers Cory and Craig to us tomorrow. Dennis wasn't due to arrive until Saturday morning.

The ladies were in a frenzy with preparations. The ceremony would take place on the front lawn, in front of the fountain. All manner of flowering plant had taken up residence in front of the house and Gerald was as proud as a peacock with his handiwork. White metal arches had been erected for us to stand under and climbing flowers adorned them. Rows of chairs would line an isle way to the arches. Rita and Janice would walk from the front door of the house, up the isle between the chairs and stop under the arches. Dad and I would enter from both sides and join the ladies at mid-field. After the happy vows were spoken, we would walk back toward the house and everybody would pour an avalanche of rice over us and wish us well. I would have preferred a Notary Public instead, but I was soundly admonished for even breathing such blasphemy in the presence of Louise and Marie.

Louise had enlisted the services of a retired Presbyterian minister who would come to the estate and give us his blessings. Dad isn't much for preachers, but again, Louise was handling things and we were just along for the ride. I was doing my best to keep a low profile. I spent a lot of time on the river in the boat.

Little Caroline had her wheels now and was toddling around the house at a great rate. Tykes like to explore and she was everywhere in the house. Louise thought it was wonderful but Camille was a nervous wreck. I found it all very amusing myself. Marie agreed with me, it was like watching The Keystone Cops.

I had just snuck past the troops into the den to sequester myself, with a bottle of House of Lords and some ice cubes, when I heard an air horn blast out in front of the house. I downed the Scotch in a gulp and wound my way to the front yard to investigate the cause of the disturbance. There in the driveway sat dad and Jan in a brand new Peter-Bilt semi tractor. A great big red one with two smoke stacks and all kinds of pin striping and chrome wheels and a queen sized sleeper. You never know what he's going to come up with next.

"Here ya go, Boy. This here truck's your wedding present from us," he bellowed from the top step of the giant truck.

"What am I going to do with a truck?" I called back up to him.

"Hell, how should I know? You got everything else, and you don't fly so an airplane was out of the question. I thought you might get a kick out of a truck." He said waving his hand in a big arc over his head.

I had seen and heard it all now. Janice came up to me and hugged me hard. She pressed her body against me and stuck her tongue as far down my throat as she possibly could. I groped her ass cheeks with both hands and whispered in her ear, "I want some pussy in the truck. Think we can work that out?" I asked.

"Oh, Si, Papita," she breathed in my ear. "I'm gonna give you some good pussy before the wedding. And maybe we can swap the old man for the redhead after the ceremony. What do you think?"

"Works for me. I'll talk with Rita and see what she has in mind. I gotta be cool with her right now. Lots of tension, you know," I said and released my grip on her ass. I had a hard on. The Spanish girl had slimmed down a little and felt good in my arms. I missed her fiery Latin charms more than I had realized and looked forward to jumping her bones. I wondered if Rita would take to the old man, but then they had met in the past, at Dianne's, and if I know Dianne, they had already been intimate. Ain't life interesting?

Dad was busy greeting everybody and feeling up their asses with reckless abandon. Jan looked at me and rolled her eyes. I winked at her and patted her on the butt again. She stuck her hand in my pocket and groped my stiffy. Everybody had gone into the house so I nudged Jan in the direction of the big diesel truck and we crawled up in the sleeper. She was naked and all over me before I could even get turned around to close the door.

"Damn, Girl, the old man not giving you enough?" I asked as I jerked my pants down to my ankles.

"Plenty, but I want your hard prick in me now. I miss how we used to fuck all the time with the others," Janice said as her mouth engulfed me cock.

I switched around so I could get my face in her pussy and spread her open with my fingers and swooped in for a taste. The little silver rings that decorated her pussy lips always fascinated me. I lolled them around with my tongue and this brought grunts from her around my cock, which was stuffed deep in her hungry mouth. As my tongue worked her tepid inner folds, I tickled her tiny bunghole with a fingertip. She hunched back on my finger so I slipped it through her opening, bringing another vibrating groan around my dick.

Jan is a real hottie and likes it nasty so I pushed my finger deep into her anus and twisted it in a big circle on its way in. This brought even deeper moans from the eager Spanish girl. Jan was leaking sweet pussy juice on my lips and tongue and writhing hard against my face and fingers. I crammed my cock as deep in her mouth as I could get it and sucked hard on her clit. She bucked hard against my face and released a big splash of juice as she ripped into a hard orgasm. I pumped a couple of more times into her face and sloshed her throat with a river of thick gooey jizm.

The dark haired Spanish beauty never lets me down. Every time we get together, it's hotter than before. She continued to milk me with her mouth, as I stayed glued to her weeping pussy. I finally backed away and rolled her over on her back. I marveled again at the intricate dragon tattoo, which covered so much of her olive skin. The colors were striking.

She had different jewelry through the piercing in her nipples. Gold rings passed through each nipple and to each ring, a short chain of three gold links connected to a teardrop shaped diamond on her right breast and a trapezoidal topaz on the left. I took each jewel between my teeth and tugged on her gently pulling the chain tight and stretching her nipple. The sensations I created with the outward pressure caused her to clamp her legs around my leg and hump against me, smearing her flowing juice on my leg. 

"Stick your dick in me, Cool," she whimpered in my ear.

Releasing her nipples, I rolled between her legs and slid the head of my ready cock just inside her hot pussy. She started humping as soon as I entered her. Only an inch or two was inside of her but she moved herself frantically on it.

"Push it in, Cool. Don't make me wait, I need you," Janice begged.

I was in no hurry. Having just filled her throat, I was good for a long ride and I wanted to enjoy my old lover for as long as I could. I eased myself deeper into her sleeve and she responded by increasing the length of her motion. After many minutes, I descended to her deepest regions and her hot Latin ancestry turned her into a gyrating female love animal heaving herself against me, seeking the release that comes with the end of the act of passion.

And when the release found us, it came with a thunderous finality and left us both breathless and bathed in the sweet wet aftermath of the human mating ritual.

"Madre Mia, Papita! I wish I had you thirty years ago," Janice whispered against my chest.

I had not wished to speak yet, due to near total consumption of available oxygen, but all I could think of to say was, "We'd have had a hell of a run if you had."

"Rita will have a stallion, and I will have the 'Old Bull'," she said.

"Bull is right! He's so full of it," I laughed. Jan laughed too.

"We have got to go in the house," I said, untangling myself from my sexy lover. "People will begin to wonder."

"Won't anybody wonder about us. If they don't know by now, they never will," said Janice, as she searched for her clothing.

I climbed down out of the truck and pulled my pants back up. I headed for the garage thinking I'd slip downstairs and clean up before confronting anyone in the house. Wrong! I should have gone around the outside of the house because Camille and Caroline were just inside the door as I entered and she just stood there with her hands on her hips smiling at me. Little Caroline ran up to me and grabbed my leg saying, "Daaaa, Daaaa, Daaaa."

Camille pointed to the mirror on the silent butler in the hall where we were standing. I looked in the mirror and discovered that I had a big lipstick smear on my face and Janice's discharges were drying in my goatee. My hair was a mess and I had my shirt buttoned one notch off of square.

"Hey, I'm getting married. Just tying up some loose ends," I said, lamely.

"Careful you don't tie them around your neck," said Camille, picking up the baby and announcing to everyone in the kitchen that I had been found.

I had no escape so I stepped into the kitchen. Jan had come in through the front door and was standing next to Rita. She didn't look at all like we had just had wild and crazy sex in the back of the truck. Why did I feel like a pair of brown shoes in a tuxedo world?

"Come on, Lover Boy. Let's get you cleaned up before Louise feeds us. You look a bit frazzled. Did the tattooed lady tie a big knot in your doo-doo?" Rita pestered as she pulled me to the stairway leading downstairs. I followed without argument. Hoping to have a few minutes alone with my wife to be.

"Sorry," I mumbled as we descended the stairs.

"For what?" she asked.

"You know, disappearing like that." I replied.

We came to the bottom of the steps and she turned around and stood right in front of me. I was still one step above her.

"Look, we gotta get this straightened out right now," Rita began, looking up into my eyes. I prepared myself for an ass chewing.

"I thought we had this already discussed, but I guess we need to do it again just so you get it all straight in your tiny little mind. I told you that your escapades with the ladies wouldn't become a matter of conversation in our relationship unless you made it one. So don't make it one. I know you're going to fuck everybody in this house before Sunday and probably some of them more than once. Maybe you'll even get around to me. We got the whole rest of our lives to worry about things, let's not start with what we both already know is going to happen. Besides, I just gave the old man a blow job he shouldn't forget before Sunday unless Louise gets to him between now and then," she concluded.

She turned and walked through the studio into the bedroom. I followed her like a puppy.

"Who said I had a tiny little mind?" I asked.

I could tell by her chuckle that things were fine. I don't know why I worry so much. Getting married is really a strain.

I looked into the bathroom where Rita was leaning down to turn the water on in the Jacuzzi bathtub. Great fluffy pink towels hung from all the towel bars and a pink bath mat adorned the floor. I groaned and I heard the chuckle over the sound of the running water. It would appear that Rita and Louise had started a conspiracy to drive me nuts. Rita had even spread a big pink towel over the salon chair. She stood with her hands on her hips grinning at me. After a year and a half, the pink towels were back. What next!

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The bath was great. I like water sports. Rita joined me in the tub and we did the whole scrubbing bubbles thing. Then she had me park my butt in the salon chair, on the pink towel. She had all her manicure and pedicure stuff on a little rolling cart and she had an adjustable rolling stool to sit on and with her hair all wrapped up in one of the wonderful pink towels, she set out to make me beautiful.

She trimmed and buffed and probed around my toenails and fingernails. Then she lathered my face and shaved me with that long skinny razor. After the shave, she trimmed my goatee and used the blow dryer on my hair after she trimmed it all up. She even straightened my eyebrows and clipped the hair in my nose. I could get used to this.

The next order of business was a great foot massage. My old flat feet hurt me all the time anyway so this could get to be a favorite pastime. Her hands moved about my whole body over the next hour and I felt like I was floating on air. She used scented oils that made my skin warm wherever she rubbed me. I was luxuriating with my eyes closed. The only sound was the flowing of the water on the rocks in the fishpond in the next room and our breathing.

I felt Rita lift the end of my cock with her hand and wrap her other hand, filled with the scented oil, around my cock. She began to slowly massage my pecker and balls with both hands. I hardened instantly. Her soft slippery hands continued to manipulate my rigid cock as it warmed with the application of the oils. She moved her hands slowly and softly, never gripping me firmly. This was the most sensuous feeling I had ever experienced. Her hands dipped between my legs frequently and her fingers glided over my puckered little butt hole hundreds of times it seemed.

After a long time, Rita increased the firmness of her grip and brought me to the edge of heaven only to let me slip away. She repeated this again only this time she held me firmly around the base of my cock and let the moment slip away again. Her slippery fingers found my anal opening and invaded just inside. This sent a multitude of signals to my brain telling me to blast my load all over the place but Rita held me firm and I backed away again from the edge. I was near mental breakdown now, and she could sense the time had come.

"Okay, Cowboy, now you can give mama what she wants," Rita whispered as she moved her hand from around the bottom of my blood engorged cock and smoothly pumped up and down until I erupted, sending a long thick rope of goo flying high above her hand and splashing down across my chest and stomach. Seven times I sent a surge of thick man cream flying into the air. Each time Rita moved her hand down and drew it up, I would send another stream gushing out.

Finally, it was over. Rita had performed the magic with her hands again. If I ever had a doubt about marrying her, it should have vanished now.

Rita leaned over me and started the cleaning ritual with her mouth. Every drop of cum disappeared. Rita's hot oil hand job is the most exciting sensual experience imaginable. And watching her methodical tongue licking away the reward of her efforts will get you hard all over gain. Unless it's the third time in a couple of hours you've shot your load, then I think you gotta take a break and reload.

And so it was, Rita cleaned me up again and I dressed. She had vanished to go and make herself beautiful before dinner.

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I felt the need for a Scotch and went to find the old man. I found him in the den nursing a Bushmills. I located my House of Lords and dashed a hunk over a few ice cubes and joined him for a conversation about our development. We spent a couple of hours sharing ideas and agreed to hire the guy that had purchased his civil contracting business, when he retired, to begin road construction in the development. It would be a long, slow pull, but if Camille's estimates were correct, the payoff would be monumental. Dad was planning to spend a few days here before taking his bride back to The Keys. We would do a lot of business during his stay.

As we sat talking I felt that little nagging feeling start to gnaw at me again. Had I made the right decision about getting married? I couldn't put a finger on my reluctance but I felt like I was forgetting to do something.

Suddenly, little Caroline toddled into the room, arms all akimbo as she clambered over to me. "Daaa, Daaa, Daaa," she squealed as she reached for me to pick her up on my lap. I looked up to see Camille leaning against the doorjamb, smiling at us.

It hit me as if I had been run down by the big truck in the driveway. I was looking across the room at Camille, holding our baby daughter on my lap when the lights came on in my brain.

"Hold the kid, Pop," I said handing him Caroline.

"Where's Rita?" I asked Camille walking up to her and taking her by the hand as I went through the door.

"With Marie and Louise in the kitchen," she replied as I pulled her up the hall.

"Go and get her and meet me down by the car. We have to go to Daytona Right away," I said and headed down the stairs.

Rita and Camille joined me outside by the Nomad. We climbed in and they were both staring at me like I had gone completely nuts. Maybe I had, but I knew what I wanted to do to set things right. We drove south on A-1-A.

"So, give. What's this all about?" Rita asked finally.

"Rita I love you with all my heart and we're getting married Sunday. But I just got this thing burning in the bottom of me that says I'm not right with it. So here's the deal. You and I and Camille have a special thing going on here and I can't marry Camille because she's my sister. But I love her to death and I love our kid. But I want to marry you. Still, I don't want to let Camille out of it. So here's the pitch. We're going back to the jeweler where I bought your rings and get another set exactly like it. And Sunday when we get married, Camille takes the vows same as you and me and we get married to each other, the three of us. The preacher won't know the difference. We won't have a license but we will have all said the words to each other. Cool idea huh?" I said.

Rita looked at Camille and then back at me. I drove in silence. I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw that they were both staring at me now.

"What?" I asked.

Camille was the first to speak, "Have you completely taken leave of you senses? That's the most ridiculous thing that I have ever heard of!" 

"Me too," Rita chimed in. "That's preposterous. Nobody would ever believe it if we did that. Besides, it's not legal."

"Technically, with only one license for Cool and you," Camille reasoned, "no laws would be broken. Right, Cool?"

"Absolutely correct. And if anybody in that house has anything negative to say about it, I'll rip his face off and feed it to him." I said.

"So, let's get the rings," Rita cried.

Both of them started squealing and clapping and hugging each other and I felt like a regular genius. Nobody in his right mind would try to pull a stunt like this. But like I said, we have a special thing going and it's all just very weird anyhow. God, I love being different.

We arrived at the jewelry store and I explained to the saleslady what I wanted and showed her Rita's ring. She assured me it was no problem and disappeared into the back of the store. Returning with the rings, she attempted to slip it on Camille's finger and found it to be much too small. It was the only one in stock so I inquired as to the possibility of having it resized. She assured me that would be no problem and that it would be ready by Tuesday. I explained that I needed it like right now and was informed the jeweler had gone for the day and would not return until Monday morning. I then explained how I might find a thousand dollar tip in it for each of them if the jeweler could come back in and size it tonight so I could pick it up at ten in the morning.

"For a thousand dollars, I'll have your child," stammered the saleslady.

I heard Rita groan and ask, "Are you from New York?"

"No. Why?" the lady asked in return.

"Oh, no reason. The last time I was in a jewelry store with him, in New York City, the sales person ended up sprawled out on her desk. And I recall the tip was only a couple of hundred bucks that time." Rita remarked while the lady looked on with widened eyes.

I shrugged. The lady picked up the phone and made a call.

"If you want to wait, Mr. Danson will resize the ring for you tonight and save you a trip in the morning, Mr. Ellis." The lady replied smiling.




Life At Islands Estates Ch. 15



"We'll be back in an hour. I feel like buying a guitar," I said, as I finished writing the check for the rings. I also wrote two more checks for a thousand each and left the 'Pay to:' line blank and handed them to the lady. She carefully folded the two blank checks in half and slipped them into her braseirre, blushing as she did so.

We left the store and drove over to U.S. 1 and S.R. 40 to the music store where I bought my first guitar, so many years earlier. We walked along the rows of beautiful shiny instruments. So many colors and styles to choose from, with each having it's own sound and personality. An interesting, sunburst guitar caught my eye and I picked it off the rack and carried it to the sound room, where a nice young salesman plugged me in to a monster Vox, Super Beatle amplifier. This particular guitar had nine strings, the three treble strings being tuned the same as a twelve-string folk style guitar, but the three bass strings remained singular. I checked the tune quickly, by ear and cranked up the volume and squeezed a high double-pickin' lead riff from the fine Framus, which is imported from Germany, guitar.

The double string effect gave the sound of more than one guitar playing. Very nice indeed. The big British amplifier was equipped with the latest reverb system, which gave a monstrous echo effect. I sounded like you were in a gigantic hall instead of the practice room. I bought both the guitar and the amplifier and loaded them in the Nomad.

Camille and Rita both had that 'He's only a child and we have to accept him because he doesn't know any better,' look on their faces on the return trip to the jewelers. I had all I could do to keep a straight face. I felt absolutely great. I had overcome a problem that had been digging at me for months and I had just dumped seventeen hundred bucks on a guitar and amp that I really didn't need. Shit, I was happy for the first time in weeks. Next to getting laid, spending my dad's money was my favorite thing to do in the world.

We collected the rings and after we had driven back up A-1-A several miles, I pulled over in a roadside parking area on the beach. We got out and walked down on the beach. I sat on the damp sand with one of the girls on either side of me. I took the engagement ring out of the velvet box and placed it on Camille's finger.

"I meant what I said before. I love you both best. And I want us to always be together. I want it to be like we're all marrying each other. Deal?" I asked.

They both hugged me and said, "Deal."

We walked back to the car arms around each other and Life At Islands Estates was about to get better.

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We drove back to the house and were met at the door be dad and Louise, who were very interested in what was going on. I took dad by the arm and spelled the whole thing out to him. He agreed with me that I was nuts, but he said that if that's what we wanted, he was all for it. About this time I heard a shriek coming from the kitchen and I rushed in to see what had happened. Rita, Marie, Louise and Camille were all dancing around in a big tangle of arms and legs. I guessed that meant the cat was out of the bag and everybody was in accordance. 

Dinner had been ready for hours and we all seated ourselves in the dining room. Dad uncorked a bottle of fifteen-year-old champagne and toasted the three of us and wished us well. I returned the toast to him and Jan and we all drank of the wine. We ate and drank more wine and had a great evening. I was dead tired and excused myself to get a shower and some sleep. Camille tended to Caroline and came downstairs with Rita and I to have a bath and go to bed. I told them that after Sunday, we would clear dad's old furniture out of his bedroom and remodel it for us. I remember they were talking about what they wanted to do as I drifted off to sleep.

Friday dawned and the girls were up and running at daybreak. I stayed in the bed long after they had departed. I heard Caroline's little voice as she clambered across the studio and into my room. Camille helped her up on the bed and she snuggled up to me and settled down to take a nap. I stayed with her for over an hour, loving the feeling of having her close to me.

Camille returned and Caroline stirred and sat up. She pulled on my goatee and giggled. She tried to talk but all I could recognize was "Daaa, Daaa, Daaa." Camille sat on the bed and Caroline crawled over to her. I rolled over and kissed Camille on the knee.

She tousled my hair and said, "I love you, Cool. We're going to do just fine."

"I know, Brown Sugar. We're gonna be great," I answered.

I got out of bed and dressed, after Camille and Caroline had gone in search of the ever-necessary diaper change. Today's towel selection was blue, which was a great improvement over yesterday's pink motif. I had missed my morning cup of scalding coffee, which was always on my nightstand when I woke up. As I stepped out into the studio, there stood my gorgeous sister Dianne, holding my stone mug.

"You looking for this, Cowboy?" she asked.

"Screw the coffee," I said. "I'm looking for you."

Dianne sat the cup on the bar and crashed into my arms. We kissed and groped like old lovers, which I guess we were. Finally, breaking the hug we sat on the sofa and I sucked on the coffee while she filled me in on all the latest news from The Big Apple. I brought her up to date on our development plans and then explained, in detail, about Rita Camille and me. She listened intently and smiled when I said I loved them both and wanted to be with them both. 

"Don't you ever tell me I'm kinky, or perverted again. You three are the authors of the book," said Dianne.

"Just being honest with ourselves," I replied.

"Not to change the subject, Little Brother, but wait until you get a load of Rita's mother. She is one piece of work." Dianne winked as she spoke. "This one makes Lisa Holiday look like a choir girl."

"I can't wait," I said.

The door from the stairway opened and Rita bounded into the room with her twin brothers and her mother right behind. The boys quickly stepped forward and shook my hand and congratulated me on the impending matrimony. I looked past them to the face just over Rita's shoulder. I was stunned to see a tall, severely made-up Jacqueline Kennedy look-a-like, with the black flipped up hair, too much eye shadow and powder, and puffy pink lip-gloss. But the similarity ended there.

This bimbo had factory built forty-inch boobs tucked into a soft pink sweater, three sizes too small and no bra, shiny pink satin pedal pushers, that surely had to have been painted on, and clear plastic spikes with no toes and no hose. She even carried a clear plastic purse, which displayed all of the contents for everyone to see, including the little round birth-control pill case.

Rita was embarrassed for her mother and the boys seemed uneasy. I stepped past the boys and Rita and took the woman's hand and brought the back of it up to my lips and kissed her lingeringly.

"I'm charmed. Rita, introduce me to you sister," I said softly.

"Mama, this is Virgil. Virgil, Sandra, my mother," Rita said coldly.

"Honey, she's absolutely precious," I oozed in my best southern drawl. "Sandra Darlin', can I get you something to wash the dust from the road away?"

All eyes in the room were on us, and a hush fell over the crowd, as the tacky woman said in an almost little girl voice, "Maybe a nice cup of tea?"

"Well you just come on over here and sit on the sofa, and let me see what I can do for you." I said, taking Sandra by the hand and leading her to the sofa.

Safely seated, she searched her purse for a cigarette, and a lighter. I busied myself with a teakettle and water on the small range in the kitchenette. Found a nice china cup and a box of Earl Grey. I spooned a quantity of the dark leaves into the infuser and waited for the kettle to boil. The others had all departed and only Sandra and I remained in the room. I kept stealing glances across the room at Sandra and wondered what her story was. Rita had told me nearly nothing about her except that she liked her booze. Hell, I liked my booze too, but I tried never to get tight. I hated the feeling in the morning.

"So, Virgil," said Sandra.

"Please, call me Cool," I interrupted.

"So, Cool, then. What do you want from my daughter?" Sandra asked.

I walked over to the sofa and sat next to her. I looked her dead in the eye and said, "I love your daughter. She loves me. I ask for nothing more."

"She doesn't have a penny to her name. And she can't do anything," Sandra complained. "And besides you already have a kid with the black girl. Why don't you marry her?"

"I can't. She's my half-sister. They have laws about that," I answered.

The teakettle had started to whistle so I got up to pour the scalding water over the infuser into a clay teapot, to steep. I returned to the sofa.

"Your sister? You've been fucking your sister? Are you so sick that you made your own sister pregnant?" Sandra asked incredulously.

"So it would seem," I answered. "And I suppose you don't know anything about your twins, there?"

"Oh, I know all about their perverted little ways. Couple of little panty-boys. I had higher hopes for Rita," She whined as she drew on her cigarette.

"Those two have put smiles on a lot of faces," I said rising to pour Sandra her tea. "Sugar?"

"One, please." she said.

I placed the cup on a saucer and handed it to Sandra with a silver teaspoon. I sat next to her again, leaning back and crossing my legs. She sat erect, on the edge and sipped her hot tea from the cup.

"Tell me about Rita's father," I said.

Sandra looked down at the floor. "I don't know where he is, nor do I care. He's been gone for over fifteen years."

"Sorry to hear that," I said.

"He was a shit anyways," Sandra said. "Nice house."

"Dad and grandpa built it over forty years ago. He gave it to me when he retired and moved south. I'll take you out on the river if we have enough time." I said.

Sandra put the saucer and cup down on the table and turned to face me.

"I just worry about Rita. She's not real smart and she never learned how to do anything except cook and clean house. I had to work to take care of us and she took care of the boys and I just worry." Sandra was wringing her hands as she spoke.

"What do you do?" I asked.

She sat up straight and puffed out her chest and said proudly, "I'm a registered cosmetologist, and I do nails. And I used to dance."

How did I know this?

"Well be proud of Rita," I said showing her my hands. "Rita does nails too."

She took my hands and inspected Rita's handiwork. "She's good," she said.

"Sandra, Honey, you have no idea just how good Rita really is," I said.

I decided that if this woman would allow it, her daughter could make her beautiful. And I'd bet anything she would feel better about herself too. But I liked her trashy look. Just like I liked the way Lisa dressed. I thought about maybe I should write a song about trashy women.

"Why don't you tell me how good she is?" Sandra asked.

"Well, it's like this. Rita does things with her hands that make me feel real good. And she's really good in bed," I said.

I noticed that Sandra's nipples had grown stone hard under the tight pink sweater. I took her hand in mine and turned it over so I could see and feel her palm. She was soft, just like Rita.

"I'll bet you've got good hands too," I whispered.

Sandra had started to tremble slightly. I held her warm hand and softly stroked the back of it with my fingers. Her eyes fluttered and then closed for a few seconds before opening again.

"Why are you doing that?" Sandra asked, barely a whisper.

"Does it feel good?" I asked.

"Yes!" she said.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.

"No." she said.

I looked up past her face and saw Rita standing on the bottom step, watching us. She made a circle with her thumb and first finger, and held it up so I could see it. She was smiling from ear to ear and she mouthed the words "Fuck her" to me and quietly pulled the door closed.

She closed her eyes again and leaned back on the sofa. I leaned forward and kissed her softly on the forehead. I lingered with my lips just barely making contact. I pulled away slightly and was looking at her closed eyelids when she opened them. I saw and felt heat. Our lips came together in a crushing kiss. Wide open mouthed and wet. Sandra wanted to play. Her hands came up to my chest. I grabbed at her big titties with both hands, squeezing hard. Her pelvis pushed up to meet mine as I rolled over on top of her. She growled into my mouth.

I was not being gentle when I pulled the sweater up and over her hairdo, and attacked her silicone-enhanced tits with my mouth. We wrestled on the sofa and suddenly rolled off onto the floor. She was on top of me tugging at my shirt while I tried to reach around and slide the zipper, which was on the back of her pants, down. 

Sandra had a few more pounds on her than her clothes were designed to hold and I finally just slipped my fingers in the waistband on her pants and jerked the zipper apart. The tight pink satin ripped beside the zipper as I continued to pull. The woman stood up and shucked the remains of her pants off and tossed then aside. Reaching for my zipper, she jerked it down and drug my slacks off over my feet and literally fell on my stiff cock with her mouth. I pushed her off and crawled around so I could get my face in her snatch and went to town, lapping and groveling like a pig. 

Her face descended down to the bottom and she started to voraciously suck me off. I wouldn't last long like this so I pushed off of the hot female and turned around and slammed myself into her flailing body. Sandra was a moaner, and did she ever wail. I wondered if we could be heard upstairs. Each time I slammed into her she howled like a wolf, pulling me by my hips trying to get me in deeper. We bucked and humped and pounded each other. I made it last as long as I could but suddenly, the flood gates burst and I was shooting huge wads of thick semen into her sloppy hole.

As quickly as I came, so did Sandra, wailing at the top of her lungs for me to fuck her harder. There wasn't any more left in me so I just collapsed on top of her and let her hump herself out. She finally gave up and lay still under me.

My shrinking pecker popped out of her slick pussy and just hung down against her ass hole.

Sandra opened her eyes, and said; "I know why Rita wants to marry you now. She likes that big cock."

I pushed up off of her and her hand came up to grip my slimy cock, which hung over her as I stood there. She milked me with her hand drawing a large drop of remaining cum out of me. She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them off. Sandra was a slut. I love it.

I called upstairs and asked Rita to join us for a minute. Sandra had retreated into the bathroom. Upon entering the room I announced to Rita, "I would describe your mother's appearance to be somewhat disheveled, at the moment. You may want to help her tidy up just a bit."

Rita was beaming. "Damn, Cool, I heard her at the top of the stairs, he fucks like a wild woman, doesn't she?"

"Man, I'll say. But she needs some new clothes. She's hot, but we gotta dress her up!" I said. "I'll call Pacetti's on St. George St. in St. Augustine. Have one of your brothers drive the two of you up there and buy her some real people clothes. They sell Dianne's Creations too. Get her some undies and shoes, and put it on the tab. I want her looking like a queen on Sunday morning. And fix it up so she gets her hair done when y'all do for the wedding. I like your mother; she's a hoot, so let's make her feel real good about herself.

Rita went to join her mother in the bathroom. I went in search of the Scotch bottle. It was only eleven-thirty in the morning, but I needed a shot. My family was growing larger all the time, but a few of my loved ones needed a little honing to remove the sharp edges. I had a feeling about Rita's mother and it was a good one. She'd been screwed more ways than Sunday, but I felt like she was honest and true and needed a hand. She was genuinely concerned about Rita and I liked that. Besides, she fucks like a tiger. I liked that too.

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I knew the house was abuzz with activity upstairs, but I wanted no part of that so I went up the back stairway to the hallway near the den, in search of the old man. He was in the study, where else, on the phone. He waved me into the room and indicated I should close the door, which meant to all others in the world to stay out.

He signed off from his call and said, "Those women out there are driving me nuts. This wedding thing is completely out of hand."

"Tell me about it," I said. "I've been going through it since September. Then when you and Jan jumped into the fray, it got worse. Thanks!"

"Don't mention it," he laughed. "What's a little chaos amongst friends?"

He was sucking on a Bushmills. I'd had a drink downstairs and figured it would be a long day so I turned down his invitation to join him. I asked him about mother's jewelry. He told me it was mine to do with as I pleased, but I should keep Dianne in mind if I was going to sell it. I told him I had no intention of that but I would like to make Rita's mother a gift of one of the many diamond necklace and earring sets. After giving ma a serious dig about how little time it took me to get in her shorts, he said it sounded like a fine idea, and thanked me for asking.

I opened the safe and selected a neckpiece with a sizable cluster of small diamonds and a pair of earrings to match. I tucked the red velvet case in my hip pocket and opened the cash drawer and called out to dad and asked him if he knew how much cash was supposed to be in the drawer.

"Hard to say, Kid. I haven't counted it in years, just kept sticking my extra bills in there to empty my pockets. Why?" he asked.

"Oh, no real reason. I've borrowed a couple of thousand out of it when I went to New York. But shit, there's an awful lot of money in here," I explained.

"The only three people who have the number to the combination are you and Louise and I. And I think we are the only three people who know about the vault. The jewelry is worth a quarter of a mil. So the cash is insignificant," dad said.

I still was staggered by what I was learning about my father and his investments. Somehow, he had managed to build a fortune so large; even he didn't know how much we were worth. He had purchased property all over Florida and Georgia. The stack of deeds and other investment certificates in the vault made me weak in the knees. He had told me once that he thought he was worth around two hundred million dollars, but that was just the liquid stuff, not the real estate. Dianne and I were the only two people alive, except maybe the lawyer in Ormond Beach, who had a clue. And he had given me power of attorney over it all after dividing the business cash up two years ago. I decided to have the drink after all.

"Son," he said very slowly. "You have got to spend some of the money. The taxes are killing us on the investments. Almost half of the dividend goes to the government. But it's still building so fast I can't keep track of it any more. I want you to swear the Blossom woman to secrecy, and have her research what it all comes to. Cash in some of it and stash the cash in the vault here. Buy yourself a fleet of Lincolns, or Caddies for everybody each year. Give the women some jewels but you can't keep living like this. Hire some help and pay them too much. Get a bigger boat. Quit being a miser!"

"Geez, Pop. You really know how to hurt a guy. I spent seventeen hundred on a guitar and amp and another forty two hundred on rings yesterday and gave the jeweler a two grand tip!" I wailed.




Life At Islands Estates Ch. 15



"That's good, but you probably will pay five thousand on tax on the money we made on the stock yesterday. Understand what I'm trying to say?" he countered.

I had gotten the point. No more Mr. Nice Guy. Spend money was the order of the day. Only thing was, I really hadn't learned how to be frivolous yet. But given time, I vowed to learn.

A little tapping on the door sucked us out of our discussion about money. Dad crossed the room and opened the door. In scampered Little Caroline and she climbed up on my lap. Camille was in hot pursuit because she knew the significance of the closed door to the study. I assured her all was well and bounced the kid on my knee.

Camille displayed the ring on her finger for dad and he hugged her and wished us both all the success in the world. He cautioned me to keep our discussions in confidence and departed the room. I patted the seat next to me on the sofa for Camille to sit. She frowned as I drained the dregs from my glass.

"Hey! I'm getting married day after tomorrow. I'm allowed," I said.

"I know," Camille said, holding my hand. "And thank you for including us in your plans. Having a mixed child in Florida is controversial, to say the least, in 1965."

I was stunned at her remark. But given the racial turmoil taking place in Jacksonville, and all around The South, we were fortunate to be isolated from it here at Islands Estates.

I put my arm around and kissed her softly, holding her close to me.

"I love you, Brown Sugar," I said. "It's us against them."

Camille told me that Rita's whole crew had gone to St. Augustine to outfit Sandra with a new wardrobe. The twins were keen on exploring 'The Old City" while the ladies shopped. I was happy for the break from all the activity. I shoed Camille out of our hair and Caroline and I set out to explore the back yard.

I spent the next hour and a half walking the little feet off Caroline around the yard and down by the river. I planned to have Gerald erect us a fence along the bulkhead to prevent Caroline from falling into the water. As I walked, I also decided to expand the fence around the estate northward into the new property several hundred feet and build a barn so we could get a couple of horses. Caroline looked to me like she'd enjoy horses.

There, dad would be proud, I was getting ready to spend a lot of money. Life At Islands Estates was good.



Life At Islands Estates Ch. 16



Caroline was tired from our long journey in the yard so I was carrying her as she dozed on my shoulder. I was growing very close to my daughter. I promised her as we walked slowly back toward the house that she would never have to worry about a thing. I would take care of her, no matter what. I made the promise to her and to myself.

Camille and Dianne were sitting on the balcony watching as we walked up the walk to the house. Camille met us at the door and took Caroline from me as I entered the door to the studio. She kissed me and carried the baby up the stairs. I had to take a leak, so I went in the bathroom. Dianne was sitting by the bar when I returned to the studio.

"You doing all right?" Dianne asked, as I approached and sat on the next stool.

"Completely," I answered.

"The kids got your heart, huh?" she asked.

"Totally," I said.

"I'm happy for all of you," she stated. Dianne looked kind of sad.

"What's up with you?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing I guess. I'm just missing y'all I reckon. You seem to all be getting along so well, here. I sorta wish it was me, in a way, instead of Camille," she said softly.

"You're a work-a-holic. You're not happy unless you're busting your ass in your business, or getting your ass fucked by some freak all night," I told her. "If you were here, you'd go nuts with nothing to do. You thrive on the action you get from your oversexed dealers and the wild sex parties at your house. What I saw and was involved in with you in New York would put normal folks in the grave way before their time."

"You're telling me it doesn't get kinky around here any more?" Dianne wailed.

"Oh, hell yes it gets kinky. I get laid almost every day," I continued. "And we throw a little shindig up in The War Room, every now and then. But it's mostly just Camille, Rita, Louise and I and the baby around here. I see Marie now and then, but she has her own life and she's teaching again, part time."

"I know. I think I'm jealous of Camille having the baby," she said. "And I miss Louise just awful."

I put my hands on her cheeks and kissed her. "I have an idea," I said. "How about I bone your ass hole to help make you feel better?"

"Let's make a movie. I want to take it back to New York and show us fucking to Casey. It'll make her green with envy," Dianne breathed.

"Done," I said. "I'll go and put a tape on the deck, you get naked in the bedroom."

I hurried into the video control booth and loaded a reel of tape on the recorder and turned the remotes on to the cameras in the bedroom. I made a quick call up to Louise and told her what we were up to. She told me to give her a minute and she would be down and help with the camera. I went back to the bedroom to find Dianne.

"This is really sick, you know that?" Dianne asked.

"Sick is as sick does," I said, winking at the camera which was recording us already.

Dianne had already stripped out of her clothes and sat naked on the edge of the bed. For forty-two years old, she was still a knockout. Almost as tall as I, and built good. She looked strong, without having an ounce of fat on her.

I stepped out of my slacks and stood in front of her. "Suck the dick, Bitch," I commanded, reaching for a handful of hair and pulling her face into my groin. Her lips parted and I sent my hard cock sliding down her eager throat. She didn't even flinch when my belly pushed against her nose as we came together. I felt her teeth gently gnaw on me as she sucked deeply on my impaled prick. I slid out to the crown and back in to the root. Repeatedly telling her what a great cock sucking whore she was.

I popped my cock out of her mouth and pushed her back on the bed. Her feet hung to the floor. I wedged myself between her knees and spread her cunt open revealing her feathery inner folds. I pushed a finger deep into her pussy, bringing a deep sigh from my lovely sister. I worked another finger inside and then a third. My thumb made frequent contact with her hard clit, which stood tall and proud, after crawling out from under its protective hood to be tortured. I slipped my little finger in her now and after it was well lubricated, I ever so slowly eased it in through her puckered rosebud. I continued to torment her with my hands for a long time, bringing Dianne ever closer to her first orgasm of the day.

I saw the camera move and noticed that Louise had entered the room. She was a voyeur at heart and loved to be the cameraman. I wondered if she jerked herself off after she had watched me through the camera.

Dianne was getting close now, so I redoubled my efforts with my fingers and brought her to a slow hard contraction. I rubbed her clit vigorously with my thumb as she dropped over the edge into her climax. I let my fingers remain in her after she erupted and waited until she relaxed before withdrawing them and replacing them with my rigid cock.

"Oh, Sweet Jesus," Dianne exhaled as I slid into her waiting recess. "All the way, Little Brother, to the bottom."

I did it. All the way to the bottom, again and again and again, slowly and carefully, so as to not encourage to quick a response from my horny cock. I wanted this to last a long time for both of us. Dianne's legs went around my back and locked me in tight as she exploded again. I stayed impaled, not moving while she released herself to her wanting.

When she relaxed and unfolded her legs, I withdrew from her pussy and pried myself in through her tiny sphincter. This drew an immediate response from my big sister. Her legs went back around me and she lunged against me dragging me into her darkest depths. Her hands went up around my neck and she pulled herself up flat to my chest and simply hung on to me while a third hard orgasm raced through her. I just sort of bumped into her butt as she rode her climax out hanging on for dear life.

As her passion passed, she dropped back onto the bed and allowed me to start sawing in and out of her. She had become vocal now and she was begging me to fill her hot ass with cum. And fuck her 'til she couldn't walk. She wailed on about what a great set of balls I had and how she could feel them slapping into her. I was a very raunchy scene because I knew she was playing to the camera. I continued on with my assault into her most private place until she spasmed again. Dianne was really wound up today.

After she settled down from her latest bingo, she announced that she wanted me to cum on her face. Pushing me out of her ass hole, she dropped her butt on the floor next, to the bed, and reached her hand to grab my erection and suck it back into her mouth. It took about a minute and I was splashing a huge load of sticky white glop all over her upturned face and tits. She smeared it all over with my cock, until she glistened with a thin coating of semen.

"Un-fucking-believable," I heard Louise whisper. 

I was standing with my cock hanging in front of Dianne's face, cum dripping off the end and a long thread reaching to her left nipple. I knew what Dianne wanted next, but it's so hard to piss just after fucking. I concentrated real hard while Dianne lay there, with her head back against the bed and her eyes closed. It took about a minute and a half, but a thin trickle of piss emitted from my little pee hole, splashing down on her fabulous tits. It increased into a torrential yellow stream, spraying all over her cum covered body. I lifted the end and directed the decreasing flow onto her upturned face. Dianne simply lay there and smiled as I finished bathing her with urine.

As the last drops trickled out and fell on her nipple, she opened her eyes and looked straight into the lens of the video camera, and said, "Eat your heart out, Casey!" And then she pursed her lips into an exaggerated noisy smooch at the lens.

The camera backed away from us and Louise came over to stand next to us. Dianne reached her hand up under Louise's short dress and fondled the sopping wet center of her panties. The black woman held herself up on the bed post as Dianne slipped her fingers into her pussy, twisting them around hurriedly until Louise stood up on her very tiptoes and swept through a quick climax before jumping back away from the probing digits.

"Honey Pot, I ain't got time right now, but you come to my room tonight, and I'll take care of that pretty blond bush of yours properly," Louise gasped retreating from the room before either of us could say a word.

I was thankful for the area rug on the floor next to the bed. Otherwise, I'd be in for a carpet cleaning. Dianne stood and moved into the bathroom to turn on the tub, I rolled up the piss soaked rug and carried it outside on the patio to be hosed off later.

Returning to the bathroom, Dianne was seated in the center of the big Jacuzzi tub, surrounded in bubbles.

"C'mon in, Big Guy, Let me scrub your back," Dianne said cheerfully. "You did such a good job on mine, let me do yours."

After Dianne had departed, I went into the video booth and made a cassette copy of the master tape we had recorded. Watching myself fuck my own sister, and then pissing all over her, while Louise was recording us with the camera was carnal as hell. I sat and watched the thirty-minute tape with a big woody.

Nothing much fazed me any more. I had done so much freaky shit with the other members of this dysfunctional family that what I was viewing on the monitor just seemed like normal, everyday stuff. Ain't life grand!

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I finished with the tape and wandered upstairs just in time for the arrival of the St. Augustine shopping excursion. Sandra was talking, in her little girlish voice, a mile a minute, explaining to Louise about all the wonderful clothes they had found. Rita eased up to me and whispered in my ear, telling me they had found her a great dress for the wedding and several other outfits, including some dresses and pant-suits, and all manner of fine under garments and shoes. Just like I had instructed. I found out that I had also sprung for a couple of handbags, two hats, belts and other assorted accessories necessary for a new wardrobe.

Sandra told me that she was 'Ever so thankful' for my generosity and she would have to find some way to repay me later. I had some ideas.

I asked Sandra to model her new dress for us, because I wanted to make sure it was 'fittin' for a weddin' in The South.' 

When she emerged from her bedroom, she was a vision to behold. Layer upon layer of light blue chiffon flared out from her waist below a stunning, deep plunging, lacey bodice. She mentioned that she had matching hose and undies and shoes to go with it and she felt just like a princess. I pulled the velvet jewel case from my hip pocket and removed the diamonds from the case. Stepping up to her, I clasped the clustered pendant around her neck. It nestled in the hollow just below her chin. Each earring had five sparkling diamonds and after I slipped them through the tiny holes in her ears, she turned and looked at herself in the mirror on the wall behind the sofa. Tears flowed down her face and her mascara immediately began to run. She turned and ran to me, throwing her arms around my neck, she slid her searching tongue into my mouth. Everyone in the room started clapping at the same time.

I hugged Sandra to me and whispered in her ear, "Ma, I have a few ideas on what you can do to thank me." 

"Oh, Cool, me too," she cried, and she squeezed my buns with both hands.

Louise announced that any of us who were hungry might want to gather at the table. Soup was on. We ate Louise's famous fried chicken with all the tasty trimmings. And blueberry cobbler with whipped cream slobbered all over it. Spirits were high this day and I was king of the realm.

After dinner, we all retired to the den and sipped our favorite beverage and received instructions from Louise on how she wanted us to enter and exit for the ceremony. Nobody knew it yet, but I had invited all the guys from the old band and all the guys from the new band because I figured we would need a little music to dance to. There should be about a dozen of us playing and I hoped everyone would enjoy. I knew that I was going to have a good time. Marie had talked with Dennis and he was bringing a friend of his from Nashville.

After Louise had walked us through Sunday's plan, she stood up, smoothed her skirt like she always does when she has direction, smiled and winked at Dianne and left the room. Dianne finished her glass of wine and bid us all a good night and followed Louise into the hall. Louise was about to get her pussy done. If I know Louise, and I think I do, she was about to take Dianne to the next level.

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Dianne went upstairs to Marie's apartment, where she was sleeping while she visited. She hurriedly undressed in front of the full-length mirror, which sat in the corner of the bedroom. She admired her reflection. Rummaging in her overnight bag, she located a packet of scented douche, and her water bag. She carefully poured the fragrant crystals into the rubber sack and filled it with warm water. Hanging it on the hook on the door above the stool, she sat on the oval seat and spread her legs wide apart. Inserting the slender nozzle deep in her pussy, she released the clamp on the hose allowing the warm solution to flow through the hose and flood her depths with the warm soothing liquid. The sweet smelling douche flowed into her filling her to overflowing.

As the warm liquid seeped into, and out of her, she gently massaged her clitoris with her long fingers. Just as the last droplets drained into the toilet bowl under her, she bucked back against the seat, reaching a sweet orgasm.

Dianne carefully pulled a pair of fine black silk stockings up her long shapely legs, taking care to maintain a razor sharp line up the back center of each leg. Selecting a lacy black garter belt, she stretched the straps down and attached them to her stocking tops. Standing before the mirror, she adjusted each of the four straps so they were quite perfectly positioned. The black lace brassiere was next. She slipped her arms through the straps, of the nearly non-existent garment and pulled the cups together in front, fastening the tiny hook between them. Next she stood facing the mirror and adjusted her full breasts so her nipples, very hard now, protruded through the lace-trimmed hole in the center of each cup. She brushed her long blond hair and applied just the proper amount of eye shadow and liner. The scarlet lip-gloss highlighted her sensuous, pouting lips.

Her earrings dangled from her earlobes. She pulled a black velvet choker, which was adorned with a large cluster of diamonds around her neck and fastened it in back. Stepping into her five inch spiked pumps, she stood again before the mirror.

"Mama Lou, tonight I am your slave," Dianne said, as she slipped her arms into a floor-length transparent black peignoir.

Stepping back to her dressing table, she picked up the little bottle of Shalimar, and dabbed the glass stopper ball on each nipple and on her wrists and neck. And for good measure, she swabbed the lips of her damp pussy with the fragrance.

Dianne switched the light off as she left the room.

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Louise rushed to her bedroom. She felt flushed. Dianne would be here in a few moments and she was a mess. She knew she needed a shower, but did she have time? She must! Dropping her clothing in the hamper as she reached to spin the handles on the water. The black woman glanced in the wall mirror in the dressing room. Her hair would have to do, but she needed to touch up her face. She dashed through the shower and dried quickly. She grabbed the huge powder puff and swept her body with the soothing fluffy duster. She sat naked before the large mirror.

She looked old tonight. "Well," she thought, "I am old. Sixty-two! How can I be that old? That makes Dianne what, forty-two? Just look at me, my boobs are sagging and my face is all wrinkled. Lord how did I get old so fast?" 

She rubbed moisturizer into her face and applied her favorite silver eye shadow, and the soft pink lipstick, accentuating her very dark face. The earrings would have to do. She massaged a dab of the moisturizer into each of her huge breasts, causing her huge nipples to stand out even more than they already were. Dianne loves to suck on her boobs. She pumped the bulb on the atomizer sending little clouds of Chanel #5, against her skin.

Pastel pink fishnet hose and the ribbed bustier, with the long garter straps, to push her tits up and out. Lacy pink panties with no crotch, and the cute pink spiked slippers with the little puffy things on them look sexy too. She could be naked and Dianne would still ravage her. As she fastened the last garter to her stockings, she touched her fingers to her pussy lips. She was absolutely dripping. "How can I be so horny?" she thought, as her finger dipped deeper into her wetness. "No time for that," she scolded herself.

She crossed the room to her bed and pulled open the drawer on her nightstand. Therein lay her collection of toys. Her favorite vibrator and the long thick rubber cock that reminded her of Tall Cool, and the gnarly strap-on prick that she and Grace had used on Mr. Virgil so many times. And the slender butt-plug she liked to wear while she was working around the house. All were arranged neatly in her drawer with the squeeze bottle of cherry flavored lubricant.

Dianne and Louise had been close in days past. Louise hungered for the old days to return but she knew that Dianne had found her place in New York and was living the fast pace she craved so much. But Dianne is a bad girl and Louise must be firm with her. After all, she had all but raised the beautiful blond child and had taught her how to please both men and women alike. Dianne would please Louise tonight.

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Dianne stood at the top of the stairway overlooking the dim foyer. The house was quiet, except for the ticking of Grandpa Earl's big grandfather clock, which stood against the wall. She descended the curving carpeted staircase slowly, giving Louise extra time to anticipate her arrival. She stepped off the bottom step and crossed the foyer slowly. Her spiked heels sounded like rifle shots as they fell on the polished marble floor, with each step.

Entering the long carpeted hallway, she stopped and listened to the house. Silence prevailed. Sound got lost in the big old stone mansion. You could seldom hear anything going on in the next room. Dad and grandfather had built well.

Dianne knew that her father and his future bride were in the bedroom at the far end of the long hallway, probably engaged in some form of carnal recreation. Rita's twin brothers were undoubtedly sucking each other off in another bedroom and she was certain that Sandra was somewhere stuffing herself with a big vibrator or dildo. The twins had given her a huge selection from Dianne's store. Camille and Rita would be in the basement with Cool, getting their brains fucked silly, with any luck. Oh, how Dianne loved to fuck Tall Cool.

The blond woman walked the distance down the hall to her lover's bedchamber, slowly. The door stood open about three inches. She could see the flicker of candlelight as she approached the door. Stopping and facing the door, she gently applied pressure to the door. It silently swung open. The room was ablaze with candles. She entered and pushed the door closed. There was an audible click as the latch fell. Louise had not heard Dianne enter, as she lay on the Victorian lounger to the left of the big bed with her eyes closed. Hearing the click, she opened her eyes to see the lovely blond courtesan standing in the room.

Both women smiled simultaneously, each knowing what the other was thinking, each craving the favor of the other. Electricity filled the large room, charging the air with sexual tension.




Life At Islands Estates Ch. 16



Dianne spoke first, "Do I please you, Louise?"

"Yes, Child, you're simply gorgeous," Louise answered.

Dianne took three or four steps toward Louise and kneeled on the floor next to the chaise. Louise's dark hand reached out and stroked her cheek. Dianne took her hand in hers and kissed the palm, lovingly. Louise pulled Dianne close to the chaise and their lips met in a long erotic kiss. 

Dianne caressed the black woman's face with her hands as their kiss became torrid. She brushed her fingers down her neck and shoulders and over the swell of her huge tits, pushed high by the fit of the bustier. Louise sucked her breath in as Dianne's fingers found her rock hard nipples and started to gently knead them. Dianne replaced her fingers with her hot mouth and brought a deep groan from the older woman's throat.

"That's it, Honey, suck on Mama Lou's big titties," Louise managed to squeak, as Dianne nibbled on her tender buttons.

Disengaging herself from Louise, Dianne reached behind her and tugged the zipper holding the bustier in place down and carefully released the garter tabs holding the fishnet hose high on the Louise's legs. Folding the pink garment, Dianne placed it neatly on the bed and returned her attention to Louise. Her mouth trailed down across the dark skin of the older woman, leaving a shiny trail of saliva from her wet tongue. Her hands found the top of a fishnet stocking and rolled it gently down Louise's leg, and off over her toe, first one leg then the other. The stockings were folded and placed beside the bustier.

Kneeling at her feet, Dianne took Louise by the foot and started mouthing her toes. She thoroughly bathed each black toe with her tongue, then she moved along the foot to the heel, licking and laving as she went. She attended first to one foot, then the other, before moving higher up on each leg to the next erogenous area of Louise's body. Leaving no nook or cranny unexplored, Dianne's tongue sent wave after wave of erotic sensation coursing through Louise.

The ritual lasted far into the night. Dianne's final destination was the furry black junction of Louise's thighs. The fair skinned blond burrowed deep into the center of Louise, tearing orgasm after orgasm from within. Dianne's face, awash from the many eruptions she had coaxed from Louise sparkled in the candlelight, as she rose up from her position between Louise's legs.

Louise pushed herself up on her elbows, smiling down at her supine lover. 

"You have learned to give pleasure very well, Child," Louise hissed, her breathing still ragged from her many climaxes. "I shall reward such pleasure with whatever pleasure you desire. Simply make your request."

"The big one, Mistress," Dianne said. "Daddy's big one."

Louise understood and she stood to go to the nightstand. Dianne removed the black negligee, and stood with her hands at her sides as Louise removed the huge strap-on dildo from the drawer. Strapping the faux cock around her waist and pulling the straps tight, Louise handed the bottle of lubricant to Dianne, who dropped to her knees. She poured a liberal amount of the slippery liquid into her palm and coated the twelve-inch phallus. Pouring another pool in the palm of her hand, she wasted no time in lubricating both her pussy lips and the ring around her anus.

Dianne stood and positioned herself over the high back of the lounger, spreading her legs to receive the intrusion from behind. Louise carefully placed the tip of the gigantic dick through Dianne's lubricated labia and eased in slowly. Dianne tensed and relaxed allowing Louise further access to her seething love tunnel. Ever so slowly, advancing into her depths, Louise sent the monster cock, until all that remained showing was the leather attaching the dildo to Louise. Dianne moaned her bliss into the cushion. Louise withdrew and probed anew, Dianne moaned again. Soon, Louise was sawing in and out of Dianne with very little resistance.

Dianne moaned constantly as Louise assaulted her cunt, taking the big blond girl over the edge to euphoria. Removing the burley dick from Dianne's pussy, Louise raised it up and leaned in against her puckered ass hole. Dianne pushed back forcing her tight opening over the head of the huge intruder. Unable to accept the entire length of the long dildo into her bowels, Dianne warned her lover that she had ventured deep enough. Louise accepted Dianne's plea and allowed her to move on it at her own speed. Dianne humped on and off the big hard cock and without realizing it, had taken nearly it's full length into her ass.

Dianne's grunts and moans increased as Louise lunged into her, until once again she was consumed in orgasm, soaking the high back of the lounger with her flowing juices. As Dianne reached her climax, the stimulation, on her clit from the friction of the strap-on, took Louise over the brink and threw her into throbbing contractions of her own.

Spent, Louise withdrew the love toy from Dianne's recesses and sat heavily on the bed. The ever-stiff cock protruded grotesquely, from Louise's lap, glistening with Dianne's secretions. Both women were exhausted from their exertions. Each had been satisfied by the other. They both hungered for more, but it would not happen tonight.

Louise removed the strap-on from her waist, washed and dried it and placed it carefully in the drawer next to her bed. They showered together, toweled each other dry and crawled between the cool sheets. The fair blond woman and her black adopted mother, lovers whenever their situations allowed, snuggled together like spoons until sleep took them under its protective wing until morning.

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A hard rolling burst of thunder shook the old mansion to its foundation. Rain pelted the windows on the west side, facing the river, and the wind whipped through hammocks and tall pines around the house. I lay in the bed, Rita and Camille tangled together in a heap on one side of me oblivious of the tempest raging outside. It was dark except for the lightening flashing through the cracks between the drawn draperies. I picked up my Rolex from the nightstand and the glowing hands pointed to two fifty-five.

Spring storms were common along the coast. I was sure this one would pass within a few hours and tranquility would return to the dunes. If it rained on Sunday, the day of the wedding, I was certain that Louise would certainly die of apoplexy. Her plans were exclusively designed for the front lawn and she would wrestle with God for sure if he sent rain to dampen her day. I smiled to myself and drifted back off to sleep.

Bright sunlight and little hands on my face drug me from deep slumber. Little Caroline had been cast upon me to wrench me from the sandman. Camille was all smiles and was busy hanging clean clothes in my closet. Rita breezed into the room and the activity kicked up another notch. Caroline gurgled and crawled all over me and the girls were chattering away about how beautiful it was outside and how wonderful it would be if I could keep the kid occupied so they could get things done upstairs.

Suddenly, they were gone and it was just the baby and I. I put the kid on the floor and found some shorts and a shirt. Caroline made a beeline for the fishpond and sat on the floor watching the big colorful koi swimming in the water. I got a handful of food pellets and we sat there throwing pellets to the fish for over an hour. This kid was cool.

I felt the need of food myself, so we climbed the steps to the kitchen. Not yet fifteen months old and Caroline could crawl up the steps like a puppy. Louise had pancakes ready to fry and I put the baby in her high chair and made ready to share my breakfast with her. In no time flat, the both of us were covered in butter and syrup and in deep dark trouble with Mama Lou.

Sandra swept into the kitchen wearing one of her new summer sundresses, looking like a new person. Louise was explaining how she didn't really have the time for bathing us after breakfast and it would be to our benefit to quit throwing food at each other and on her clean floor. Geez, we were just playing. Sandra scooped Caroline from her chair and promised Louise to have her sparkling clean in no time. I finished eating and retreated to the safety of the sound studio.

I was picking some notes on my Framus, when Dennis entered through the door. I jumped up and crossed the room to greet him. He had a big, cowboy hat wearing gent with him.

"Waylon, this is the guitar player I've been telling you about," Dennis said, to the tall cowboy. "Cool, meet Waylon Jennings. Waylon, this is Virgil, but we call him Cool."

I shook the big man's hand and welcomed him to our home. He scanned my little studio with a practiced eye and nodded his approval.

"Nice setup," he drawled. This guy was country all the way to the bone. "Slim here says you pick some."

I raised one eyebrow as high as I could get it, looked at Dennis, and asked, "Slim?"

"Yeah, well. He's got nicknames for everybody. Kinda like Cool, you know?" he defended.

"Right, Slim," I drawled back.

"I'm playing bass again, with Waylon's band. We're doing a different style of music now. Waylon calls it Outlaw Country," Dennis said.

"You bring your axe?" I asked.

"Out in the car. I'll get 'em," Dennis said.

"Kid's good," Waylon said. "Says you're the best picker he's ever heard. That right?"

"Oh, I don't know. I just play at it," I answered.

Dennis returned with his bass and Waylon's Telecaster. I rolled out a couple of amps and put tape in the record decks. I switched the mic-mixer on and plugged in three microphones. I grabbed the pone and dialed Marie's number and asked her to come down and jam with us.

After a quick tune up, Dennis and the stranger launched into an interesting instrumental medley of Buddy Holly songs. After I had grooved in on where they were going, Waylon stepped up to the mike and started singing his rendition of Peggy Sue. I was tight with them, getting the feel of their rhythm when Marie entered the studio and slipped her synthetic drum machine into our mix. Waylon nodded his approval. Marie jumped in on piano and the studio was filled with kick-ass hard country music. Waylon took a lead chop, handed it over to Marie, who dazzled him with her expertise on the keys. Looking at me, he nodded that it was my turn. I tromped down on the foot switch engaging the fuzz-tone effects, cranked up the volume and jerked a six-minute lead riff from way down deep inside.

We modulated through four or five different Holly songs, keeping the same beat, and within each different tune, we each took a lead. We sang harmonies like we'd been together forever. The medley lasted for twenty or more minutes without a break in the music. I had the whole thing on tape. 

When the music is right, the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I was bristling. This was great. Dennis was fantastic on bass, Jennings was a natural, Marie had all the right moves, and even if I do say so myself, I could still smoke your ass on lead guitar.

"If we had us a drummer, instead of that machine," Waylon said, "We'd be pretty fair."

"I can have a drummer here in thirty minutes," I said, reaching for the phone to see if Al, our old drummer, had gotten in from up north. Al answered on the second ring and after a short conversation he said he was on his way. I had drums set up so all he needed was his sticks. We started jamming again and shortly; Al sauntered in and climbed behind my drum set. He made a few adjustments and then we got down to business.

The session lasted until after three in the afternoon and we had drawn a crowd. Helen and Karen heard us and came over. Gerald, Denny's mother, Gail and Chrissie, Rita and Camille, Dad and Jan, Louise and Caroline, all crowded into the studio to hear the music. We had us a party going on and the wedding wasn't until tomorrow.

Louise finally threw in the towel. She ordered Gerald to fire up the big bar-b-cue grill outside and went up to get some ribs and cob corn ready to throw at it. She wrapped potatoes in foil and we broke out a case of brewski's. That's how we do it in the south, y'all. We piled the patio behind the house full of chairs, put up a big folding table and had us a back yard cook out. 

Mr. Jennings was most impressed with Marie and I and asked if either or both of us were interested in doing some studio work with him in the future. We both said yes and Marie was in seventh heaven. I figures Nashville was as good a place to visit as any.

The party lasted 'til long after dark. The participants drifted away gradually, leaving the cowboy, Dennis and I sitting in the dark, beating off the mosquitoes. Denny grew tired and he and Waylon headed for the boathouse to get some sleep.

I went inside and found Rita and Camille snuggled up in the bed. I checked in on Caroline, upstairs in her little nursery, where Louise could hear her if she woke in the night. I went back down to the studio, rolled the tape we had recorded earlier in the day and splashed a dram of House of Lords over some ice and sat on the sofa and listened to the music. I felt great. Music done correctly has a way of making you feel great. 

I finished my drink, showered quickly and slid into bed next to the girls. Camille climbed across me to the other side and moved close. Rita moved her head to my shoulder.

Tomorrow would be the biggest of my life. Rita and Camille and I would take a big step. I felt each of them stir and sigh. Life was really good at Islands Estates.



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I smelled the coffee. I wondered who had made the delivery today. I opened my eyes and saw that the light was on in my bathroom. Neither Rita nor Camille was still in the bed. I rose up and peered across the room toward the bathroom but couldn't see if anyone was in there. Nature was calling at a great rate, so I dragged myself into the bathroom and found Louise polishing the long wall mirror above the sink. Louise was humming the Star Spangled Banner.

"Hi, Lulu," I said, on my way through to the head.

Louise smiled at me in the mirror. "Virgil," I heard as I closed the door to the cubical that housed the john.

As I was having my morning constitutional, the fog lifted over my sleepy brain and I realized that something must have gone terribly awry for Louise to call me Virgil. I hastened to finish my chore and have a word with her. She was still rubbing on the spotless mirror as I reentered the dressing room.

"Louise Alice Jackson, you turn your black butt around and look me in the eye," I commanded.

Louise stopped rubbing and turned to me. Her eyes were all welled up with tears and bloodshot. She looked like she was about to bawl all over me.

"So, give already!" I yelped.

"My baby's getting married," she wailed as the damn broke on the pent up tears.

"What are you talking about Louise?" I asked.

"You, Fathead! You're the first one," she wailed even louder.

"Oh, for heavens sake, Old Woman. I thought something drastic had happened. Of coarse I'm getting married. It was your idea. Remember?" I asked.

Louise stamped her foot and howled some more. "I know. But I can't believe it's really happening. I'm so happy for you and Rita, I could bust."

"Let's don't forget about Camille and Caroline," I threw in for good measure.

Another volley of tears and wailing followed.

"Lulu, I'm gonna beat your butt if you don't stop that infernal racket this instant," I said sternly, stepping up close to Louise.

Her howling subsided and she turned her tear streaked face up to mine, "Really, you'd do that?" she asked.

I kissed her, full on the mouth. "I would."

"I'm being a big pain in the ass, huh?" she whispered.

"A royal one," I answered.

"But," she started.

"No buts. One damn more minute of that blubbering and it's off with your britches and across my knee," I said smiling.

Louise bent at the waist, reached under her skirt, peeled her panties off and handed them to me. Pervert that I am, I held them to my nose and smelled them.

"Wah!" she said, grinning broadly.

I took Louise by the hand and walked her to the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I pulled her across my lap and flipped the hem of her skirt up exposing her big black buns. I swatted her five or six times firmly on each cheek with my open hand. If she had been a white woman, her taillights would have surely been turned on.

She wiggled off my lap and stood facing me. My thigh, that had been under her naked pussy was, wet from her orgasm. She pushed me back on the bed and pulled my pants off. Kneeling between my knees, she sucked my cock into her mouth. Growing hard in her mouth, my cock reached its full proportions in seconds. Louise went to work in earnest, taking me down her gullet and using her throat muscles to massage my blood-engorged dick. She soon had me flooding her insides with sperm. The blowjob had lasted about three minutes. My heart rate would be ten minutes returning to normal.

Louise stood up straight, smoothed her skirt, and walked to the door. Turning she said, "I'm glad we could have this little talk." And she was gone.

I'm getting married in about five hours. I wondered what else weird could possibly happen between now and then. I walked outside onto the patio and stood looking down at the river. I was a beautiful day. Gerald was standing on the bulkhead with his fishing rod. Susan was sitting in a lawn chair, not far from Gerald in a very scanty bikini, sunning her self. Dennis and Waylon were perched on the end of the pier having a beer. It was 8:45 in the morning. A cold beer made sense to me.

I found a can in a cooler full of melting ice, still sitting on the patio from last night. I pulled the little ring and jerked the tab from the top of the can. The beer was very cold and tasted great. I expected I'd catch hell if I got sloshed before the ceremony, so one was my limit before breakfast. Dad showed up on the patio and had a cold one himself. We discussed the forthcoming events and agreed that we should climb into the big truck and hit the road before one o'clock rolled around. But we thought better of it. We were outnumbered about twenty to one, women against us.

I decided to catch a hot bath and try and settle down a bit. Music has the best calming affect on me, so I picked up a guitar and started to pick a few tunes. Next thing I knew, Dennis and Waylon, dressed in tuxedos walked in the room. Turns out, Old Waylon had been asked to walk Janice, Camille and Rita down the isle. I had thirty minutes to get ready. I took seven and was standing in the foyer talking to the preacher in ten.

Louise pulled me aside and informed me that when the preacher asked 'Rita Camille' to take me for better or worse, I should not act surprised because she wanted Camille's name said out loud by the preacher so The Good Lord could hear it, even if it was going to be wrong. I hoped lightening didn't strike us all down for what we were about to do.

Sandra steamed into the room looking like a movie star. I stood with my mouth hanging open. "Why don't you just look so handsome," she cried, in her little girls voice.

"You look pretty good yourself, Honey," I drawled in return.

Sandra came over and took my arm, pulling me over to the side of the foyer, kind of under the curving stairs.

"Thank you for being so nice to me and Rita," she said softly. "I talked to her about you for a long time yesterday. She really loves you. She told me how you plan to keep your relationship sort of open. I told her what we did the other day too."

"She was watching us," I said. "Did she tell you that?"

"Not exactly," Sandra said. "But she did tell me that she wasn't upset about it."

"Well Sandy. May I call you Sandy?" I asked.

"Sure," she replied.

"Well, Sandy, I hope we can do it lots more times. Would you like that?" I asked.

"I can't wait," she whispered.

I kissed her on the neck and stroked her softly with my tongue. I couldn't believe I was licking my future mothers neck, half an hour before the wedding. She probably couldn't believe it was happening either. She groped me through my pants for good measure and was out the door. I felt my dick twitch in my britches and I willed it not to get hard. Sandra was sexy as hell.

Dad found me and pulled me out to the front lawn. We positioned ourselves on either side of the tall looping arch of white flowers. The preacher stood under the back of it. About forty chairs had been arranged in two groups, half on each side of a wide isle. Almost all the chairs were occupied. Nearly all of the guests were female. Roger Syvertson, Rita's twin brothers, Schnitzer the lawyer, and Vince Pitello from the bank, Gerald and the guys from the band, Dennis, dad, Waylon and I were the only men there.

Marie had her keyboard set up to one side softly playing background music. Promptly at one o'clock, she stepped on the volume and struck up the wedding march. The double doors on the front of the great stone mansion opened and out stepped Dianne and Helen, the bridesmaids, side-by-side dressed in pale green flowing dresses. Either of them could have been mistaken for a bride. Slowly they walked in time with the music. When they had reached a predetermined distance, Rita, and Janice stepped out on the front step, one on each arm of Waylon. Camille stood immediately at Rita's side. The four of them walked toward us in perfect unison. Karen, Gail and Chrissie brought up the rear, holding up the long trains, which trailed the brides.

The three brides all wore exactly the same dress. Gorgeous eggshell lace, off the shoulder, long sleeved and flowing. How they ever pulled that off, I have yet to discover. Long flowing trains and wispy veils and identical bouquets completed the ensembles. I had no idea in the world how many of our guests, or if the preacher, knew what was about to happen. If they did, no one said a word.

The arrival of the brides ended the music and the old fellow with the backwards collar cleared his throat and asked who it was that gave these beauties to be wed and Waylon said, "I do, Your Holiness."

Well, as you could imagine, that's where it all got interesting. Dennis almost lost his water when Waylon made that comment, and Camille sucked her breath in until I thought she would burst. I could see Louise's eyes flutter as if she were going to faint and watching the girls walk up the isle had given me a major woody that I was sure could be seen by everybody in attendance. I had been surveying the gallery and realized, that without exception; I had bedded every woman there except the photographer who was going to take the pictures and the preacher's wife. I am not sure if Louise and the girls were aware of that fact, but I found it most amusing.

The preacher looked up at Waylon, who stepped back and took his seat next to Louise. Jan and Rita stood between Dad and I, while Camille stood on the other side of me.

The preacher started with the dearly beloved part and from there I didn't hear a whole lot, because I smelled the women standing on either side of me. They were both wearing the same fragrance. I couldn't place it but I had smelled it in the past. All I can tell you is, I was getting horny. Then I heard the preacher ask about the ring and I felt the cold sweat run down between my shoulder blades. I had no idea where the rings were. I looked at Denny and he was smiling and holding the rings up. I took them and handed them to the Reverend who looked at me and raised an eyebrow a notch. Yup, fucked up again, only needed one ring to get married with. Well, seems the old boy was just as confused as me so he blessed my two rings and dad's ring and handed them back to us. Then he asked dad and Jan all those questions and they both said, "I do." Then he turned to us and asked them again and we said our "I do's." Even Camille said it, I heard her.

Then we all did the "With this ring" thing and Camille was loud enough for me to hear but I guessed that the preacher was hard of hearing, because he hadn't. Then, the fun began, I had one of the wedding bands in each hand, intending to slip one on Rita's finger and the other on Camille's without being too obvious but as luck would have it, I had them reversed and couldn't get the ring on over Rita's knuckle and of course, the other one was a bit large. Camille did a slick switch as I bent to hold Rita's hand with my other hand and finally I managed to get them right, much to the amusement of every one close enough to see what was happening. The cat was out of the bag and the only one still in the dark was the preacher.

"I now pronounce you husbands and wives," announced the preacher.

Marie launched back into the wedding march. Dad and Janice walked out first with Camille, Rita and I close behind. The whole place was cracking up with laughter. Rice was being hurled in every direction at once and the photographer was busily snapping pictures.

I stepped through the front door of the house and was greeted by Gail, her sister Darlene and her grandmother Irene, all of which I have known intimately. Irene held up a small silver hip flask and asked, "Scotch, right?"

"Scotch, is good," I said, taking a long pull from the proffered challis.

The pictures were to be taken on the lawn and it took forever. Before she started with us, I slipped the classy dish with the camera five one hundred dollar bills folded over once in the middle and I invited her not to ask why there would be three smiling faces in our pictures. She tucked the bills into her overstuffed bra and held up the Nikon and asked if we had any special thoughts in mind.

"Other than sex, none I can think of," I answered.

Another round of laughter and the flash started to pop. We posed for all the traditional shots and when I asked the girl if she ever did any special stuff, she asked, "How special?"

"Oh, you know, bedroom stuff," I said, lamely.

Camille jumped in at this point, putting her arm around the woman she called Fran and Rita held her hand in both of hers.

"We'd like some really high quality shots of the three of us consummating our marriage vows," Camille explained. Rita slipped her hand down Fran's back and gently squeezed her butt.

"Would there be a tip involved?" Fran queried.

"The tip would be good," Rita smiled. "And if you do a real good job, we might even let Cool give you an extra special tip."

"When would this take place?" Fran asked, little beads of sweat forming on her upper lip.

"Why don't you stick around for the reception? Later on, we'll just slip downstairs and have our own private little wedding party." I said, touching her gently on the cheek.

Fran nodded and smiled a big toothy smile. Fran was trembling.

As we walked away, Rita said to Camille, "We'll have to steal her panties for Cool's little collection. I bet anything she's soaking wet right now." How'd she find out about the collection? I wondered.

"Y'all are so bad," I said.

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The Good Reverend was camped out next to the punch bowl, calmly helping himself to a cup every few minutes. I stepped up to join him. He looked at me questioningly and asked, "Did I miss some sort of shenanigans back there?" He gestured toward the yard with his head.

"Oh, I don't think so sir," I assured him.

"It just seems like there were more brides than grooms out there," he declared.

"Well, let's just say that you only signed two licenses, so that's all that was legal, shall we?" I ventured.

"That sounds good to me," he said.

"How about a little nip of something with a little more horsepower?" I asked.

"That might help with this little tickle I have in my throat," he said.

I led him to the den, positioned him on a stool at our little bar and pulled the doors open on the back bar. Smuggler's Inn couldn't compete with our bar. We had almost everything on the market, plus some stuff that was brought from Cuba before the embargo.

"How about a Moldy Presbyterian?" I asked.

"Yummy," he replied as I set about settling the preacher's anxieties.

Dad and Waylon wandered in with Dennis. The rest of the boys had started playing out on the driveway and everybody was getting into the spirit of the day. I hadn't seen Louise lately but dad assured me that she was in good hands.

Each of the ladies present had to give me a kiss and a little grope and tell me how much they hoped I would come and see them now and then. It would be such a shame to save myself only for the one or two women that I had married. Geez, everybody was in on the deal. I have no secrets. And good grief, I was surrounded by so many women, that I had screwed it made me weak. Of coarse, dad thought it was hilarious.

I wanted to see Louise and thank her for all she had done to make the wedding so nice. I excused myself and went to the nursery and found her holding a sleeping child in her arms. I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek and sat next to her on the sofa.


"Thanks, Lou," I whispered.

"No, thank you," she answered, quietly. "Y'all looked so pretty. But you had a big hard pecker in your britches the whole time. Don't you ever get enough?"

"I was thinking about you," I lied.

"You are so full of shit, Virgil Ellis. You know that?" she chirped.

"Yup, and you do too," I told her.

I lifted Caroline from her arms and put her in her crib. I reached for Louise's hand and pulled her to her feet.

"Next dance is mine," I said and we walked outside.

For the next two hours, my dance card was full. All the ladies had to take a spin around the driveway with me and rub her self against me. I maintained a perpetual hard on the whole time, much to the amusement of all those present. Camille and Rita managed to sneak a couple of dances in and both of them commented on the condition of my manhood.

The preacher got a little tipsy and his wife finally ushered him to his car. She returned to thank me for a lovely afternoon and whispered in my ear, as she prepared to leave, that she wished she were forty years younger so she could find out what all the other ladies were so envious of. I think I must have turned seven shades of red about then. Again she whispered in my ear, "He's the holy man, not me." And she giggled as she walked back to her car. Go figure!

Tables were set in the dining room and at four o'clock sharp, Louise ordered everyone to find a seat. Rita's brothers were in charge of serving the exquisite meal. Steamed Maine lobster tails and filet mignon, with all the trimmings, or as we call it in the south and everywhere else, surf and turf was the fare of the day. The boys served all the guests in record time and took their places at the table. Very little conversation ensued until Dennis jumped up. Banging on his glass with a spoon.

"To the grooms!" he announced, raising his glass of champagne high.

"To hell with the grooms," dad piped in, "Here's to our beautiful brides, all of them."

We drank. All was well at Islands Estates.

Fran, our little photographer friend had been busily taking pictures all afternoon. I studied her from across the table and mentioned to Rita and Camille, seated on either side of me, that we were still scheduled for a private session with her.

"I can hardly wait," Camille cooed in my ear.

"Me either," Rita chimed in.

"I didn't think you were all that interested in getting it on with the ladies," I commented to Rita.

"I get it on with Camille all the time, besides, she's hot," Rita said. "Look at her. Her nipples are huge. They've been poking out in her shirt all day."

I looked at Fran and her nipples were in fact making huge lumps in the front of her blouse. She must have seen me staring at her tits, because a red glow grew up from her collar and flooded her face. We made eye contact and she sizzled.

"She's creaming in her undies right now," Camille whispered.

"Y'all are incorrigible," I said. Rita was right; the babe was steaming.

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Our guests began to wander off after dinner, and soon Rita, Camille and I escorted our photographer downstairs into the video room. A king sized, four-poster canopy bed had been set up on one side of the room, with gold tapestries hanging on the wall behind it. Sheer netting had been draped around the head of the bed and it was made up with white satin sheets. Soft lighting was directed at the bed and hundreds of candles were placed around the staged bedchamber, making it a very erotic setting.

Three of the big studio cameras were focused on the bed and all were ready to be activated with the touch of a button. There were also two chairs and a lounger, and a small table arranged in the scene.

As we entered the room, Rita turned to Fran and asked her if she was sure she was all right with what we were about to do.

"You mean making pornographic pictures?" Fran asked.

"Yes," Camille said. "Hard core."

"I'll teach you how to work the camera later, if you like," Fran said excitedly. "So I can have a few of myself to remember you by."

Camille kissed her hard on the mouth and turned back to Rita.

We started with the three of us still in our wedding clothes, kissing and fondling each other. Then she took pictures of each of them sucking on my hard cock while we were still clothed. Fran positioned us just how she wanted us and took several shots.

Soon the clothing started to come off and there were shots of us in various sexual acts including me tonguing Rita's, or Camille's cunt, while the other sucked on my dick. And with my cock in one of their pussies doggy style while she licked the other's pussy. We took pictures of the girls in a sixty-nine position, taking turns on top while I fucked them from behind. There were pictures taken with us in all degrees of dress until we were completely naked. My cock ached for release.




Life At Islands Estates Ch. 17



"Now both of you kneel facing each other," Fran instructed the girls. "Now, Cool, get behind them so they can both tongue your cock. Good, the idea is for them to make you cum on their faces."

We did as instructed. My redheaded fair skinned bride, and my dark skinned, mixed race sister with coal black hair, licked and stroked my throbbing cock until I ejected a monstrous blast of gooie sperm splashing across their faces. Fran snapped her camera furiously as I emptied my pulsing cock.

I stood there as Rita opened her mouth and her tongue extended, lapping at the thick creamy coating on Camille's face. Camille returned the favor swabbing the pearl droplets from Rita's. A long thread of jizz was stretching downward from the end of my hanging cock. Camille touched it with her tongue and it disappeared into her mouth. Fran was snapping pictures frantically, to capture it all with the camera.

She ran out of film and had to reload. Camille grabbed a robe and ran up the hallway stairs to check on Louise and Caroline. As Fran was leaning over a small table, feeding a roll of film into her camera, Rita stepped up behind her. Reaching around the small woman and cupping her full breasts, Rita pulled her back in a full body press, massaging her soft mounds vigorously.

Fran was a short woman, 5'-2" at most, perhaps 125 pounds. Slightly over weight, but very shapely, giving her a sexy look. Her hair was short and dark blond, tousled from her afternoon's activities. She wore a short, dark blue skirt, slit up the back almost too far, which accentuated her rounded hips. A sheer satin blouse covered a lacy white brassiere, which held her plump, hard nippled breasts high on her chest. The tightness of the skirt gave witness that she wore a garter belt to hold her stockings in place.

She placed the camera on the table and covered Rita's hands with her own. Her head lolled back against the taller woman's neck. She closed her eyes and let out with a long low-throated moan. Rita rolled Fran's nipples through the blouse and bra sending Fran into state of pure erotic bliss. They stood like this for a minute or more, giving me time to pick up her camera and focus it on the two sexy females and snap two pictures of them.

Camille reentered the room and doffing her silk robe, made a beeline for the two standing women. Camille reached under Fran's skirt and had her panties down around her ankles and off her feet in a heartbeat. She turned her head and smiled at me when she tossed Fran's panties aside. Pushing the blue skirt up to Fran's waist, Camille buried her face in the other woman's thick, hairy bush. I love to watch women making love, especially when one of them is obviously as turned on as Fran was at that moment. She went off like a cannon shot. Rita nearly dropped her as her legs gave out from her smashing climax. I was quickly snapping pictures.

It only took seconds for Rita and Camille to strip the woman out of her clothes and guide her to the white satin bed. After that, it was bedlam. I quickly finished the roll of film and brought one of the video cameras closer to the bed to tape the three thrashing bodies on the bed. I zoomed in close on Camille as she invaded Fran's cunt with her long dark fingers. Each time she withdrew them, they glistened with Fran's fluids. Camille was no stranger to a hot pussy, and she knew how to give pleasure. And please Fran, she did. Bringing her to three hard orgasms.

Rita concentrated on Fran's excited tits and the big camera recorded the immense size of the woman's inflamed nipples. Fran's nubs stood out atop her soft 36" DD breasts, surrounded by huge dark areola, nearly as large as walnut shells. Dark, heavily textured and very firm, just made to nurse on, Rita was nursing on Fran's nipples and they both loved it.

I had recovered sufficiently, from my blast on the girl's faces, to want in on the action. I tapped Camille on the butt and she looked up at me, understanding my intention. She vacated her place, at the juncture of Fran's thighs, and joined Rita on Fran's other tit. I positioned myself between Fran's legs and pushed my hard cock into her scalding pussy. My intrusion brought a long whimper from her lips and then she screamed, as she rocketed into a convulsive orgasm. I fucked her for a long time. She was nearly unconscious from her climaxes. Rita moved over the woman and presented her self to me. I pulled out of Fran and slipped into Rita's hot core and we humped on top of Fran until Rita had a hard bingo.

Camille pushed me off Rita and pushed between Fran's legs to lick her cunt and then she switched to Rita. Camille was kneeling with her ass in the air. Being hot and ready to let a load fly, I pulled Camille off Rita and turned her over on the bed. I entered her wet pussy and started to fuck her. She wrapped her legs around my back and locking her heels together, she met me stroke for stroke until I unloaded my balls deep in her pussy, sending her over the top to a hard climax.

It's hard to describe the exhilaration you feel when you have sex with more than one woman at a time. I have been sleeping with Rita and Camille for many months and it's always an adventure. But, adding another hot, aggressive female to our group was intense. Fran, Rita, Camille and I had shared almost four hours of uninhibited fornication, leaving us totally drained. Yet, every nerve in my body was alive and sensitive.

The photographs Fran had taken would prove to be absolutely lewd in their content. Pornographic would do them no justice. We also had a very long tape to view some long rainy night when we were feeling randy and wanted some extra stimulation. Turns out, getting married can be very exciting after all. 

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It was past midnight when Fran had dressed and gathered her photographic equipment together. I assisted with loading her car and as she was preparing to leave, she kissed me tenderly and made me promise that I wouldn't divulge a word of what we had done here today.

"My God, I don't know what came over me," she explained.

"It'll always be our little secret," I said. "But what about the film you have, with you in the pictures?"

"I'll have to find a safe place to hide it," she said. "If my husband ever finds out about this, he will have a stroke."

"I have a big vault. When you bring the proofs of the wedding pictures back, I'll lock them away for you," I told her, trying to be helpful.

"Thanks, Cool. I'll make some special prints of you and the ladies," she promised.

She kissed me softly on the lips and asked, "Maybe we can get together again?"

"Count on it," I said, and opened her car door.

I returned to the studio to find Rita and Camille seated at the bar, freshly bathed and sans make-up and clothing. Of coarse both of them had a towel wrapped around her head. I secured a small flagon of Scotch and stood across the bar from them.

"You have to cum in Rita tonight," Camille said softly. "You did it in me and now you must do her."

"I guess you're right, Cammy. What's fair is fair," I said.

Rita smiled and reached for my hand and held it gently. "I love you, Cool," she whispered.

"I love you too, Rita. And I love you, Camille," I said.

"Love you, Cool," Camille said. "Now take your wife in the bedroom and fuck her silly!"

We did just that. Rita and I went into the bedroom as Camille went upstairs to see Louise and check on Caroline.

We kissed and fondled and I toyed with her pussy. She sucked my cock until it was steel pipe rigid and then, she lay on her back and I made slow sweet love to her. We moved together and kissed together and we came together. I filled her with my seed of love. And as luck would have it, she conceived the first of our two wonderful children that night.

Life was really good at Islands Estates!



Life At Islands Estates Ch. 18



The wedding at Islands Estates had been a tremendous success. Our houseguests eventually returned to wherever they had traveled from and things took on a semblance of normalcy, as much as one would expect around here.

Dennis returned to Nashville to play music with his friend Waylon. Marie went on the road, for the summer, with a group from Jacksonville. Karen took summer courses at Gainesville, hoping to hasten her education. Gerald and Susan, Dennis's mother who had recently divorced her husband, moved into the boathouse, which was a much bigger place than the other apartment.

Helen Blossom had completed her required classes at Stetson and by mid-summer had taken The Florida Bar Exam. When I asked how she felt that she did, she simply said, we have to find her an office. Sure enough, she was a full-blown 'Esquire'. Of coarse, that required a little congratulatory party. So, Rita and Camille and I went over to her house and we fucked each other senseless for hours.

Camille and I began working earnestly on the Palm Coast Development project. Planners and contractors were hired and work began on the marina portion. Roads were designed and a water main system was devised and civil contractors were solicited and retained as work started. It would be a tremendously expensive undertaking, but the long-term profits would prove to be enormous.

Rita had indeed become pregnant on our wedding night and our first child was due in early March. Almost the same day as Caroline had been born. With Camille and I spending so much time on the development, Rita took over duties as wife and mother and along with Louise ran the household. Caroline was in good hands.

My plans to extend the northern boundary of the estate, one mile, were being executed and Gerald was to begin construction of a new stone fence soon. The existing iron fence was in need of extensive repair so it was decided we would build a new stone fence, replacing the old iron fence, along with the new extension. This would require nearly four miles of eight-foot high stone walls to be erected. I instructed Gerald to hire as many masons and laborers as necessary to complete the project. We bought a rock-hauler trailer for the big Peter-Bilt tractor and hired a driver to transport the stone from the port in Fernandina. It took 240 loads of stone for the fence and took the masons a year and a half to construct.

We had purchased a bulldozer and a track-hoe for the site-preparation necessary.

We cleared some thirty acres for the construction of a horse ring, pasture and stable. Dad was proud of me; I was spending his money with reckless abandon and having a ball.

I hadn't been playing music much, but now and then, one of the groups in Jacksonville or Daytona would be a man down and give me a call. The Beatles and Rolling Stones and a whole bevy of bands from Europe were taking the country be storm, and the music was changing. I kept learning new stuff all the time.

One afternoon while Caroline and I were out for our daily walk around the yard, Louise came rushing out of the house to tell me that Dan Holiday had been involved in a serious wreck in St. Augustine and Lisa wanted me to come and sit with her at the hospital while he was in surgery. I handed Caroline over to Louise and made a dash up to the car park and throttled the old Ford Crown Victoria up and laid rubber for Flagler Hospital.

As I rounded the corner into the emergency room, I looked up and saw the doctor speaking to Lisa. Before I could reach them, I watched as Lisa collapsed into the doctor's arms. My friend's father had succumbed to his injuries. I helped the doctor to ease Lisa into a chair and he called for someone to bring some smelling salts to revive her. After she came around, the wailing started and I called for Louise to come and help me to bring her back to the estate.

We helped with the arrangements and after the funeral; Lisa came to spend a few days at our place while the reality of her situation settled in on her. Camille and Rita both spent a lot of time with her and after a couple of weeks; Lisa asked if I would drive her up to her house in St. Augustine. She still didn't want to go there alone.

We left the estate around 8:30 in the morning and I drove up the coast to The Ancient City. Lisa and her dad lived in a house on the bay on Anastasia Island. The house was large, stately, and in terrible repair. It seems that Dan had let the old place run down. Lisa told me she wanted to stay here, but it would cost a fortune to fix the place up. Then she told me her dad had pissed most of the money he had away on junkets to Las Vegas and Atlantic City. She plopped down on the sofa and flung her face into her hands and started to wail again.

I sat next to her and put my arm around her shoulder. The howling lasted for a half hour or more. Her mascara made long dark trails down her face.

"What am I going to do, Cool?" Lisa sobbed.

"We'll figure it out. Don't worry," I soothed.

"That's easy for you to say, Mr. Rich Kid," she railed on. "I have exactly nine hundred and sixty bucks in the bank, and a jet airplane, that has a twenty four hundred dollar payment due on it next Friday. How would you feel?"

"How much is against the jet?" I asked.

"About eight hundred grand," she said, dejectedly.

"I'll buy it from you," I said. "I always wanted an airplane."

"Then what do I do to make a living?" she asked.

"Fly the plane for me. I'll pay you what ever you say," I said. "How about a thousand a week to start? Plus I'll give you whatever the plane is appraised for."

Brightening up a bit she said, "Looks like you got yourself a deal, Rich Kid."

"What's this Rich Kid shit all about, TRAILOR TRASH?" I asked.

"Only kidding," she whined.

"All right, show me your house. I want to see what has to be done to make this place livable," I said, standing up.

The old house was great, although in need of serious attention. As we walked through the high ceilinged rooms of the house where Lisa had grown up, she told me little stories about things that had happened over the years. I listened attentively as she rambled on about her mother and her dad. She was missing them desperately. We climbed the stairs to the second floor and up to the widow's watch on the roof. We looked out to sea and the wind whipped through our hair as we leaned against the rail, which was about to fall off.

Returning to the second floor, she showed me her father's study, piled high with books and old papers. The last room at the end of the hall was the master bedroom. It was bright and airy, the only room in the house that didn't require major assistance. It appeared to be the only bedroom in the house that had been in use recently.

Standing in the doorway, I could see into the closet next to the door and I could see both men's and women's clothing hanging in it. It suddenly dawned on me that Lisa and her dad had been sharing the room and I assumed the bed.

"I didn't know about you and Danny," I said softly.

"Nobody knew," she whispered. "He's the only man that ever really loved me. I'm gonna miss him."

She sat heavily on the edge of the bed. As she sat, a long silver vibrator rolled from under the pillow and bumped against her hip. We both looked at it at the same moment.

"Guess I'm gonna be needing this a whole lot more," she said.

I reached for the cylindrical sex toy and switched the vibrator on. I glanced at Lisa as the buzzing started. Her braless nipples hardened at the sound. I extended the toy and touched the protrusion in the front of her blouse with the tip. She looked up at me and sucked her breath in as I made contact with her nipple.

"You're gonna get me all hot and bothered with that thing," she breathed.

"Yeah? And them what?" I asked.

"And then you'll have to fuck me," she whispered.

I applied more pressure to her tit and then moved the vibrator over to her other nipple. Her breathing was getting ragged. It had been over two weeks since she'd had sex and Lisa was primed and ready. She fumbled with the buttons on the front of her blouse and opened it exposing her sizable boobs. I helped her pull her arms from the sleeves. I kept the vibrator in contact with her one of nipples and reached to pull her short skirt up over her hips. Lisa's red thong panties were pulled tightly into her puffy pussy lips, which hung invitingly on either side of the thin red ribbon of satin, and had grown wet with her stimulation. 

Her areola had grown large and dark around her highly aroused nipples. I continued to torture her with the vibrator, sending sexual shock waves to her brain from the incessant vibration. Her brain in turn sent signals through her entire body, causing it to tremble and convulse.

With my free hand, I tugged gently on her soggy panties pulling them higher up into her slit. The wet lace fabric rubbed harshly over her exposed clitoris building a blazing fire of desire deep inside of her. Her words became unintelligible; she gasped for breath and collapsed back on the bed as her orgasm consumed her.

Lisa lay there shaking. I threaded her wet panties down her tightly clasped thighs and pulled them over her shoes. They made a wet lump in my pocket as I stuffed them away to be added to my growing collection. I'm a panty pervert. I admit it!

Lisa was a bottle blond, because her pubic hair was dark brown. The last time I was with her she had been clean-shaven, but now she had a furry brown pelt between her legs. I focused on the spot where her thighs came together, pushing her knees apart. I knelt on the floor between them and zeroed in on the little pink nub just barely visible through the folds of her blood engorged nether lips. Without making any other contact, I touched her clit with the tip of the silver vibrator.

Just the merest contact sent her surging into another climactic convulsion. Her scream was shrill and started high and decreased in frequency like a siren. Lisa bucked up in the middle, grabbed my head and pulled me into her breasts. Her legs shut around me and clamped me tight against her. I was trapped against her thrashing body until her orgasm passed.

"If you don't get naked and fuck me right now, Virgil Ellis, I will kill you," Lisa cried, throwing me back away from her and pushing herself up on her elbows.

I quickly stripped out of my khaki's and shirt. Mr. Johnson was armed and ready. A long thick thread of pre-cum oozed from my slit and hung down. Lisa threw her legs wide apart, pushed herself back on the bed, making her cunt lips spread open. I advanced up on the bed and crawled into her center. I pushed deep in her hot pussy without any further hesitation, humping frantically into the writhing girl. Her knees were up and her feet flat on the bed. She met every thrust with a lunge of her own, jarring us as we came together. I was close to cumming but I waited for Lisa. I didn't have to wait long, though. She erupted into a series of gut wrenching spasms, which inspired me to toss her hot box full of scalding glop. I must have really glopped her too, because it was oozing out of her all over the place. We were slippery with jizz.

"Damn, Girl. You okay?" I gasped, rolling off to the side.

"I am now," she hissed.

We lay there regaining our senses. Too bad man was invented with only enough blood to fill one head at a time. I was still having hard time thinking.

"How long had you and your dad been doing it?" I asked.

Lisa was silent.

"Never mind, I shouldn't have pried," I said, feeling lame for asking the question.

"Oh, no, Cool. I don't mind you asking. I was just trying to think back on when it started," she said softly.

I fluffed up a pillow and stuffed it under my head. Lisa scrunched around on the bed and lay with her head on my shoulder. We were both still covered in thick milky cum.

"Mama died when I was nine," she began. "Daddy was heartbroken without her. We would sit on the sofa for hours talking about how much we missed her. We would cuddle and he would tell me stories. The years went by and we finally quit carrying on about mama and started to talk about other stuff. Sometimes when we were sitting real close, his pecker would get real hard in his pants but he never came on to me, or anything like that. Sometimes, I'd see him coming out of the shower and catch a glimpse of his big cock swinging as he rushed back to his bedroom. I used to sleep with him and sometimes in the night, he would get hard in his sleep and I would feel him against me. I wanted to know more about sex and stuff when I got older, but he wouldn't talk about it much. I started taking flying lessons when I was sixteen and soloed when I was seventeen. That's when he bought the little Cessna, for my eighteenth birthday."

Lisa wriggled a little to get more comfortable. Unconsciously, her fingers dabbled in the stickiness on her belly and she rubbed it into her sensitive nipples.

She continued with her story. "We were flying all over the place. It seems like we were always together after I graduated. I really never dated anybody except for one guy I met in one of the flight schools. But I never fucked anybody until after daddy popped my cherry one morning. I was in my room getting ready to go flying when he barged into my room to hurry me up. I was standing by the dresser, combing my hair, which was a lot longer and brown then, with just my panties on. He stopped dead in his tracks right inside the door and his dick poked a tent out in his pants. I had been horny for years and even hornier for him, so when I saw his hard cock, I put down my brush and walked over to where he was standing, pulled is erection out of his pants and sucked his load down. He never lost his hard on after he came. He picked me up, put me on the bed and pulled his pants off. He had a rubber in his pocket so he must have been planning it for a while. His hands were shaking so bad that he couldn't get the package open. I took it from him and tore into it with my teeth and rolled it on his big pecker. He turned me over on my hands and knees and stuck his cock right in me."

Her hands were busy rubbing through her fuzzy bush as she related her deflowering. "I had been using dildos and vibrators for years so he went right in. My God, how much different it felt. I could get myself off, with the toys, but when he shot his hot load into that rubber inside of me, I fell apart. I went on and on 'til I thought I was going to die. I went on the pill, right away so I wouldn't get knocked up, and we could quit using rubbers. The first time I felt his hot cum shoot out in my pussy, it was awesome. We did it everywhere after that, even in the airplane. I've had a few other guys, including you, but I'll never forget how daddy fucked me. He said it was just like him and mama when they were first married."

Lisa rolled up on her elbow, placing her hand under her head to hold it up, and looked at me. Her nipples were hard again. She had been rubbing her pussy while she talked. My dick had grown about half hard listening to her story, and a thick drop of juice oozed from the tip. Her fingers traced a line around my nipple and she leaned in and took it in her lips. She gently tongued it and nibbled at it with her teeth.

"Sounds like you were really tight with him," I said.

"We were everything to each other. He always pushed me to date but I couldn't get interested in anything meaningful when my mind was always on him," she said.

"Did he date anybody else?" I asked.

"Sure," she answered. "I always wanted him to find someone he could be with. Although, I knew in my heart it would end what we had."

"Did you ever do anything kinky with him?" I asked. I was getting nosey, but I figured she'd tell me when it got too private.

"Hell yes!" she exclaimed. "He fucked me on the Bridge Of Lions in the middle of the night once. He liked trashy clothes too. You probably noticed that."

"Yeah, I did. I thought that was your idea. Was he behind that?" I asked.

"Yup. That's how my mother dressed when they first met and I guess I was just retro for him," she said.

Her hand had wandered down my belly and she was gently rolling my cock head in her fingers. I was oozing a steady stream by now.

"So when did you learn about women?" I asked.

She smirked, and said, "Your big sister is behind that. She and your dad came over one time, not long after daddy and I started fucking. Daddy had told me about their relationship and how he would fly up to New York and spend a few days with her, humping her brains out. Anyway, one night they came over and Dianne and I were sitting up on the roof smoking. She told me how horny she had been and that she sure was glad to be seeing her daddy. I wasn't thinking but I said I understood what she meant, that I didn't know what I'd do if daddy went away. She looked at me all funny and then she just asked out loud if I had been doing him. I didn't have any other answer except yes. Then she started telling me all about her mother and Louise and all the strange things they did out there in that big old house. I was absolutely dripping from all of her stories. I guess I must have started playing with my pussy, I always do that when I feel horny, because the next thing you know, she was on her hands and knees eating me out. Daddy had never done it like Dianne did to me that night. You eat pussy as good as she does. But it's different with a woman."

"So I'm told," I said.

Lisa was earnestly stroking my steel hard cock now. Her story had taken its toll on my resistance and I was ready to fuck again. Her mouth engulfed me and she slurped me for several minutes before she straddled me and started to ride me from the top.

She rocked gently. Not really pulling off, just rocking. I watched her face. Her eyes were closed, enjoying the feeling of being stuffed.

"I remember the first time I saw you out at you place," she said softly, keeping her slow rolling motion going. "I was absolutely creaming in my panties by the time I got home. I used up a set of batteries in my vibrator that night."

I recalled the night she was referring to. My dad and hers had sailed our big boat for South Florida. As I remember, Chrissie and Gail were waiting up in the studio for me.

"Why didn't you say something?" I asked.

"Because you had two girls already lined up. And I was so much older than you, I didn't think you'd be interested." Lisa made a good point. "But when you sucked on my boob in the airplane, I knew we'd get around to it soon enough."

"Well I guess you were right. Tell me about your visit in New York when you flew Dianne home from my graduation." I said.

"Oh, God! Dianne is really into some weird shit. She gave me some of the kinkiest clothes. See-through dresses and blouses and skirts that didn't have any buns in them and I don't know what all else. She even gave me a couple of corsets that lace up the back and a pair of panties that has a dildo thingy inside that you slip into your pussy and wear all day. I love it but I get so gooey that it makes a wet spot on my jeans or skirt when I wear it." Her breath was getting raspy with all the sexy talk.

"Lord, yes." she cried. "Rita's brothers took me from both ends the first night. That was the first time I had ever been fucked in the ass. Now I can't get enough. And that friend of hers, Casey, what an absolute slut she is. She has the filthiest mouth I have ever heard on a woman. And she has to piss all over you when she cums. How disgusting can you get?"

I chuckled to myself, because I was very familiar with Casey's bathroom habits. I have some of my own but Lisa hadn't been around me that much. I reached for her tits and kneaded them as she continued to rock on my perpetual hard-on.

"So, Cool, how goes it with your little harem out there in the dunes?" Lisa asked.




Life At Islands Estates Ch. 18



"Well, things are real nice. Rita and Camille are just like peaches and cream, and the kid is great. Rita's due in March. It was all a little strange at first but everybody's doing fine. I've been too busy with all the construction. But hey, the money's going to be great when it starts to come in. We're getting ready to build a stable and get a couple of horses. Lots to do." I told her.

Lisa had been riding me for a long time. I was feeling the urge to blow her pussy full of jizz. Her motion was increasing and her head was lolling around as she pumped much harder. Suddenly, she lifted up and hissed through her nose and slammed down onto me. Her trigger had been tripped and she surged against me now. I threw myself up into her and released a torrent of cum flooding into her juicy hole. Once again, she overflowed spewing my discharges out all over us.

When her convulsing had diminished, she lifted her body off mine and took me in her mouth, bathing my deflating member with her tongue. Then she laid her head on my belly and sighed deeply.

"I hope Rita and Camille appreciate just how lucky they are," she whispered.

"Rita and Camille are special," I said.

We had lain there for a few minutes when she said, "I think I'm going be all right now, Cool."

"I know you will," I said. "Tell me your wildest fantasy, Lisa."

Lisa laced her fingers together across my belly, and set her chin on the back of her hands and looked up at me from down there. "What an interesting question," she remarked. "I'll have to think about that for a minute."

"While you're thinking, where's the fridge? I'll get us a couple of beers," I asked.

"Down in the kitchen," Lisa said, pointing to the door.

When I returned, Lisa had moved to a chair by the side of the bed and sat, still naked, smoking a cigarette. I handed her the beer and crawled back on the bed.

Lisa began slowly, "I guess that my wildest fantasy would go something like this: I'd be sitting in a lounge in a swanky hotel having a champagne cocktail. I'd be wearing something revealing and sexy, like daddy would like me to. You know, showing a lot of skin, with black hose and garters, and high heels. An older gentleman would come in and sit at the bar and notice me. Maybe he'd send a drink over to my table or come over and ask to sit. Of coarse, he'd be wearing a suit and a thin tie and be tall and dark. He would be charming and tell me how nice I looked and what a great eyes I had, or some other lie. He would certainly lie about being married and how he would only be in town for a couple of days."

She reached for another smoke and lit the second from the butt of the first. "I suppose he would ask me to dinner in the restaurant at the hotel, but I would tell him I wasn't really hungry. Maybe another drink would be nice. He would slide around to my side of the table and his hand would end up on my knee and eventually slip up under the hem of my skirt to feel my bare thigh above my nylons. By now, my panties would be all wet and his fingers would feel the dampness as he felt me up between my legs. I'd spread them as far apart as my skirt would let me and close my eyes when his fingers sought my pussy."

Lisa's eyes had a far away look in them as she pulled on her beer and took a drag off her cigarette. Her nipples had hardened. She moved her legs together seductively as she talked. I could see that the dark pelt between her legs was caked with our commingled juices. I imagined that she was leaking again and wondered if she was soiling the seat of the chair, in which she sat.

"We would probably have another drink," Lisa continued. "And sooner or later I'd put my hand on him under the table and encounter this mammoth erection in his trousers. We would laugh and he'd tell a dirty joke and I suppose I'd giggle and say he was naughty. After he kissed me on the neck and nibbled on my ear, he'd slide a room key on the table and invite me to join him upstairs. I'd say I really shouldn't and he would beg a little. After he'd get up and walk away, trying desperately to cover his big hard cock and the wet mark on his fly, I'd sit for a few minutes debating with myself on how long I'd wait before I went up to his room. I didn't want to appear over anxious, but I wanted that monster cock of his, in my pussy, with every fiber in my body. I probably would stop in the powder room in the lobby and freshen my lipstick and perfume. I might even take off my panties but then I'd decide to leave them on so he could see how wet he has made me."

Lisa sighed, took a swallow from her beer, fired another smoke and looked at me, the corners of her mouth just barely turning up in a grin. She knew I was getting hard again, but she couldn't see my cock because I had a pillow over my lap resting my beer bottle on it.

She went on, "I would ride the elevator up to his floor and walk down the long hallway, swinging my purse like a street walker. After all, hadn't I thrown myself at the man just like a common whore? Maybe not, but I'd feel like I had. I wouldn't knock; I would use the key and simply walk into the room. Let's see, he would have his jacket and tie off and maybe he would be in the bathroom. I'd cross the room and drop the key and my purse on the desk and turn around and lean against it. I would have opened an extra couple of buttons on the silk blouse to expose the lacy, push-up bra and some cleavage. When he comes out of the bathroom and sees me, he comes to me and sweeps me into his arms and sends his searching tongue deep into my mouth. I return his passionate kisses and in seconds we are both naked and writhing on the bed. He uses his tongue on my pussy and clit the same way he used it in my mouth. I cum within moments because I'm so fucking aroused from this man. I push him away and find his cock with my hands and mouth and try and swallow him whole, but he is just too big. I want him in me and I tell him I want him to fuck me. He pushes me back on the bed and enters me quickly. I am so wet that his huge cock slides right into me. I feel his size stretching me to the limits, but I want it all in me. He reaches the bottom of my tunnel but goes in even farther. Forcing himself against my uterus. He is so big; I've never had a cock in me this big before."

Lisa was leaning back in her chair now; three fingers were buried past the second knuckle in her squishy cunt. I had discarded the pillow and had my raging hard-on firmly in hand. I could see that she was living the fantasy in her mind as she talked to me.

"He's fucking his horse cock all the way up into me," She continued. "I can feel his big hairy balls banging into my ass every time we come together. It feels like he's going to tear me apart but, I don't give a damn, I want to feel him blow his nuts in me. He keeps banging me and banging me, I think I want to scream but I can't make a sound. I go over the top and dig my nails into his back scratching him deeply. This only spurs him on."

"Suddenly he's gone," she whispers." He grabs me and flips me over and pulls my butt up in the air. I know that he can't get that thing in my ass hole, but I want him to, desperately. Then I feel him, splitting me in two. With short jabbing little bumps, he rapes my tender hole. He forces himself all the way in, sending blazing flashes of pain to my brain. But please, God, don't let him stop. Make him cum in my ass hole. Make him fill me up 'til it runs out all over the bed and us too. I am cumming over and over again, spilling wave after wave of juice down my legs onto the sheets. We are covered with it. Then I feel him jerk me back against his monster dick and he roars like a bull and I feel his hot cum race out into my ass hole. 'Oh Fuck Me!' I scream as he fills my ass. It squirts out of me all over us, and the bed. Each time he pushes in, more oozes out around his cock."

Lisa's fingers are a blur in her cunt as she erupts into a quaking orgasm. My own hand is flying up and down on my cock as she trembles through her self-induced passion. I jump up off the bed and lean over her and jerk seven long ropes of thick milky cum across her naked tits. As the first hot discharge floods over her nipples, Lisa opens her eyes and smiles a glassy smile. She never touches me. I finish jacking off on her tits and fall back on the bed, exhausted. Her hands have remained firmly embedded in her spasming cunt all the while.

She says, "After he pulls his cock out of my ravaged ass, I fall asleep. When I wake up several hours later, the man is gone. I'm covered in drying cum and both my ass hole and my cunt are burning from his huge cock. I am completely fucked out. I shower and dry myself. After dressing, I leave the room and drive home. I wonder, as I drive, why I hadn't asked him his name. It doesn't make any difference, I'll never see him again."

She shook her head and looked at me. "What time is it?" she asked.

"Five thirty," I said. I still had my hand wrapped around my cock. Her fingers were still pushed deep into her cleft.

"Some fantasy, huh?" she asked.

"I'll say," I answered. "You got my attention."

"You better get a shower, Cool. Your folks will be worrying about you," she whispered.

"They have the number." I said.

I got up and went in to shower. I let the water rush over me and I used lots of soap. I felt really tired after the afternoon with Lisa. When I returned to the bedroom, Lisa was asleep in the chair. Her fingers were still stuffed in her pussy. I covered her with the spread from the bed and kissed her on the forehead. She stirred and a smile crossed her lips. I wondered what she was dreaming about.

I called Islands Estates from the phone downstairs in the hall. Rita answered and asked how Lisa was getting along. I told her I'd tell her the whole story when I got home. I did, and we fucked like rabbits.

Life is good at Islands Estates.



Life At Islands Estates Ch. 19



There were race riots in Jacksonville that year, and as I remember, the Beatles played the Gator Bowl. The rest of 1965 flew by in a blur. Christmas was a big deal with Caroline just starting to understand about a few things. We had a huge tree and Santa Claus came with gifts for her. I spent tons of money on toys and we were simply enjoying every day.

Rita's mother, Sandra, came to spend the holidays. She was like a woman reborn with the upcoming birth of her grandchild. We as yet had no idea as to what sex it would be, just that Rita was huge and we hoped for a boy.

I discussed the idea of moving her down with Rita and she was pleased but wanted Sandra to be the one to decide. When I approached Sandra about it, she was negative at first, saying that she didn't want to interfere in her daughters life. I pooh-poohed her saying she was a part of her life and that couldn't change. When I mentioned the apartment down by the river over the mower shed, she was a little more receptive to the idea saying, "We'll see."

I invited Sandra on one of the daily walks that Caroline and I took around the yard. We trudged along the new fence line and down past the acreage that had been cleared for the stable and horse exercise ring. It was quite a long walk for the little girl, and as luck would have it, also for Sandra who was a city girl, or so I thought. We decided to rest a spell and catch our breath before starting back to the house.

We picked a spot on the bulkhead, down by the river, and sat and talked for a while. It turns out that when Sandra was a little girl, she lived with her parents on a farm in upstate New York and she was no stranger to horses. In fact, she told me she loved them. We talked about the recently cleared land and I told her how I envisioned it would look a few years from now, after we built a stable and rail fences. Her face was aglow at the thought of being around horses again. An idea formulated in my mind to build a small house near the stable and let Sandra live in it so she could be close to both her family, and the horses.

After dinner that evening, the night before New Years Eve, Rita, Sandra and I were sitting in the den enjoying an after dinner aperitif. I asked Sandra how she would feel about living in a house by the stable. Of coarse, it would take time to put a house up, but she could live in the apartment and help us with ours plans. She was extremely excited at the prospect. Rita was on cloud nine.

"You are all being so nice to me," Sandra exclaimed. She still had that little girl's voice.

"Mama, we love you," Rita said. "Don't we, Cool?"

"You betcha," I answered, looking up Sandra's skirt.

Rita caught me eyeing her mother's privates and asked out of the blue, "When was the last time you fucked my mother, Cool?"

Sandra gasped. I chuckled and said, "A couple of days before the wedding. You watched us, remember?"

"I sure do," Rita breathed. "And did you enjoy that Mama?"

Sandra was a little taken aback but she managed to say, "Oh, yes, Rita. I enjoyed it very much."

"So why haven't you done it since?" she asked. "You've had plenty of opportunities and I know Cool would fuck you at the drop of a hat."

Rita looked at me. I shrugged because I had no answer. The situation had just never arisen. I craved Sandra and would love to jump her bones. Sandra actually was a bit on the shy side. I think this conversation was making her uncomfortable.

"I don't know," Sandra whispered.

I poured Sandra another glass of Chablis and watched as Rita moved across the space from the chair she was occupying, to sit close to her mother. I handed the glass to Sandra and sat back in the chair across from them. Sandra sipped her wine and looked over the rim at me.

Rita touched Sandra's hair, which still had the Jackie Kennedy flip, with her fingertips.

"Why didn't you ever get married again, Mama?" Rita asked.

"Your father was such a wonderful man, Honey," Sandra began. "After we were married and you came along and then the twins, he was so good to me. He had to be away on business a lot and I spent so much time alone with you kids. One day, I discovered by accident, that he was married and had another family in Cleveland. That's where he was when he was supposed to be away on business. I threw him out. He sent money so I wouldn't have him arrested, but I found out that I never was really legally married to the jerk. I was devastated without him. I had to take care of the three of you so I danced in a strip joint for a couple of years and dated some real losers. Then I had a chance to go to cosmetology school and get a real job."

Sandra was crying now and Rita comforted her in her arms.

"They all treated my like a bimbo so I just sort of became one," she sobbed. "All I wanted was just to be loved."

"It's all right, Mama. Let it out," Rita consoled her, as she continued to stroke her hair and cheek.

"I never prostituted myself, although I had a thousand chances," Sandra said. "I may have been a tramp, but never a whore."

"I know, Mama," Rita said.

"When your husband and I were downstairs that day," she whispered. "I was so scared that you would catch us and throw me out. But he made me so horny and he was so gentle and loving I couldn't stop myself. When you told me how things were between you and Camille and him, I could believe my ears. I thought you were joking. But he's different. Y'all are different. Not like your brothers. Those boys are twisted inside."

"Tell me about the boys, Mama," Rita asked, softly.

Sandra was quiet. She started to speak twice and stopped.

"Tell me, Mama," Rita urged.

"Rita, I'm so ashamed," she cried. "I can't believe I let them do those things to me."

"Shhhhhh. What things, Mama?" Rita soothed.

Sandra drained her glass and held it out to me for a refill. I thought to myself as I took it from her trembling hand, that we were about to get an ear full of Rita's brother's escapades that she might not want to hear.

"One night," Sandra began, "about four or five years ago, just after they had graduated from high school, I took some laundry up to their room and found them in bed. Craig was humping Cory from behind."

"Oops." Rita said, without thinking.

"For Christ's sake, Rita, your brothers were ass fucking each other," Sandra shrieked. "I stood there like a fool and watched them. It was sadistic the way they were acting. Then after Craig shot off in Cory's ass, he sucked him off and swallowed it. They didn't see me by the door and I was afraid to move. I just stood there. When Craig got off the bed and saw me, they pulled me into the room and started to kiss me and rub my tits. It was awful what they did to me. Cory pulled my dress open and took my bra away and started to suck on my nipples and Craig put his mouth on my pussy, pushing his tongue up in me. Rita, I was cumming from what my own sons were doing to me."

Sandra fumbled for a cigarette. I picked up her lighter and lit her shaking cigarette. She sucked in a huge lungful of smoke and blew it out in a cloud.

"I'm no stranger to sex, Honey. I've been fucked every which way but Tuesday. But I had never dreamed of doing it with my own sons," she continued. "They took all my clothes off of me and pushed me on the bed. Suddenly Craig was pushing his dirty cock in my mouth. I almost puked at first, but I sucked it in and kept sucking for all I was worth. Cory was stabbing his cock in my cunt and I was blowing Craig, and all I could think about was how God Damn good it felt. All of a sudden, Cory stopped and Craig lay back on the bed. I climbed on top and took him up my pussy and begged for Cory to stick his long prick up my ass hole. I kept cumming the whole time they were doing it. I wanted it to go on forever."

She stopped, handed me the glass and adjusted herself in her seat, lit another smoke and went on, "We kept it up until Cory couldn't cum again. Craig had gone into the bathroom to piss. I followed him and tried to get him up again in the bathroom, but it was no use. He pushed my face down by the toilet and held me by the hair with one hand while he peed right in my face. He went back to the bed and I stayed on the bathroom floor until the next morning. Cory came in and picked me up and took me to my room and put me to bed. I missed two days work. I was too ashamed to show my face. Neither one of them came to my room the whole time. I finally went to work and had a really bad day at the salon and was so glad to get home. When I got there, Craig was home but Cory had gone out. You were already working for Miss Dianne and I couldn't get a hold of you to ask you what I should do."

She chugged the wine and handed me the glass. "When Craig saw me he just smiled that evil smile of his and asked how I had enjoyed the other night. I was mortified at his brazenness. I told him that I thought they were both demented and I could never be treated like that again or I would have them arrested. He just stood up and walked over to me and kissed me on the mouth. He unzipped his pants and pulled his prick out and told me to get down on my knees and suck him off. I wanted to scream at him and scratch his eyes out but I did just like he told me to, I got down on my knees and sucked him into my mouth. The filthy little fucker jerked out before he came and emptied himself all over my face and hair. And he just left me kneeling there on the floor and walked out the door. I felt like some kind of street slut, Rita."

She broke down now and sobbed uncontrollably. Rita was soothing her as best she could, but Sandra had a lot of pent up anger for her sons and it was finally coming to the surface. Telling Rita and I must have been a great release for her. Her body was wracked with her sobs and lasted for a long time. I left the room and returned with a cool damp cloth and Rita wiped her face with it.

"I'm so ashamed of myself, Honey," Sandra was finally able to speak again. "It went on like that for over a year. I could never tell you about it. When you got them the job with Dianne, they just disappeared. I hated them for what they were doing to me but when they left, I was desperate to have them back. It was so wrong and I wished they were dead some times but how fucking good I felt when I had one of them fucking into me or I had his cock in my throat. Until Cool made love to me that day, I don't think I'd ever been treated me like a beautiful woman. I was always just a piece of meat to shove your dick into."

Rita was wiping Sandra's face with the cool cloth. She leaned forward and touched her lips to her mother's. Sandra looked at Rita, confused and surprised.

"I love you, Mama," Rita whispered.

Sandra responded by pulling Rita close and covering her mouth with her open lips. I watched as Rita parted her lips just as they made contact. Their tongues searched. The kiss was as sensuous and erotic as any two females I had ever witnessed kiss. I had a hard-on. 

Sandra pushed Rita out to arms length, and looked at her. She was obviously troubled about something. Her fingertips touched Rita's cheek and then she put her hand on Rita's pregnant belly.

"Did the boys ever hurt you, Baby?" Sandra asked. There was almost a note of terror in her voice.

"No, Mama. They never hurt me," Rita whispered. "I never let them touch me. They wanted to but I said no."

Sandra pulled Rita close and hugged her for dear life. "Thank God for that," she breathed.

"Why, Mama?" Rita asked. "There's a lot of things wrong in this world and a lot of ugly people. Sometimes you do things with bad people that you don't want to do, but it brings you pleasure at the time. That doesn't make it right, or you wrong, it just makes you feel different than you'd feel if you hadn't done it."

Rita's conversation with her mother was definitely getting deeper. I stood and walked over to the bar and poured a splash of House of Lords over some ice and went to sit back in my chair.

Rita pointed at my crotch and said, "Look, Mama. You made Cool's dick hard."

Sandra looked at me then my crotch. Her lips turned up at the corners and her smile broadened. I made a coughing sound in my throat and couldn't find anything intelligent to say so I just grinned dumbly at them.

Sandra's skirt had ridden up on her thighs showing lots of creamy flesh. Rita's pregnant belly was peeking out between the buttons of her maternity top. And yes, I was sporting a big woody.

"You ever make it with a woman?" I asked Sandra.

Sandra's eyes brightened perceptibly at the mention of sex with another woman. Rita looked at me and smiled. She had just gotten a mouthful of tongue from her mother, for the first time in her life, and I think she was curious, as well.

"What is this, Mama tells all day?" Sandra asked.

Rita touched her mother's lips with her fingertip and said, "I felt your kiss, Mama. You've kissed other women. Did you like it?"

Sandra leaned back against the sofa and answered her daughter, "Oh, Rita. Of coarse I've been with women. You must realize that after the boys moved out, I was desperate for sex. The depravity of what the boys and I were doing built a hunger in me that blazed inside of me after they left. I'd been involved in three ways with a man and a woman before but never had a woman alone. One afternoon I was working late at the salon, doing a perm for one of my regulars. She was an old customer, and she tipped well, so I agreed to do her after we closed one night. I remember her complaining about not getting enough attention from her husband, which was a regular topic of conversation around there. Then she told me that she had a girlfriend who used to help her with her problem, but she was out of town or something."

Rita was fascinated by her mother's revelations. I listened quietly with a major bulge in my pants.

"I asked her what she meant," Sandra continued. "She told me that she and her girlfriend used to go out to dinner and then to a motel and have sex together. I wasn't fresh off the turnip truck, but I found it a little kinky for two women to go to a motel for sex and she asked me why, sex was sex. Then she told me how wonderful sex between two women could be. I didn't know what to say, I just kept rolling curlers in her hair and let her talk. She asked me if I had ever been with another female and I told her only with a guy there and she laughed. I was a little put off, but I liked Eve and let it go. Then she asked me if another woman had ever played with my pussy. Well, I was shocked but told her that I did once while we were with this guy. She asked if I enjoyed it and I told her I guessed that I had. It had been fleeting but I guess it was all right. Then she reached her hand out and ran it up the inside of my leg. I had short-shorts on, because it was summer and it gets hot with the dryers going all day. Her hand was cool and she let her fingers slide right up under the leg of my shorts and touched my panties. She just held it there pushing my panties up into my crack with her fingers."

Sandra closed her eyes and remembered the feeling. "My God, Rita. I came in five seconds. I was so embarrassed I couldn't speak. I just stood there with my legs clamped down on Eve's hand and creamed her. I had to finish rolling up her hair and my panties were flooded. Eve was on fire too. I finally got her under the dryer a but I took her to one way in the back and turned all the lights in the shop off so no one could see us in the rear. Eve skinned her skirt and panties off and sat with her lags spread apart and begged me to touch her pussy. Honey, I was electrified. I played with her lips and clit and she taught me just how to touch her so it felt good. Then I started eating her out and she gushed her juices all over my face. When her hair had dried, she pushed me back in the pedicure chair and sucked on my pussy until I was drained. Jesus it was good."

Rita pushed Sandra's skirt up on her hips and reached between her thighs. Sandra pushed her legs together and tried to extract Rita's hand.

"Honey, No!" Sandra gasped, as Rita pushed her hand against the wetness between Sandra's legs.

"Hush, Mama. Spread your legs for me, now," Rita demanded.

Sandra relaxed her legs and let Rita push her knees apart. Her panties were awash with her juices. Her excitement heightened when Rita made contact with her sodden labia through the silk that covered them. The color rose up in her face as Rita massaged her center. I watched Sandra grab for Rita's hand and pull it into her pussy. Rita looked over at me and winked. I knew she was waiting for me to jump in but I decided to let nature take its course and see what happened. Sandra pulled the triangle of her panties aside revealing her swollen lips to us and Rita went straight into her center with her long, slender finger. Sandra had surrendered herself to her daughter now, and there was no turning back.

Release was quick and powerful as Sandra was swept into a turbulent orgasm at the hands of her pregnant daughter. She lay with her head thrown back on the sofa trying to regain her composure. Rita stood and took her mother's hand. She pulled her skirt up and held her legs wide apart as she moved the trembling hand up to touch her smooth cunt.

"See, Mama? I'm all wet too," Rita whispered. "I'm big and fat and pregnant, but you make me want you."

Sandra pulled herself up and buried her face in Rita's pussy, dragging her tongue across her daughter's extended clit. Rita nearly collapsed when she felt Sandra's tongue so I leapt up and steadied her.

"C'mon, you two," I said. "Lets go in the other room and relax."

Rita dislodged herself from her mother's searching mouth and I pulled Sandra to her feet. I touched the hidden button under the mantle and opened the invisible door to The War Room. Rita rushed in ahead of Sandra and I, and set fire to a dozen candles close to one of the loungers in the room. Sandra stood, transfixed, gazing around the bizarre sexual dungeon.

"What is this place?" she breathed, taking in her dimly lit surroundings.

Her eyes traveled from one strange object to the next, not fully comprehending the significance of each, but understanding of the purpose for its existence.

"My father called it his 'War Room'," I said. 

Rita walked over and sat on the lounger, being seven and a half months into her pregnancy made her back and legs tired by this time of the day. I went to her and sat with her. I gently rubbed her big belly and kissed her softly. She leaned back and pulled at her panties with one hand. I helped her pull them off her legs.

"Everything is getting so tight," she sighed, as she sat with her legs apart.

Sandra strolled around the room as Rita and I sat watching. Her hand swept softly across the smooth leather of the pommel horse in the center of the room. She noticed the leather straps on the arms and legs of the high-backed chair on the far side and the shackles on the cross-bucks. Her eyes opened wide when she pulled the doors open on the big wooden cabinet and saw the array of paddles and other implements of torture. A trapeze hung from a ring in the beam, which crossed overhead, and swung waist high above the floor.

As she explored the room and inspected each of the unusual devices she was becoming more and more aroused. Her fingers were fiddling with the buttons on her blouse and soon she had her hand inside, rubbing her own breast, as she strolled. She went back to the trapeze and gave it a gentle push, causing it to swing slowly back and to. She turned her head and stared at me. I barely nodded my head, but she saw. Her hands worked the last buttons on her blouse and it fluttered to the floor. Her skirt followed. She slipped the straps of her bra off her shoulders and pulled it down and around, unhooking the tiny hooks and dropping it on top of her other clothes. Clad only in thigh-high white nylon hose and white heels, she turned and looked at the trapeze. Stepping out of her shoes, she hoisted herself up on the hand bar and slid her rump back into the leather cradle. She raised her feet up and placed them in the stirrups and leaned back into the thin leather lacing. She was now in a semi-reclining position with her legs spread wide apart, and the shiny lips of her wet pussy completely exposed.




Life At Islands Estates Ch. 19



I kissed Rita again. She smiled a wicked smile and pushed me in the direction of her suspended mother. I removed my clothes as I slowly approached the vulnerable woman. Taking my rock hard cock in my hand I stepped between her legs and inserted it in her waiting hole.

"Oh God, Cool," Sandra whispered. "I need this so fucking much. Please, just fuck me hard."

I placed a hand over each of Sandra's thighs, and pulled her toward me, impaling her as she swung onto me. Her breath left her as I went in full depth in one smooth motion. I stood still on the floor and simply moved on and off my stiff prick by pushing her away and pulling her back. Sandra's pussy gurgled and squished as I moved her in each direction. She groaned and clamped her feet behind me and convulsed around me. I let her take up the motion now. She moved on and off by holding her feet on either side of me and bending her knees to pull me in and push me off. Rita came over and bent over her mother's face, kissing her passionately on the mouth. Sandra grabbed her head and crushed her lips to her daughters.

I was moving easily, in no rush, letting Sandra have her releases as they swept over her. I didn't want to brutalize her in any way. After what seemed like half dozen hard orgasms Sandra relaxed her legs and hung there for several minutes, with me fully imbedded in her depths. Her pussy flexed and relaxed on my cock over and over. Sandra had good muscle tone.

I had been standing between Sandra's legs for over a half hour and I was feeling the train coming around the bend. I took her by the thighs again and started to fuck into her in earnest. She knew the signs and wrapped her legs around me again and met every thrust with ferocious determination until I splashed a bucket full of hot cum in her frantically sucking cunt. We rocked together and stayed locked, cock in pussy, until I had drained the whole reservoir deep inside of her. Rita stood holding her mother's face to her naked breasts through our final collision. 

"Don't worry, mama," Rita whispered, as she kissed her mother's face. "You'll be safe at Islands Estates."

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And safe indeed she became. I contacted Dianne and had her make arrangements to forward all of Sandra's belongings to her, via a moving company. She set up housekeeping in the little apartment over the mower shed on the river, turning the old place into a frilly paradise, which matched her newfound wonderment for life. Sandra and I were to become the best of friends, over the following years and we would share many hours of hot kinky sex. Everyone at Islands Estates fell in love with her, even Louise.

February of '66 brought the final weeks of Rita's first pregnancy. She delivered our son on the last day of the month. After a long discussion amongst the entire clan, it was decided his name would be William Joseph Ellis. You guessed it, all you Redneck Bubbas, BILLY JO! And if you think that's a hoot, wait 'til you hear what we name our daughter.

Life is great at Islands Estates! 



Life At Islands Estates Ch. 20



The days grew longer and warmer. Caroline started talking more and more and was turning into a real person. Billy Joe kept waking us all up at regular intervals every night to be fed and changed. Rita was a bit bedraggled by the nursing routine but she was the proudest mother ever. Louise was on cloud nine with the little ones around and doted over them constantly.

Construction on the stone fence around the estate was in full swing and site work for the stables had been completed by early July. Camille was involved in a thousand aspects of design on the development of Palm Coast and I was deeply embroiled in helping Helen Blossom compile a complete picture of the family holdings.

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After passing her bar exams, Helen had given old Mr. Schnitzer, dad's lawyer for fifty years and Helen's boss, notice of her intention to leave his employ and take our family business on as a full time endeavor. The old lawyer took this as a perfect opportunity to retire and he and Helen spent months finding council for his other clients and gathering all the hundreds of files regarding the Ellis Enterprises, as dear old dad called his former companies, together. It turns out that dad had holdings in states all over the south and that many of his investments were in diversified property holdings such as shopping malls, apartment complexes, golf courses and the like.

The paper work connected with his adventurous life was monumental. We hauled over forty loads of boxes of files back to the estate in the Nomad and set up a makeshift office in my former bedroom downstairs next to the studio. Helen and Camille were also making noises about the impending initial sale of waterfront lots up at the development and we mutually decided to construct an office building on site close to where the commercial center of the development was to be located. This was to be a priority due to the fact that we would be hiring about twenty-five realtors and other office help to begin the process.

Dad put us in touch with a man he had dealings with in the past, to act as project manager, under Camille's direct supervision. Beau would prove to be our salvation in the end due to his extensive experience in large community development projects. Helen and I would be in charge of all the financial and legal aspects of the project and leave the construction business to the professionals. This suited me just fine because it left me free to spend some time with the children and Rita and oversee the work on the estate.

By mid November, a beautiful three-story office building had been erected in record time, on a dirt road in the center of the development area. We would only be using part of the building at first, but we would finish the upper floors and expand as things progressed.

Camille had a suite of offices for the construction division on the main floor along with the real estate division. Helen and I were situated on the second floor in the rear of the building occupying about a third of that floor. My office and hers adjoined with a reception room ahead of hers and two conference rooms, one large the other small off the reception area. I could enter and exit my office from either, Helen's office, the main hall, or a stairway to the outside at the rear. Of coarse, we had a small lounge and I had a private bathroom with a shower, tub and dressing room. We spent a fortune decorating and furnishing our offices and they reflected the immenseness of our fortune.

On the day the furniture was delivered to the offices, Helen had been busily sorting out the thousands of documents that the old lawyer had collected over the years and was extremely agitated with her self for misplacing her handbag, which contained her cigarettes and makeup. We searched high and low and she discovered that she had left it in her car when she arrived that morning and simply forgotten to bring it in. During our search, the furniture store guys showed up with our delivery.

Helen had purchased beautiful Italian leather sofas and chairs for the reception room, her office and my office. They were magnificent, indeed. Each piece was big and soft, with big puffy arms and high thick backs, for comfort. The last piece they brought in was the big sofa for Helens office. The deliverymen placed it where she wanted it and she rewarded them with a fifty-dollar tip and thanked them profusely.

I stood in the doorway to my office and watched as Helen closed the door, after the delivery guys had departed. She snapped the lock. She turned and took two steps into the room, unbuttoning her jacket and dropping it on the thick, cranberry red carpet. Her fingers deftly released the buttons down the front of her silk blouse and it too joined the jacket on the floor. The skirt followed and she stood clad in her lacy beige bra, panties, hose, and heels.

"Mr. Ellis, would you care to get fucked on my new sofa?" she asked.

Crossing over to her I replied, "I don't mind if I do."

Our lips met in a steamy kiss. We hadn't been together sexually for a couple of months, but we had spent many hours together during our construction and moving operations. I felt her hands on my back, pulling my shirt out of my trousers. She pushed the shirt over my head and zeroed in on my belt buckle. Quickly dropping my pants to a heap around my ankles, Helen sank to her knees and took my stiffening cock into her warm mouth. She was a great cocksucker, never getting frantic but always moving and using her tongue continuously. It didn't take much to get me excited. I pulled her up from the floor, before she took me too far, and stepped the rest of the way out of my pants.

"Hurry, Cool. I'm really hot," Helen begged, stripping out of her bra and panties.

Helen reclined on the new leather sofa, and spread her luscious legs. I plunged my face between her thighs and captured her feathery petals between my lips. I sucked hard on them, drawing blood into them and causing them to darken. Helen drew in her breath and stiffened a little then relaxed. I searched for her love bud and struck it with my tongue. She stiffened again and sucked in her breath. Helen was right, she was hot and sensitive. She started to leak immediately soaking the hair of my goatee and smearing the cushion of the new sofa. I was glad we had chosen leather.

"I need cock, Virgil," Helen squeaked.

"Okay, Sweetie, cock it is," I said, and plowed balls deep into her hot wet pussy.

We took up a hard steady cadence right at the start and went straight through 'til we erupted almost simultaneously in mutual ecstasy, each of us expelling copious quantities of sexual fluids, mixing together and flowing out onto the cushions.

"Oh, God, that's gotta be good," Helen breathed.

I agreed, leaning back and sitting on the floor. "Welcome to the corporate offices of Palm Coast Development," I declared, as we both started to laugh hysterically.

We tidied up and I left Helen, wearing only her hose and her jacket, to her filing and went home for my afternoon tramp around the estate with Caroline.

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"Fuck," Helen thought to her self, after Tall Cool had driven away, "it's been a long time, Mr. Ellis." She now referred to Virgil as Mr. Ellis when they were around clients and contractor types. She was the consummate professional. After all, she was a woman embroiled in a mostly male project and keeping it professional was important to her.

She sat in her new desk chair. The leather was cool against the exposed skin of her still naked butt. She giggled, thinking back on the look on his face when she had asked him if he wanted to fuck her on the new sofa. "Dumb question, Helen," she thought. "I would kill for him if he asked me to!"

She was startled back to reality by a soft knock on the door and a voice, "Helen it's Camille, may I come in?"

"Shit, I'm still naked!" Helen thought as she jumped up to pull on her skirt.

"I'm coming," she said, dancing on one foot as she pulled her shoe on.

She picked up her bra, but her panties were missing. "Damn, he's at it again!" She thought stuffing her bra and blouse between some books on the shelf next to the door.

She quickly unsnapped the lock and opened the door. There stood Camille, looking radiant, as always. She smiled stepping into the office and looked around.

"This is spectacular," Camille said, scanning the opulent surroundings of the lawyer's office. "I like it."

"Your brother has very good taste," Helen replied. She was most appreciative of the praise. Camille moved to her and hugged her giving her the traditional southern peck on the cheek. She lingered for a couple of extra seconds sending sparks straight into Helen's already aroused brain.

Camille stared into Helen's eyes and saw the fire burning. She leaned forward and touched her warm lips to Helen's. The two women melted together in a passionate embrace. Breaking the kiss after many seconds, Helen took a deep breath.

Camille's soft voice was the first to fill the sexually charged room. "This place makes you all mushy in the panties, doesn't it?"

"I don't have any on. Your brother chased me right out of them," Helen declared and both women broke into uproarious laughter. Holding her sides, Camille backed up a few steps and plopped down on the sofa where just minutes earlier, Helen and Tall Cool had made love.

"He is something," Camille managed, still chuckling. "Did he get what he was after?"

"I got what I was I was after," Helen stated, smiling at Camille. "But I don't think it was enough."

Camille patted the cushion next to her and Helen crossed the room and sat next to the caramel skinned beauty. Their lips met again, in a torrid kiss. Camille's long fingers slipped into the opening of Helen' jacket and cupped her large soft breast. She thumbed Helen's bulging nipple into a stone hard pebble, sending even more sparks to Helen's brain.

Helen pulled Camille's thin sweater over her head and reached around and unfastened her strapless bra, freeing Camille's gorgeous tits. Camille had added four inches, and two cup sizes, to her bust line since Caroline was born.

Helen's motor was running at full throttle, and her transmission was in high gear. She zeroed in on Camille's soft melons with her hands and mouth. She pushed Camille back on the couch and knelt on the floor next to her and mauled the dark girls breasts. Her tongue beat a tattoo on Camille's sensitive nipples while she applied suction with her lips and softly kneaded them with her fingers. Helen's free hand found it's way up Camille's inner thigh and her fingers slid under the thin gusset of her panties, exploring the folds of her cleft.

Helen released her hold on Camille's nipple and pushed her way between the outspread legs and into Camille's weeping sex. She tugged the panties aside and swished her tongue into the dark folds, searching for Camille's man in the boat. Her tongue, finding the sought after button, restarted the rhythm it had used on Camille's nipples and swiftly took her over the edge of reality to orgasm land, leaving them both breathless and wanting more.

Camille lurched up off the sofa, pushing Helen down on the thick burgundy carpet. She pulled her self on top of the blond lawyer, jerking her skirt up to her waist. Straddling her, Camille thrust her face between Helen's thighs and launched a torpedo shot with her tongue straight into the center of Helen's squirting pussy. Helen bathed Camille's face with female ejaculate, as she sailed into a blinding climax of her own.

Camille rested on top of Helen, after she had consumed all of Helen's discharges into her mouth.

It was Helen's turn to speak first, "Camille," she asked. "Anybody ever tell you how good you eat pussy?"

"Just Rita and Mama," she replied. "Cool calls me Hoover."

"Cool eats pussy real good, too," Helen said.

"Oh, how well I know, Honey," Camille agreed. "I've got Cool almost every night, you know."

"Bitch!" Helen stated. Both of them laughed again.

"He's always there for you, Lover," Camille said.

"I know, but it's not quite the same as being married to the guy," Helen lamented. 

"Hey, he's my brother," Camille said.

"Sugar Plum, I was there, remember. I live next door to you. You are as married to him as Rita," Helen said. "And like you say, you get to sleep with him every night."

"It's all right, Sweetheart," Camille cooed. "Rita and will share him with you."

"I know," Helen, concluded, pushing her self up and sitting on the floor beside Camille.

"Cool tells me your making progress on daddy's investments," Camille said.

"Actually, I am," Helen said. "But I have to tell you something in all honesty. You father and my former boss are really a pair. I don't know how Mr. Schnitzer kept it all straight, but he did. The real estate holdings are enormous and the returns from the leases and rentals are monumental. The deposits into the trust account are almost four million dollars a month. The tax escrow is generating interest so fast, that I've had a hard time calculating it. Mr. Pitello, at the bank, put me in touch with Virgil's CPA, who handles the taxes, and he was extremely helpful. But he's telling me he wants out because of the vastness of the holdings, it takes two people full time to handle the paperwork for the government. So, what your dad was saying about spending the money is correct. We gotta find a way to either spent a bunch, or pay huge taxes. Cool gave Lisa Holiday two million for a one million dollar airplane. But that's only two weeks worth of income."

Camille, still half naked and lying on the floor, listened intently to Helen's assessment of her family's immense wealth.

"Does Cool know about all of this?" Camille asked.

"He's aware of the fact that it's huge, but I don't think he knows that he could but a small country if the price was right. Hell, he already owns a mountain in North Carolina and hasn't even seen it," Helen stated.

Camille chuckled and rubbed her nipple casually with her fingers. Helen reached out and tangled her fingers with Camille's. "You're so beautiful," Helen whispered.

Camille pushed her self up and kissed Helen gently and smiled. "We have to get dressed, we'll be here all afternoon playing sucky-fucky, if we don't."

They dressed and talked about the sale of the first lots in the development and the proposed closing dates. Camille was back in business mode and Helen had a ton of work ahead of her as well. They agreed that a little afternoon delight was good for morale and promised to give Tall Cool and vigorous workout together very soon. 

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On the brief ride home, I pulled Helen's skimpy panties from my pocket and inhaled deeply of her scent. Helen had a sweet aroma and eating her cunt was great sport, especially when she was discharging the delicious nectar that went along with her orgasms. I decided that I needed to do something really nice for her because of her tremendous help with the estate and the development. I didn't have a clue as to what I wanted to do but I would think of something.

Caroline came bounding across the room, crying Daddy Daddy, as I walked in the kitchen door. I bundled her up in my arms and nuzzled her neck. Rita was in hot pursuit and gave me a warm welcome and a big kiss, upon seeing me.

"Ooh, Helen today," she declared, smiling from ear to ear. "I can taste her sweet pussy on your lips, Lover." 

I have no secrets. And I guess I'm not too bright, but everybody is on the same page here. So life goes on.

"Come walk with us," I said to Rita, as I collected Caroline by the hand and headed out the door.

Rita hugged my arm as we walked out the drive to the front gate and then north along the new stone wall surrounding the property. We had cleared a path along the inside of the wall, wide enough to drive along in a truck, and Gerald had a nice growth of new grass growing on it. The plan was to keep it mowed so we could walk along the wall in comfort. I hoped that when we finally got our stable built and the horses, it would serve as a suitable riding trail. The distance around the perimeter exceeded five miles along the wall and river. Work on the wall was still under way on the northern end so we didn't walk that far yet.

Caroline was always busy exploring the edge of the woods as we walked and I marveled at how astute she had become for a two and a half year old. I hoped that little Billy Joe would take to the outdoors as much as Caroline.

We cut down through the woods to the clearing that had been cut for the stable and Gerald was standing there with one of the contractors that had been hired to begin the work. The field, in front of us had grown over with the seed that Gerald had planted and a tall growth of hay waved in the breeze. The clearing extended from where we stood at the edge of the woods, about two thousand feet down to the river and was a quarter of a mile wide. Eventually, the training ring and stable would occupy the area close to where we stood and the remainder would be fenced in wood rail fencing to corral the horses. Of coarse, the stable would be huge and have adequate space for more animals than we ever planned on having. Right!

I wanted to build a big barn too and told Gerald to get a plan together and we would entertain that as a continuation of the stable. I have also hired a contractor to erect a house for Sandra on the far edge of the clearing overlooking the water. I let Sandra tell our contractor just what she wanted, and then I told him to build it three times the size she had indicated because I wanted her to have plenty of room if the grand kids wanted to stay over.

We continued our walk down along the water and before long we were at Sandra's apartment. She came running out and presented Caroline with a sugar cookie and patted me on the backside after hugging Rita almost breathless. We sat out on the bulkhead and talked for a long time. Rita was constantly conspiring to find ways to throw Sandra and I together alone, so she conveniently had to take Caroline inside to potty so Gram-gram and daddy could talk about Gram-gram's new house.

Sandra waited until the door had closed on the apartment, then she pulled me by the hand around to the side of the mower shed and fell to her knees in front of me reaching for my zipper. Her mouth was on my cock before I could even speak She worked feverishly to devour me whole, twisting and turning her head in all directions as her tongue slathered around me. I put a hand on either side of Sandra's head, attempting to slow her down. But she was determined to bring me rapidly to my end, sucking with extreme force, as she inhaled me into her throat. I didn't disappoint her by lasting too long. My load thundered into her mouth within minutes filling her throat with molten jizm. She didn't spill a drop as she milked me dry and popped me out of her mouth, just when the screen door on the apartment over our heads creaked open. I quickly tucked my softening member back into my pants, in the knick of time, before Caroline raced around the corner of the shed.

Caroline grabbed Sandra by the hand and pulled her around the corner in front of the building to show her Gerald's zoom-zoom, (lawn mower).

"So, Sailor," Rita cooed, sidling up to me, "How's Mama doing these days?"

"Well, Sweet Cheeks," I drawled, "Your mama is doing a fine job."

Rita giggled. "Don't you mean blow-job?" She asked.

"Well, yeah," I answered, grinning. "You're so bad. I guess that's why I love ya."

"I love you too, Cool Guy," Rita oozed, hugging my arm again.

We started walking back up to the big house with Caroline dragging Gram-gram by the hand behind us. Rita was being really lovey-dovey lately. I liked that.

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Helen and Camille were sitting on the patio as we approached. Rita and I joined them as Sandra went inside with Caroline. Camille produced a couple of cold brewski's and we sat enjoying the late afternoon sunshine, knowing that fall leads to the cool rainy days of winter in the next few weeks.




Life At Islands Estates Ch. 20



"Helen and I were talking about your finances this afternoon," Camille said.

"Really?" I asked. "How are we doing?"

"You explain it," Camille said to Helen.

Helen ran over what she had discussed with Camille earlier in the day, in great detail. She had facts and figures that pretty much paralleled the discussions I had with dad and when I asked her for the bottom line she wrinkled her forehead and told us six hundred and fifty million, give or take a few. Louise had been standing on the balcony directly above us and must have overheard the conversation, because I heard a soft whistle and a cackle.

"About a hundred and fifty is liquid, not including your personal accounts, and the rest is holdings. This property is worth about thirty million. Dianne is worth another one hundred plus on her own ticket. And then there is the development which is now in the neighborhood of ninety million, when the inlet is completed," Helen told us and hunted for a cigarette. Rita jerked a pack out of her pocket and offered her one. "This does not factor anything in for appreciation or future improvements to the buildings."

We sat for a few minutes soaking in the information Helen had presented. It was a staggering picture. It reminded me of a snowball rolling downhill, always growing in size with no end in sight, and gaining speed, as it grew larger. It was difficult to fathom how my father could have put together such a vast empire, seemingly without anybody in the family realizing that it was happening. And he was totally removing himself from his responsibility to it. It's like he was just taking a few bucks and running away to South Florida to have a good time. What a guy!

"Kinda takes your breath away. Don't it?" I said finally.

"Amen to that," Louise said, from above.

"Eavesdropper!" Helen said. We giggled.

"I've got another news flash for y'all," I said.

Four pairs of eyes fell on me in unison. "Whassat?" Four voices asked in chorus.

"Follow me to the study, Ladies," I said, and stood up.

I stopped in the den on my way to the study and collected myself a flagon of House of Lords wrapped casually around a handful of ice cubes and sauntered into the study like I knew something nobody else did. I tugged the latch on the bookshelf releasing it to roll open and reveal the steel door to the big walk-in vault. Camille, Helen and Rita were ignorant of the existence of it. Louise had seen it before but had never been inside, although she has the combination written down in case of emergency.

Now then, I casually spun the dial back and forth, entering the required numbers to open the heavy door hiding yet more of Dear Old Dad's well kept secrets. Camille and Rita stood by the desk, Louise was perched nervously on the arm of the sofa, and Helen stood by the door, each anticipating some great revelation from within. And, reveal I would. I wagged my finger for them to follow my into the seven by nine foot concrete vault. One wall was shelves from floor to ceiling laden with open top boxes, neatly filled with legal looking papers. The other wall had a counter, full length with metal drawers below, and a fluorescent light above it, which brightly illuminated the inside of the vault.

I pulled the uppermost left hand box of documents from the shelf and set it on the counter. I indicated to Helen to inspect one of the documents and describe to us what she was looking at. She pulled the first envelope from the front of the box and after removing the document from its sleeve she declared that it was a packet of ten municipal bonds from New Smyrna Beach, issued October 23rd, 1939. They were ten-year bonds with a face value of two thousand dollars each. Which means they were now thirty-six years old and worth a lot more than two grand.

"What are you telling us, Cool?" Camille asked.

"I'm telling you that that whole shelf is more of the same, thousands upon thousands of them. Mama's daddy and dad started buying municipal bonds during the thirty's and forty's and there they are." I said, sweeping my hand along the rows of boxes. "Just like a huge mountain of cash just waiting to be cashed in and spent. Only thing is you'll get hit with the income taxes on them when you sell them, and nobody can ever spend that much money in ten lifetimes. But think of the pile of cash you're looking at even after all the taxes. It makes my dick hard just thinking about it!"

The women were speechless. I had known of the stash for a couple of years, but we had no need for this much money. Helen was very perceptive and knew that there were gazillions of dollars sitting here. And she knew as well as I that we could never conceivably have need for this much cash. Rita was awestruck. Louise just looked at me, numbly. 

"See here," I said. "Louise is privy to the existence of this next little bit of excitement."

I reached down and opened the top drawer of the cabinet under the counter. The drawer was approximately thirty inches long and twenty inches front to back, but only three inches deep. There on display, under the bright fluorescent light, lay the blinding collection of mother's diamonds. My four companions sucked in their breath simultaneously.

"Dazzling, ain't it?" I asked.

I got two Wows, a My Gawd, and a Geez-us. Sorta says it all.

"Now, let me show you another interesting sight," I said, pushing the top drawer closed, and pulling the next drawer open.

The next drawer being the same length and width, but about ten inches in depth, was filled with neatly bundled packages of currency. All denominations of bills from one dollar to one hundred dollar filled this drawer and the next one down. Some of the bills were very old and certainly no longer in circulation.

Helen stammered, "It would appear that your father was a very resourceful man."

"So it would seem," I replied, ushering the ladies back to the study and closing the door on the vault and spinning the dial to lock it. After swinging the bookshelf back into place I refreshed my drink and sat behind the desk, indicating that the ladies should take a seat.

"I have known your father for the better part of fifty years," Louise stated. "But I had no idea about this."

"Do you think it's possible that he and grandpa were into something shady?" I asked.

"I just don't know, Cool," Louise continued. "Old Man Ben was a cagey old codger, but I just don't think either one of them was the type. They always had dough to throw around and when they started building bridges and all those skyscrapers in Miami, Grace and I had pockets full of cash all the time. I guess I can remember all the diamonds coming in, because I have a sack full of them of my own, but nothing to compare with that pile."

"I asked dad about the cash one time and he told me he just emptied his pockets every night," I said. "But fuck a duck, them's right deep pockets full of cash to be totin' around. And all the bond certificates, they all look legitimate to me, but damn it how can there be so many?"

"So, Little Brother," Camille interjected. "It's obvious to me that you have been giving our situation a great deal of thought. Tell us what's on your mind."

"Well, it's like this," I started. "I'd say that we are fairly well situated financially. Helen has put together a really detailed picture of the real estate holdings and you've all seen the vault. I think, in view of the fact that we are intent on developing Palm Coast, that we should liquidate as much of the other stuff as possible, take the tax hit and reel in the cash. Camille, Helen and I can play at being respectable business people for a few years, to stay busy, and then we can retire and play. I love my music and I enjoy playing more than anything."

"That makes a lot of sense to me," Helen interjected. "Selling off the shopping malls and other lease and rental holdings will net a big pile and take a huge load of paperwork off the table. If things get tight, we can sell some of the bonds and sit tight. Plus, Palm Coast will keep us occupied full time for a long while."

"I agree," Camille said. "Designing buildings is my passion, business is not."

"I got nothin' to say," Louise chimed in. "I just cook and clean and take care of the kids. And I get to fuck the boss from time to time."

"You are such a slut," Rita said. Everybody howled with laughter.

"What do you think, Rita?" Camille asked.

"I think I'll do whatever my husband asks me to do. I'm not smart enough to make a decision like this myself," Rita declared. "Besides, before I came here to be with you, I never had more than five hundred dollars at one time in my whole life."

I reached for the phone and dialed dad's number in South Florida. 

I put the phone on the speaker cradle and we listened as it rang three times. "Ellis here," came booming over the speaker as dad picked up.

"Hey, Pop," I bellowed back. "We got a deal for ya."

"I'm all ears," came his reply.

I spent the next hour filling him in on what we had discussed, and our plan to liquidate some of the real estate.

"Works for me," he yelled at the phone.

Then I just had to ask him, "Hey, Pop. Did you and grandpa ever do anything crooked to make money?"

It was quiet for a long time. Then he said, "Nothing I'll ever be convicted of. But you gotta understand about grandpa and how things were back in the late twenty's and the thirty's and forty's. No controls over anything. Lots of cash was changing hands. He got a lot of it and I invested it for him in my name. There's still some of it in the safe. Then the bastard croaked on me and left me everything. Those bonds are just as good as gold. The longer you keep them, the more they accrue. You'll reap a half a billion when you dump the malls and department stores give the feds all they can suck up and put the rest in the safe and just spend it when you need it. How're my grand kids?"

"Just fine, you old pirate," Louise barked. "When you coming to visit?"

"Izzat that old black bitch makin' all that racket?" he bellowed.

"It's me you old fart, and I'm gonna beat your butt when I see you," Louise railed back at him.

"You are a sweet talker," he concluded. "Save me fifty mil when you get flush, Son. That'll get me to the grave."

"You're a bandit, but I love ya. See ya, Pop," I said, as I closed the connection.

Louise stood up and retrieved my glass and refilled it from the bar. For the first time in my life I watched as Louise poured a big slug of Jack Daniel's in a glass and tossed it back. 'Clunk' she set the glass on the bar. She screwed her face up and smacked her lips. She walked back to the desk, put my glass down and looked me at me, then at the girls.

"Y'all will excuse me and Cool here, for a few minutes. I have a private matter that only he can help me with," Louise announced, standing with her hand on the back of my chair and smiling an evil smile at the others as they stood to leave the room.

"Go easy on him, Ma," Camille said, giggling. "We don't want you to break him."

"Oh, Honey. I won't break him, I just want to wear him out," she said dismissing the others and pulling me toward The War Room.

We crossed the room and sat on a lounger, close to each other. Louise held my hand in her lap and smiled into my eyes as she spoke.

"I think you're right to pull back from the public eye a little," Louise began. "We have always been hidden out here and I think we need to get back to that. We all worship you, Cool. And the kids are so precious. Rita is so special and her mama is just wonderful. But I worry about all the workmen around the place."

"I know, Lou. It bothers me too. I've told Helen that I want her to handle the business dealings so I can stay low profile," I confided.

"People will take advantage if they can," she went on. "I guess I'm getting old and don't trust anybody any more. But I just love y'all so much and worry about you."

"I know, sweetie," I said, pulling her close and kissing her dark eyes.

Her mouth covered mine and her hand landed in my lap. Her strong fingers searched for my hardening prick and she squeezed me through my pants.

I slapped the back of her hand and said, "You trying to grope me woman?"

"Oh, no suh! I'se not gropin' ya." She fell into her Aunt Jamima character. "I was simply checkin' ta see was your dick ta home."

"Now it seems to me you're sassin' me," I said. "What you got to say about that?"

"Well suh," she said. "Might could be mistook for sass, but I'se still just huntin' to see your dick wants ta come out and play 'sall."

"Maybe a whippin' take some of that sass out of you," I scolded her.

"A whippin'? Oh yass suh!" She said. "That might do it, all right. That might just take th' sass outa this old black woman."

Louise got off the lounger and crossed over to the cabinet on the far wall and selected her favorite leather paddle and carried it back to me. She laid it carefully on the seat next to me and then walked over to the pommel horse in the middle of the room. She removed her dress and dropped it on the floor. Next she skinned her soaking wet panties down her legs and carried them over and laid them next to the paddle. The mat of black pubic hair covering her pussy sparkled in the dim light as she walked. Reaching the horse, she leaned over it, raising her buttocks high in the air and exposing the pinkness of her inner pussy to me.

I stood up and dropped my pants to the floor. I stripped my shirt off over my head and picked up the paddle and advanced to stand behind Louise's big butt. I smacked the paddle against my hand a couple of times for effect and them brought the four-inch wide, flexible leather implement down firmly on her ass.

SMACK! The room echoed with the sharp retort of the paddle on her chubby cheek. Now, you have to understand something here. I am not into torture. The big wide paddle makes a lot of noise and stings like hell when you are swatted really hard with it. And if used over an extended period of time, it will leave your ass as red and hot as fire. But it will not harm you physically. This little exercise is one of Louise's favorite sexual games and makes her hot as hell. So I indulge her fantasy on occasion.

SMACK! I whacked her on the other cheek. Not a whimper from Louise. SMACK! SMACK! Now her respiration has increased and she moaned, low and deep from the last swat. A thin sheen of perspiration appeared on Louise's back. I stepped back and changed hands with the paddle and noticed that her pussy lips had parted appreciably. Small droplets of female fluid hung suspended in the hair surrounding her nether lips. I raised the paddle and brought it swiftly down on her butt yet another time, dislodging some of droplets and sending them against the leather of the horse as she jerked from the sharp contact. A wet smear appeared on the horse.

Her moaning increased with each successive swat, but she never moved from her supine position over the rounded top of the horse. Her hands gripped the under side of the torture beast, keeping her body tilted so as to aim her ass up at just the proper angle. Louise was in her element and the spanking was giving her the supreme pleasure that she craved.

After approximately a dozen stinging blows, Louise erupted into a gut wrenching orgasm. Her entire body clenched, drawing up into a tight sinewy cluster of straining muscles. The cheeks of her ass trembled as the sensations careened through her submissive body.

I let the tremors pass and dropped the paddle to the floor. Louise was in this exact same position the very first time I put my cock into her. I held my cock in one hand, placed my other hand on the small of her back and plunged deep into her drooling womanhood. As her head came up and her mouth opened to cry out in ecstasy, I gathered a handful of hair and plowed into her relentlessly. The heavy black woman was euphoric. She moans turned to guttural grunts and unintelligible babblings, as I pursued my steady course into her scalding cunt. Her orgasms came one on top of the other causing her to remain tightly clenched around my hardness.

I reached the point of no return and emptied an enormous river of semen into her sucking hole. She continued to convulse, gripping my embedded member for several minutes after I was done spilling into her. Her repeated flexes finally pushed my soft prick out with a squish. I was wasted. Louise hung limply over the horse with long threads of our commingled fluid oozing from her very well fucked cunt, and dripping down to the floor.

"Well, I guess you might not be quite so sassy now?" I asked.

"Reckon not," Louise replied, smiling broadly. "Thank you for helping me with that problem."

"The pleasure was all ours," I replied.

We hadn't eaten dinner yet, and I was hungry. I left Louise in The War Room and went in search of Rita and Camille. I found Camille with Caroline and Billy Joe in the kitchen and was informed that Rita and Helen had walked over to Helen's for a glass of wine before dinner. I sat balancing little Billy Joe on my knee, while Camille patiently helped our daughter eat her supper.

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"They've really got some kind of special thing between them, don't they?" Rita asked, closing the kitchen door.

She pulled a cigarette from her pack, lit it and pushed the pack and lighter across the center island to Helen. Helen extracted a cigarette and fired the end of it. She poured red wine into two stemmed glasses.

"They sure do," Helen said. "And it goes back a long time, too. I understand that Louise and Cool's parents shared their lives just like you and Camille and Cool do."

"From what I can gather from Camille," Rita added, "Louise would take a bullet for him. They are awfully close. My husband has a lot of admirers."

"Including my daughter and me," Helen said, causing them to both giggle. "I wonder what they're doing right now."

"He's probably got his face buried up to his ears in her sweet pussy," Rita speculated.

"I doubt it," Helen said. "She likes the belt on her backside. He's got her draped over something, strapping her ass 'til she begs for his meat."

"Do you think he enjoys that?" Rita asked.

"I think he enjoys doing it because he knows it makes Louise crazy with lust." Helen said.

"You are probably right," Rita agreed. "Dianne likes to be beaten, too."

"Oh, I know. She's a little more freaky than Cool, don't you think?" Helen asked.

"You have know idea," Rita answered. "She likes getting slapped around and then pissed on. I could never get into that."

"How about women with squirting pussies?" Helen asked.

"I watched you from across the room, once," Rita answered. "But I've never seen it up close."

"Would you like to?" Helen whispered.

"Only if I get to make you squirt," Rita breathed.

"Follow me, Sugar," Helen cooed, and pulled Rita along by the hand.

They went down the hall to Helen's bedroom, whereupon, Helen removed her skirt and hose. She still had no panties on from her encounter earlier with Tall Cool. Her jacket and bra followed while Rita hurriedly removed her cloths. Helen lie back on the bed and spread her shapely legs, exposing her clean-shaven sex to Rita.

Rita kneeled on the floor and peered between Helen's thighs into her pussy. Her hands traveled up the inside of the older woman's thighs and her fingers rested on Helen's puffy labia, which were already beginning to show the tell tale signs of moisture.

"You get wet right away, don't you?" Rita asked.

"Just the thought of another woman's mouth on me makes me start," Helen whispered.

Rita brought her face close, inserted her fingers between Helen's lips and spread them wide apart. Helen's clit was protruding from its sheath, waiting for Rita to swab it with her hot tongue. Helen had started to leak even more now, and Rita dipped her long slender tongue down into Helen's honey pot and tasted her secretions. She was instantly addicted to Helen's juice. Instinctively, she ravaged Helen's drooling pussy with her mouth, quickly raising Helen's level of excitement to a fever pitch.




Life At Islands Estates Ch. 20



Rita sent wave after wave on sensation through Helen, rapidly bring the blond to her climax. When Rita tripped the last trigger, releasing Helen's ejaculation, she was unprepared for the tremendous flood that splashed onto her upturned face. Rita's mouth was quickly filled to overflowing. She closed her mouth to swallow and was bathed in Helen's second burst. She pushed her face back into Helen's pussy and opened her mouth again and received Helen's third eruption deep into her throat. She swallowed again, and Helen sent yet another spurt of female juice flowing across the redhead's face and down her front.

Rita looked as though she had showered in woman cum. Helen was lying on her back gasping for breath. Rita had achieved her own orgasm, as Helen was pouring her juices over her face. She had not even touched herself and yet, she had climaxed.

Helen raised her head and stared into Rita's eyes. "What do you think?" she asked.

"I could get into this," Rita whispered.

"I'll do you if you want," Helen said.

"I'd better get back, Billy needs to nurse. And I need to help get dinner ready, I think Louise will be done for by now," Rita explained and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Helen followed behind her and stood behind her in front of the mirror. She reached around the redhead and gently squeezed one of her milk laded tits, sending a thin stream of mother's milk shooting out onto the mirror in front of them. Rita swooned and turned around covering Helen's mouth in a passionate kiss.

"More later, Lover," Rita said, breathlessly and turned to finish cleaning Helen's juices from her body.

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Returning to the house, Rita entered the kitchen, where Camille and I and the kids were just finishing with Caroline's dinner party.

"Hi, Sweetie," I said and stood up to kiss her. "Guess who smells like Helen's pussy now?"

We all cracked up with laughter.

Louise entered the room with her hair all wrapped up in a towel and asked, "What's everybody laughing about?"

I answered, "We were just discussing about how great life is at Islands Estates."



Life At Islands Estates Ch. 21



Fall evaporated into winter, then the spring rains soaked us for weeks making road construction next to impossible. Finally the warm breezes of the summer of 1967, allowed us to move full speed ahead on the project. Lots were selling briskly, and houses seemingly sprang from the earth along the man made canals.

The commercial hub of the community had also started to take shape with the emergence of a Winn Dixie grocery store and Hess Oil had begun construction on a gas station. A strip mall was being surveyed and any number of other ventures for retail.

Helen Blossom has contacted nearly all of the managing directors connected with the extensive commercial holdings included in dads financial empire, and informed them of our intent to sell our percentage of each property to whoever is interested. We have entertained several bids and accepted each bid as reasonable. Closings on the sale of the holdings had begun with the stipulation that all payments are made by certified funds directly into our corporate account at the time of each closing. No fucking credit or payments!

Rita had advised us on Christmas Eve that we would be expecting a new arrival somewhere around the end of July. Caroline was most interested in how big Rita's tummy was becoming as the summer progressed and she was a big help in getting the nursery ready again for the new youngun. Billy Joe was making tracks in every direction and had joined Caroline and I on our daily treks around the estate. Caroline was learning new words every day and could carry on a conversation just like an adult. Sometimes she made more sense than the grown ups I had conversations with.

Sandra's house was nearing completion. It of coarse had taken on much larger proportions than she had originally envisioned but hey, I never do anything in a small way. It had been constructed using the same concrete and steel method as the main house, veneered with river stone, and clay tile roof. Just under five thousand square feet, it had five bedrooms, with full baths, a family room, dining room and living room, three-car garage and a monster kitchen. It also had a cozy den and a small spa. 

The stable had been erected and a beautiful barn. These also built of concrete and stone with clay tile roofs. A rail fence separated the two buildings and surrounded the exercise ring and pasture. We had run 22,000 miles up on the big tractor-trailer rig, hauling the stone from Fernandina Beach.

Gerald and his crew spent all summer brushing out some of the woods to open up the yard. The tall pines dominated the property, but the entire north and south ends of the estate remained choked in Palmetto scrub. I love this place.

The war in Vietnam was raging. In May I received a letter from the Selective Service Administration informing me that the president required my services to help ensure national security. This sent us all into a tailspin. But I was eager to do my duty so on the appointed day, I reported to the induction center in Jacksonville. I went through all kinds of written tests, which proved I was smarter than I thought. When it came time for my physical examination, the good doctors took one look at the miserable condition of my feet and declared me unfit for military service due to FLAT FEET! One of those same doctors told me I was headed for a long painful time with my feet later in life and referred me to a foot man in Ormond Beach who has fitted me with special prescription shoes and I feel like a new man. It actually doesn't hurt to walk anymore. Life is good! 

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Camille taught Rita to drive this summer. And in early June she passed her driving test and received the first driver's license of her life. I was proud of her and asked her if I could buy her a car. She told me no, that if she wanted to go any place, she would have me, or one of the others, take her. For some strange reason, I still had the urge to buy a new car so Camille, Rita and I drove down to Daytona to look around. I took a suitcase full of cash along, just in case I found one I liked and wanted to pay for it.

We drove Camille's '62 Lincoln Town Car, which was state of the art, in those days, and only had 29,000 miles on it. I really liked the leather upholstery and power steering. We looked at the Lincolns, Fords, and Mercury's at one dealership and then drove out on US 1 to the GM garage. Rita spied a red Cadillac convertible sitting on the showroom floor. She was drawn to it. They also had a gorgeous black Fleetwood stretch limousine, a Deville, four-door and a two-door.

I added up on my fingers, Rita, Camille, Louise, Helen, Gerald, Marie, Sandra if she learned how to drive, and Susan just because she still wanted to fuck me so bad, even if Gerald had asked her to get married, and myself. Nine altogether.

I picked out a young salesman in a double-breasted, pin stripe suit, how gouache, and I decided to make his day. I collared him and walked him over to the limo and asked if we could sit inside so as not to be disturbed. Camille and Rita climbed in on either side of him and I sat on the long seat on one side. I explained my problem to him simply. I wanted to purchase nine vehicles, I wanted to pay cash and I wanted them today. Could he handle the sale?

His face became ashen at the prospect of a fleet sale, but I think he thought I was jerking his chain. I handed Camille the key to the Lincoln and asked her to retrieve the valise from the trunk and bring it back to me. Our little salesman produced a notebook from his breast pocket and was hastily jotting figures on a page in the book. From another pocket he fetched a sheet listing all the cars available in their inventory and asked about which models I would be interested in.

Camille returned and as she entered the back of the limo, she displayed a yard of bare brown leg and left the skirt pushed up on her hip as she retook her seat. The exposed expanse of skin did not go unnoticed, resting against the sales guy's leg. Camille handed me the case and settled back in her seat. Rita, even with her big pregnant belly, had scooted a bit closer to our man and I could see that he was a trifle nervous with the two mischievous vixens sending heat waves in his direction.

After a few calculations he nervously asked, "You did say cash?"

"Hard cold," I answered.

"And whose name would we put on the titles?" he asked.

"Virgil Ellis," I replied. 

"Well, Mr. Ellis, the window sticker price on the vehicles would come to, $326,334.55," he said. "Excluding Tax, Title, and Tag."

"Is this your best deal?" I asked.

"Certainly not," he answered, hurriedly. "I can sweeten the deal, a bunch, with some accessories and of coarse, on a deal this size, we have a little room to negotiate."

"Oh?" I asked.

" Let me speak to my sales manager for a minute and I'll see how far I can go," he hastened.

Rita's hand dropped into his lap and she searched for his meat. Camille was wiggling her ass closer to the guy and he was starting to sweat.

"Look, Chum," I said. "The girls are getting antsy here in the car, and you know exactly how far you can go on the deal so here's my offer. I have exactly three hundred and sixty thousand bucks in the suitcase. I want the nine cars we spoke of and everything General Motors has to hang on them, hung on them. Jesus, Rita, leave the man's dick alone until I get done fucking him out of these cars and then you two can do whatever you want with him."

Rita whined, "Can I have the red one?"

"You sure can, Honey," our salesman assured her and excused him self to get the paperwork rolling.

When he had exited the limo, we laughed our butts off. The girls both pulled their panties off and handed them to me. The skirts were hiked up even farther in preparation for the guy's return. The dark tinting of the windows made it virtually impossible to see into the back of the long car. I decided to wander around the lot and look at the cars I was buying and leave the girls to their own devices. Our salesman, James as he told me finally, hustled me into one of those little offices and I started signing a mountain of papers for the purchase of the Caddies.

My wrist was nearly broken after the ridiculous number of times I had to sign my name. Then a more distinguished looking gentleman, with a thin moustache, strolled into the room and introduced himself as the owner of the dealership and thanked me profusely for my business. I told him I was hopeful that we could do more in the future and he was most agreeable with the presumption.

James disappeared from the little office and Mr. whatever his name was, passed me on to the finance lady who he introduced to me as his wife, to finalize the deal and count the money. The cars would have to be serviced but I was assured that by the end of the day, they would be delivered to Islands Estates.

I stepped into another larger room with the woman who was supposed to count the cash. As we entered, she snapped the lock on the door and grinned at me. She was a pretty woman of about forty years with soft brown hair and dark flashing eyes. I expect she stood about five four and weighed in at a hundred and twenty-five. She also had a set of forty-twos on her that threatened to do damaged to the clothing that was feebly attempting to contain them.

"My husband asked me to count the money, and thank you properly, for your business, but I think you're an honest man," she said, standing full height and thrusting her gargantuan knockers in my direction.

"I am honest, the money count is accurate. Now you can show me your tits, which is obviously exactly what you want to do," I said, and sat down in the chair next to the table.

The straining blouse disappeared. The lacy brassiere had seven small hooks fastened between the bulging cups hiding her mammoth breasts. Leila, her name as advertised on her little nametag, unhooked her bra and displayed her tits to me. They were huge, but firm and sagged only slightly. Large pink areola surrounded tiny pink nipples. Tits this big needed big bulging nipples, I decided, but kept my thoughts to myself.

She advanced to straddle one of my legs and present her biggies for closer inspection. I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth and slid my hands up her legs, pushing her skirt ahead of them. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down as far as my leg would allow. I grabbed her free tittie with one hand and stuffed two fingers in her dry pussy, with the other. I was kind of shocked at first, because this was the first time in my life that I had encountered a dry hole.

I worked my fingers around in side of her loose cunt, but not a whole lot of lubrication happened. I felt her hands fumbling with my belt and pushed her back a little to allow her easier access. I pulled her panties the rest of the way off and stood to remove my pants and shoes. I tucked her drawers in my pocket and she grabbed for my big stick and swallowed it. I let her slobber on me for a while but I wanted to get in her pussy so I lifted her up and laid her back on the table. Her cunt was still really dry so I slathered her with my mouth to loosen her up a bit. She just kinda lay there like she wasn't feeling much. I spit a wad in my hand and swabbed it on my cock and slowly eased myself into her cunt. I went in without a lot of resistance because this babe was loose. I have a reasonably big tool but this woman had a canyon for a cunt. I fucked into her for almost twenty minutes before I dropped my load in her. She barely acknowledged the fact. She hadn't had an orgasm and for all I know, had been sleeping through the whole episode. What a let down. A woman with hooters like that should be a multi-buster. Not this one.

I pulled my britches on, collected my stack of papers, and left the woman lying on the table.

Rita was just climbing out of the back of the limo when I walked up. She smiled a wicked smile and said. "Camille will be with us in a minute. She's thanking Jimmy Boy for all his help."

Rita's cheeks were flushed and her hair was just a bit disheveled.

"You fuck him?" I asked her.

"I'm leaving that chore up to your sister. But my cunt is on fire from her mouth," Rita explained. "I did lick his little pecker for him, though. He almost lost it at first but he's hanging on nicely for Camille."

I opened the back door of the limo and just as Rita had suggested, our salesman buddy was energetically pounding his meat into Camille's upturned bottom. I couldn't tell if he had her in the rump or not but Camille was having a good time so I figured, what the hell! I gently closed the door and Rita and I walked over to her new convertible and I opened the door for her to sit in it.

She had the look of a child with a new toy on her face as she explored the fancy gadgets on the sparkling dashboard. She mashed the button and the canvas top swung up and over the car. I stood with my head stuck in through the window and noticed a quick bulge on her fat tummy as the baby kicked her. She grunted and put her hand on the spot,

"Little suckers got some power," she said and we both giggled.

I felt a hand reach between my legs and squeeze my balls from behind. I jerked my head up and out of the car window, banging it on the steel rail on the convertible top. Camille stood there with a shit-eating grin, trying not to crack up. Rita was also stifling a snicker as I stood rubbing the growing knot on my skull.

"I thought we were all friends here," I said.

Camille stepped up real close and reached for my dick again.

"I'm sorry, Cool. I just couldn't resist the temptation," she giggled.

I helped Rita from the car and we walked back to Camille's Lincoln. Driving home, I told the girls about my experience with 'Ms. Canyon Cunt'. They both offered their condolences on my 'Bum-Fuck" and wished me well in the future. I felt so loved.

The cars were all delivered as promised and I took movies of everyone picking which one they wanted and we had a grand time trying to decide where in blazes we were going to park all the cars. I bought the limo for myself, and the red convertible for Rita. Camille was partial to a green Sedan DeVille; Louise picked a powder blue Fleetwood. Sandra stood seductively leaning on the fender of a pink Coupe DeVille. I flipped Gerald the keys to a burgundy Coupe, and Susan the keys for a black Fleetwood. Helen fell in love with a white convertible and that left the dark blue convertible for Marie. Pop would be proud of me for spending so much money all in one day.

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June gave way to the muggy heat of July and Rita remained extremely uncomfortable. She swore this would be her last baby and we agreed that she would have her tubes tied after she delivered.

When the blessed day arrived, Louise and Sandra made Rita as comfortable as possible. The good doctor was summoned, on the twenty-third, when the contractions were coming five minutes apart and we all waited eagerly until well after midnight before she gave birth to an eight-pound plus baby girl. Being a good Southern Redneck boy, I had given lengthily consideration to what her name should be. Given that our son was named William Joseph, it was only fitting we should call the girl Roberta Suzanne. You guessed it, BOBBY SUE!

Now I had some serious opposition to my selection of the name for the girl, even the threat of prolonged abstinence from Camille and Louise, but I stuck to my guns and that's the kid's name. She had a whole mess of deep copper colored hair, just like her mama, and emerald green eyes. I guess Rita's Irish ancestry has shown its beautiful face. Little Billy Joe found the new bundle of joy to be an annoyance, but Caroline, now almost three and a half and nearly an adult was fascinated. She stayed close at hand much of the time so she could watch Rita nurse the baby and help change diapers. Billy and I spent more time in the yard, exploring.

On one of our expeditions out along the woods, Caroline stayed behind to help watch Louise and Rita give Bobby Sue a bath, Billy Joe and I encountered an armadillo waltzing across the mown grass over by a big azalea thicket. We crouched down on the grass and watched the prehistoric looking critter forage along the roots of the bushes for a meal. Billy held his finger up to his lips to make sure I was very quiet so as not to scare Mr. Armadillo off. This adventure lasted for a half hour before our woodland friend disappeared back into the scrub.

There had been wild pigs on the property but Gerald had captured them and put them outside the wall because they caused great damage to his lawns and those lawns and flowerbeds were his pride and joy. But all manner of bird and small creature abounded in the estate and we were never disappointed, on our frequent hikes, by lack of interesting sights.

We regularly witnessed the passing of dolphins up and down the river in front of the piers and the kids were always excited when they would breach and blow, just like Moby Dick in the movie. Fishing from the piers was a favorite pastime of the youngsters. Caroline would sit motionless, waiting for the fish to take the shrimp and after the hook was set, she would jump up and down with glee while I reeled in the wiggling fish. The children were a joy for us all.

One afternoon, I was walking the kids down by the now completed stable. Sandra walked up from her house to meet us and we stood talking by the rail fence while the kids explored the barn and stable.

"It's time to think about horses," I said to Sandra. "What kinds of horses are good? I don't know a thing about horses."

"Well, quarter horses are the ones cowboys ride," Sandra began. "Then there's Arabians, they're bigger and just gorgeous, and Appaloosas, Palominos, Paints, lots of different kinds. My daddy had Morgans on his farm. They are workhorses, very large and powerful. I guess it doesn't really matter, if we're just going ride them."

I was most intrigued with her knowledge of the different breeds.

"I have a book," she continued, "with pictures showing what all the various breeds look like and a little bit about them. We could walk down to the house and you could look, if you like."

"Let's walk the kids back to the house and drive back down to your place," I said.

She nodded her agreement and we started back to the big house. The walk was about a half mile and Sandra held on to my arm most of the way. Her hair had grown longer in the past two years and she wore it straight or in a ponytail. The sunlight reflected off it as we walked. She had given up the floozy makeup and too small clothes and was always dressed in western style shirts and either jeans or fluffy skirts, with frilly petticoats. I told Rita she reminded me of Dale Evens, Roy Roger's wife from television.

Sandra and I would get together now and then and do the bump and grind. Her appetite for sex was not as strong as the other, younger women in the family. But when we happened to find ourselves together alone, we would give in to our urges and let nature take its course.

On this particular evening, as we rode back around to her new house by the river, I looked over at her and saw her smiling and staring at me. She turned away, embarrassed at being caught staring, and blushed. We rode the rest of the way in silence, my cock hardening in my pants. Sandra was even better looking than her daughter.

We climbed out of the car, her frilly skirt swirling around her thighs as she walked. The top of her dress was worn down over the shoulder and she had a lot of skin exposed above her soft breasts. We entered her domain and I looked around at the primarily western style in which she had decorated. Very tasteful and comfortable. A big stone fireplace dominated the great room and overstuffed leather furniture was scattered all over the place.




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Several thick books lay on the rough-hewn coffee table. Sandra situated herself on the sofa near the table and picked up one of the colorful volumes. I sat next to her and for the next hour she explained in detail about each of the horses depicted in the book. I was amazed at her extensive knowledge of horses. It became obvious that she was very interested in my idea to have horses here. We finally concluded that we would seek a source to buy a couple of quarter horses.

Sandra had also done her homework in this respect too. It seems that the area around Ocala, Florida is prime country for quarter horses and she had researched the names of several farms that had horses for sale. We decided to drive over to Ocala the next day and look around. I was really getting into this idea of spending some more of Pops money.

Sandra asked if I wanted a drink and when I said Scotch, she produced a bottle of House of Lords and a nice crystal glass. A half dozen ice cubes wallowed in the amber liquid making it just the way I liked it. Sandra was trying to do everything right.

I leaned back into the soft leather cushions of the sofa and listened as Sandra rattled on about her folks and living on the farm. Her little girl voice was infectious.

She suddenly stopped and asked me, "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Of course I do." I said.

"Am I sexy," she asked, coyly.

"You're very sexy," I said, gathering her into my arms and nuzzling her neck.

"You're gonna make me horny," she giggled.

"I hope so," I said, and gently biting her on the ear.

My hands came up and I pulled her top down exposing her braless titties, which stood out proud on her chest. I caressed them with first my hands and then my mouth. Sandra made little mewling noises when I nibbled her nipples with my teeth. She pushed me back on the sofa, stood and pulled her dress off. Her panties came next, leaving her naked. She'd let the coal black hair on her pussy grow full and thick. Her pretty pink pussy lips made a bright slash in her black bush. 

"You are very sexy," I said, reaching out and running a finger along her feathery cleft.

Sandra grinned and reached to pull my shirt off over my head. Then she dropped to her knees and fumbled with my belt buckle. I scooted forward on the seat and helped her get my pants open. I raised my butt so she could pull them down leaving me as naked as she was. She pushed her way between my knees, took my stiff pecker in her hands and carefully explored my privates.

Her fingers wandered all over me, turning my dick this way and that, all the while looking at it and taking in every detail. She lifted my ball sack and touched it with her fingers and then she lightly ran her fingertip across my ass hole. I was almost laying down on the sofa with my butt hanging over the edge. Sandra had complete access to my sex.

"You are very sexy too," she whispered, her tongue flicked out and touched the bottom of my balls.

It felt like an electric shock almost. Her lizard tongue darted in and out tapping me here and there as she moved me around with her hands. She became more aggressive after a short while and her tongue became more insistent, She licked my balls, the area under them, and my puckered little butt hole for a long time. My cock was lying like a steel spike on my belly waiting for her hot tongue to find it. She finally made the journey over my balls and drug her tongue along the entire length of me stopping just below the shiny purple, blood engorged helmet.

A thick stream of pre-cum was oozing from my slit and pooling on my hairy belly. She discovered this and lifted my member aside and pursing her lips as if to kiss me, sucked the milky discharge into her mouth. Her fingers encircled the base of me and she drew her hand firmly up my length, squeezing another quantity of lubricant from my slit. Her mouth carefully vacuumed this off the tip. Her hand slowly pumped up and down my rod, driving me very close to complete insanity. Sandra's hands felt exactly the same as her daughters, when she played with my dick. Like mother, like daughter. They both knew how to give and enormous amount of pleasure with their hands.

I wanted to deposit a load of jizz somewhere, soon. I didn't care where at this point. I was desperate to cum. Sandra must have sensed this, because I heard her whisper just before her mouth closed over the head of my straining pecker, "Okay, Cowboy, give mama your love potion."

Her mouth descended about half way down to meet her hand half way up. She repeated this no more than four or five times and I was grunting, attempting to blow her head totally off. I fired round after round of liquid bullets into her throat. She stayed firmly attached until every molecule of sperm had been ingested into her belly. She never spilled a drop. My cock and balls were smeared with her bright pink lip-gloss.

She rested her head on my cock while I caught my breath. The tip of her tongue moved lazily along the underside of me, keeping me in a semi-erect state. I didn't completely lose my hardness. 

"My daughter is a very fortunate girl," Sandra said.

"Oh. I think I'm the fortunate one," I said, stroking her silky black hair with my hand.

Sandra stood up, pulling me up by the hand and leading me down the hall to her bedroom. She tossed the covers back off the bed and motioned for me to lie down. I turned her around and made her lie flat on her back. I pushed her legs apart and lay with my face in front of her wooly patch. I parted her lips with my finger and toyed with her. I breathed my warm breath into her open hole and explored her with my tongue and fingers. Sandra trembled each time I made contact with her clit. I let a finger bury itself in her wet hole and then I pulled it out and slipped it slowly in her rosebud. The sensations she was experiencing made her body vibrate.

I had regained full operating hardness and as I was attempting to move into position over her, she pushed me back.

"On your back, Cowboy," she commanded. "Mama's going to ride the horse tonight."

She straddled me, lowered her pretty pussy down over my excited pecker and whinnied like a pony during her descent. She felt marvelous on top of me. Her warm sheath encased my entire length. She just sat up there looking into my eyes, smiling that little girl smile. Then she moved just a fraction of an inch. I felt her squeeze me very gently, and then release. She had control of her inner muscles.

I flexed my cock inside her. I watched her eyes widen as I expanded and then relaxed. Her breath hissed from her nostrils. Her hands were resting on her thighs, and my hands were flat on the bed on either side of me. Our only contact was our sexual coupling and her butt on my legs. She drew her inner muscles together and released again. I flexed and relaxed. Again and again we traded the movements. After what seemed like an eternity, I flexed up into her and she drew up tight and convulsed hard. With a long low moan, her climax washed over her. She remained tightly clenched around me but she humped against me a half dozen times, forcing my cock deeper into her as she soared through her sexual release.

Sandra sat with her head slumped forward, her chin resting on her chest, her hair cascaded around her face. Her breathing was returning to normal. I started to slowly push up into her and then relax. She reacted by rising up slightly as I backed down. Our movements intensified and soon her hands found their way to my shoulders. She supported her weight on her hands and pushed up higher on her knees so I could increase the length of my movements. I drove hard up into her, lifting her up off the bed with each successive lunge. I felt her clasp around me again, as she tensed and experienced another shuddering orgasm. Her increased pressure pushed me over the edge and I sent stream after stream of thick cum flooding her gripping pussy.

Sandra rested on top of me until our heart rate returned to normal.

"You are a very sexy lady," I whispered in her ear.

Sandra sighed and stirred. I could feel her warmth against me. She tensed her inner muscles yet another time and my soft pecker squirted out of her hot pussy, followed by a big glop of fuck juice. I felt it flow down between the cheeks of my butt onto the bed.

She stirred and rolled off. I felt her leave the bed and return with a warm cloth and a towel. She wiped me clean and dried me. I sat up and searched for my clothes. I remembered that we had started in the living room so I went there in search of my britches. My drink was still sitting on the coffee table. The Ice had completely melted, but I drank it anyhow. Scotch as good as House of Lords was too good to waste for any reason.

Sandra joined me, still quite naked. I gave her a big hug and a pat on the butt, thanked her for the good time and told her I'd give her a ring in the morning alerting her to our departure time for Ocala. My mother was a classic. 

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I drove back up to the house, to discover Marie's Buick parked outside the studio door. The trunk lid was up and all the doors open. It was packed with her music equipment.

I opened the door and there she stood, her hands on her hips, looking radiant as always. She was frowning at me.

"'Sup?" I asked.

"You just gonna stand there or are you gonna show me how glad you are to see me?" she whined.

I walked over to her, put my arms around her and dipped her back over my leg and covered her mouth with mine, inserting my tongue full depth into her mouth. As we stood back up she says, "You smell like pussy!"

"Guilty. I was just making sure my mama was all right," I said. "You know how it is."

"Boy do I ever," she said. "You save a little for me?"

"More than you could ever handle," I answered.

She chuckled and pointed to the door. "Help me unload, Romeo."

We carried her keyboards and synthesizers in and she quickly set them up in their customary places in the studio.

"You planning on being home for a while?" I questioned.

"I think I've enjoyed as much road experience as I can stand in my lifetime," she said.

"Oh?" I questioned.

"The headliner gets all the press, most of the money, and wants every bodies pussy. The promoters get even more money than the headliner gets, and they all want your pussy too," she explained. "The guys in the band figure because I'm I woman, I should fuck them all, regularly. Which I don't mind but after a while you get a reputation as a crew slut and I'm too old for that shit. And besides, I miss my favorite guitar player."

"Makes sense to me," I said. "How's the song writing going?"

She produced a thick folder on papers and held them out to me. "We just need to put them on tracks and we'll have twenty-three more."

"Cool," I said leafing through the stack of lyrics, thinking to myself that I really needed to get back to my music.

"I got you something, when we were in Texas," Marie said.

She pulled a battered old guitar case from the trunk of the Buick. "See what you think of this," she said.

I opened a the case and there inside was an ancient Martin, K-28 Dreadnaught. This guitar had not been manufactured since the forty's and it was in splendid condition. I picked it out of the case and played a few chords. It held nearly perfect tune and sounded wonderful. This old relic was the Stradivarius of guitars and will be a super addition to my growing collection of old instruments.

I kissed her and thanked her for the gift. The door to the studio burst open and in bounded Caroline. "Anteeee Reee!" she cried, as she rushed into Marie's outstretched arms.

"Oh, Caroline," Marie wailed. "Aunty Marie has missed you so much!"

Camille followed Caroline into the room and hugged Marie warmly. Their lips met in a steamy kiss. Marie produced a big brown teddy bear from her car and Caroline was enthralled. I fetched us each a brew from the fridge and we toasted the return of our friend. I had missed her.

"I have a little something for you, Sexy," I told Marie.

"Oh?" she asked.

I did the finger wiggle thing and she followed me out past her Buick, with Caroline clinging to her finger as we walked. I reached in my pocket and produced the keys to the Cadillac I had bought for her and I handed them to her as she noticed the midnight blue convertible sitting where I usually parked the old Crown Victoria.

She stared at the car, then at Camille and then me. "For me?" she squeaked.

"For you," I answered, as she opened the door and she and Caroline sat on the soft leather seat.

"Oh, Cool, you're just too much," she said, admiring the car.

I was hungry so I invited everybody upstairs to see what kind of trouble we could get into in the kitchen.

Rita was just sitting a huge platter of Louise's fried chicken on the kitchen table as we entered the room. Along with mashed potatoes, gravy, creamed peas, and home made biscuits. I could smell the apple pies baking in the big oven. I was in hog heaven, it don't get no better'n this, Cousin.

"Louise, you are a doll," I declared, bellying up to the table.

"We figured you'd be ravenous after you got done diddling with the mother," Louise howled.

Everybody giggled with her. Caroline tugged at her skirt and asked, "What's diddling, Mama Lou?"

Camille picked her up and placed her in her high chair and said, "It's a game grown ups play, sometimes, Darlin'."

"Careful what you say, Mama," Camille scolded. "Little ears in the house."

"Remind me to wash my mouth out with Octagon Soap after dinner," Louise said, sheepishly.

Rita held Bobby Sue and I helped feed mashed up peas and spuds to Billy Joe. Caroline did just fine by her self; after all she was almost an adult now.

After dinner, we all went downstairs where Marie and I played music for the kids. The sandman came early for the kiddies and the rest of us called it an early night as well. Tomorrow, Sandra and I were going horse hunting.

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The next morning, I was up early and spoke with Gerald about a good place to buy a horse trailer. He gave me the address of a place right on our way to Ocala so Sandra and I climbed up in the big diesel truck and struck out on our journey. We scored big on our trailer search and found one big enough to carry six horses and a large quantity of hay. The dealer helped with the lights and fortunately, it was rigged with air brakes. We continued west to Ocala and we soon found ourselves pulling to our first farm.

Sandra was like a kid in a candy store. She seemed to have a good eye for the ponies and she picked out two mares and a stallion. The farmer gave us directions to another place that had similar horses and we drove there. Sandra again picked two mares and a stud. I paid the man and we loaded the horses in the trailer with the others. I also made a deal for some hay and was assisted with the loading.

We left the farm shortly after two in the afternoon. It would take us about two hours to drive the distance back so we decided to stop for some lunch on the way. We found a small café on route #40, just before Astor, Florida and I pulled the truck off the road and parked where I could see the trailer from the front of the café. Sandra wanted to wash up so I found us a booth and she went out the back door of the small building to the ladies room to do her thing. She was gone quite a long time. I was a little concerned so I walked out the back door and looked around for the ladies room door. I found it and knocked but got no response.

I heard a thump on the wall and a muffled scream. I charged out the door and pushed on the door of the men's room, which was next to the ladies'. It was locked. I heard another loud thump and a sharp smack and a groan from a female. I shouldered the door open and lunged into the room. Sandra was slumped on the floor under the wash sink and a hairy; biker looking freak was standing over the fallen woman.

He was filthy and I could smell him from the door. He whirled upon my entrance, and stood staring at me through narrow squinting eyes. I glanced down at Sandra and saw that her shirt had been torn open and her bra pushed up exposing her titties. The man had attempted to pull her jeans off, but I must have interrupted him before he succeeded. His fly was unzipped and his long pecker dangled outside of his pants. His fists were balled and he snarled through tightly clenched yellow teeth.

He took a step in my direction and reached his hands out to grab me. At six-three and 215 pounds, I made a good target but I was much quicker than my chunky adversary. I sidestepped his lunge and rapped him on the ear with a hard jab as he stumbled past. He chirped and both of his hands went to his ear, which had split from my punch. Seeing the blood on his hand, he was enraged and spun to make another grab at me. This time I wasn't quite as quick to react and he snagged a handful of my shirtsleeve. I could see his big ham hock coming around from the left so I ducked to avoid a headshot.

His fat fist glanced off the top of my skull as I ducked. Looking down, I saw two things at the same time, his foot on the floor, and his long pink dick swinging in the breeze. I picked up my foot and jammed a heel down with all my weight on the bridge of his boot-covered foot, and I grabbed his exposed dick and gave it a jerk. Bozo tried to do two things at once. First, he tried to stand straight up due to the pain in his foot and then he tried to jump back to get his dick loose.

Bad move on his part because, as he came up, I was heading down with his doo-dad. This aggravated his situation immensely. His knee above the stomped-on foot buckled and he started down. He released his grip on my sleeve and reached both hands for his dick, I gave him a quick jerk up as he started down and released my hold on his nasty cock. As he crumbled to the floor at my feet, I buried a fist as deep into his kidney as my strength could muster. He exhausted all of his air out at once and lay curled around himself on the floor. Blood poured from his ear.

Sandra had regained her feet and looked at the fallen man. She was pissed! With her boobs still uncovered, she closed the distance from where she stood and the horizontal Bozo, and laid the pointed toe of her cowboy boot hard into his ribs. Twice! She was cussing like a sailor and ready to trample the shit out of him. I pulled her away just before the toe of her boot skinned his noggin and dragged her out the door.

"Jesus, Sandy, give it a rest. He's out cold," I yelled at her.

The cook from the café burst out the back door, brandishing an axe handle, and asked what the commotion was all about. I told him about Sandra's assailant, and pointed in the direction of the men's room. He stuck his head in the door and looked back at us.

"Is he dead?" he asked.

"Naw, but he's going to have a major headache in the morning," I said.

"Your food is ready," the cook said. "Let me find a shirt for the lady."

He handed Sandra a white chef's coat to cover up with. We went in and sat at our table and waited for our meal to be served. Our food had just been set on the table when a Lake County Sheriff's car roared into the lot, sending gravel flying in all directions. The deputy careened through the door and was met by the man from the kitchen. He followed the cook out the back door to view the remains of my handiwork. A few minutes later, he pulled the man around the side of the building and roughly inserted him in the back of the patrol car. Bozo's dick was still swinging in the breeze, but he held it firmly with one hand as his other hand protected his ear.

Deputy Dawg hitched up his holster belt under his fat gut and swaggered into the café and asked us if we wanted to make a statement. Sandra looked at me and I told the deputy about what had happened. The cook told the deputy that he needed to keep the redneck trash from down by the lake out of his place. He was tired of his customers being harassed and thanked me for kicking his ass. He told us the meal was on the house and returned to his kitchen.




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When the deputy asked Sandra if she wanted to press charges, she told him he should keep the freak on a leash, but no. He shrugged and as he was turning away she said, "Tell Sicko out there, he's lucky he's still a rooster. He almost got turned into a hen back there."

We heard the cook laugh at Sandra's remark. The deputy left with the injured biker. We finished our meal and thanked the guy in back for the lunch. He apologized for the trouble. Sandra shook off his coat and handed it back to him, thanking him for the loan. She turned and marched out of the café with her bra covered titties poked way out front, her torn shirt hanging off her shoulder.

We climbed back up in the truck cab and finished our journey back to Islands Estates.

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Everybody rushed out to see the arrival of the newest residents to Islands Estates. We unloaded the horses one by one and walked them into the corral between the barn and stable. Each animal was more beautiful than the last. The horses pranced around the limited area within the tall rail fence, snorting and whinnying and bobbing their heads. Caroline was so excited she nearly wet her britches and Billy Joe's eyes were enormous. Louise and Camille kept a safe distance, but Rita was up on the second rail of the fence paying close attention to the action and watching to make sure the kids were at a safe distance.

When Sandra related the events of our lunch, the others gathered around to be reassured that we were all right. I had a knot on the top of my head but that was partly due to the fact that Bozo had grazed me on the same spot that I had whacked on the car door. Rita felt of my head and said I was lucky. I agreed with my wife, I could have taken a whipping if I hadn't been quick.

The girls all erupted in a gaggle of laughter as Sandra was jerking her hands back and forth, demonstrating how I had slung the big guy around by his tally-whacker. Rita was leaning against the fence holding her sides as her mother made a big deal out of the way I dispatched her attacker.

"I was just using all the available options I had," I said.

A huge bruise was forming on the underside of Sandra's breast. I walked over to her, lifted the cup of her bra up exposing the rest of her soft melon. An angry set of finger marks had appeared where Bozo had mauled her. I instructed Louise to carry Sandra to the emergency room at Flagler Hospital in St. Augustine and have her checked over. Rita headed for the big house to get her car and Louise went with Sandra to her house to change her shirt. Camille took the kids back to the house and Gerald and I busied our selves with the horses.

We spread hay in the stalls and poured oats in the feeders and made sure that the water fillers were working properly. We had a big trough out in the big corral and automatic fillers in the stalls. The corral could be gated several different ways to keep the mares away from the studs and eliminate the problems of horsy jealousy.

I'd have to buy some saddles and bridles and all the other stuff, but all that would come soon. Gerald ordered feed for delivery tomorrow. I was excited about having the horses but really irked at the circumstances of our trip back form Ocala.

The folks at the hospital gave Sandra a clean bill of health. Upon her return home, we had a big meal of rib eye's and baked potatoes. Camille wanted Sandra to stay up at the big house over night, but Sandra insisted she would be fine in her own bed. I promised myself that if I ever came across Bozo again, I would give him a lasting memento of my admiration for what he had done to Sandra. Gerald allowed he would give me a hand if the occasion ever presented itself. I was growing very fond of my friendship with Gerald. I decided another house at the opposite end of the estate was in order. I called my contractor buddy the next day and made the arrangements. Gerald was excited.



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Time passed quickly and the kids grew like weeds. Our development continued to grow. We liquidated all of the real estate holdings except Islands Estates and Palm Coast. 

Marie stayed on at Islands Estates and started to teach Caroline to read and write. She applied for permission to school the children at home and soon Caroline was writing her own name and reading simple words. We were so proud of her. Marie agreed to continue schooling the children until they were ready for high school.

We built Gerald and Susan a beautiful home on the southwest corner of the estate. There were now four houses, the boathouse with apartment above, mower shed with apartment above, the stable and barn within the two square miles inside the stone fence.

Helen and Camille had taken complete control of the development, leaving me free to pursue whatever fantasies entered my head. 

It was in the summer of 1972 that Louise was diagnosed with stomach cancer and in December, she passed away. We were in a state of mourning for a long time. It seemed like part of me died with her. I missed her.

In the spring of 1973, Lisa Holiday and I flew south to see dad and Jan. When I saw him, for the first time in a year, I almost collapsed. He was over eighty now and in failing health. Janice was totally at a loss to help him. His prostate was shot and all he wanted to do was sit and stare out at the ocean. He begged me to take him out on his boat one last time before he died and that nearly killed me.

We loaded a weeks worth of food and some beer and booze on the boat and when he told Janice and Lisa to stay behind I had a real bad feeling. We cruised south along the keys, curving west around Key West, and out to the Dry Tortugas. Dad stayed sick most of the time but refused to allow me to turn back until we saw the old fort at Fort Jefferson.

We anchored out, just on the west side of the island and took some tape with the video camera. Dad was camera shy but I kept aiming the camera at him and had lots of tape. On Sunday, five days after we had sailed, we were in need of provisions so I motored back into Key West. Dad was very ill at this point and I didn't want to take him back out on the boat. But he could be the most butt-headed person in the world sometimes and after a lengthily argument, I condescended to sail again, but we were headed for Biscayne Bay, with no diversions. He died on board at eight thirty that evening, drunk as a shithouse rat after drinking a pint of Jagermeister. If he hadn't died on me, I think I might have killed him myself.

I radioed the Coast Guard and they sent a cutter to intercept us. Dad was pronounced dead at the scene and we were sent on to Biscayne Bay after the authorities had been notified. I talked to Lisa by radiophone and had her call Dianne and Camille. I was getting pretty tired of my people dropping dead around me, even if they were old. 

Jan and Lisa met us at the marina, along with the Dade county medical examiner and the cops. Dad was transferred to the morgue. Lisa informed me that she was on her way to New York to fetch Dianne and bring her back to Islands Estates.

I stayed on in Miami to make the arrangements to have the old man sent up to the mortuary in Flagler Beach. Arriving back at dad's house, Janice was terribly sad and I didn't know what to do to comfort her. We ate a great Spanish dinner she had prepared and afterwards as we sat out on the balcony, she wept. I held her in my arms for a long time after the moon made it's way up out of the water and suspended itself over our heads in the sky.

"Papita," she said, "the old bull is dead. I will miss the old bastard. He was good to me and his memory will always be strong."

"All of us will miss him," I said. "He was one of a kind."

"Oh, no," she quipped, "you are just like him in many respects. Only lazy!"

"Thanks," I whined. "But I'm not lazy. I simply delegate the work to others."

"Shit!" she whispered.

"What are you going to do, now?" I asked.

"I don't know," she answered. "This house is so big. I really don't want to be alone."

"Then you'll come back to Islands Estates," I said. "And live with us."

She hugged me tightly and said nothing. It was late and we were tired so we went to bed.

I heard her footsteps as she entered my room. She couldn't sleep either. She crawled into bed with me trying not to wake me. I gathered her close to me and our lips came together. I was hard as marble and she just rolled on top of me and pushed her wet sheath down over me. We rocked gently for a long time until we exploded together. Neither of us spoke a single word. We just used each other to make it better. Then we slept.

The morning sun invaded our world as it seeped over the eastern edge of the Atlantic. It's piercing rays snuck in around the heavy draperies and made vertical lines on the wall next to the bed. I had an enormous hard on which required a trip to the potty but as I tried to rise from the bed, a Spanish hand wrapped itself around my throbbing dick and Jan's voice broke the silence.

"This one's mine," she said softly.

"Not until I piss," I complained.

"Do you remember what I told you so many years ago, Little Bull?" she asked.

My brain was floating so I couldn't remember what she was referring to. "No, what?" I asked.

"I told you I would always be your piss whore," she whispered. "The Old Bull took care of that for me for many years. Lately he has had no desire. But now, Papita, I need for you to make me know I'm yours," she said, still holding my cock firmly clenched in her hand.

She pulled me to the side of the bed and she moved off the bed onto the floor. I followed her. She knelt on the tile next to the bed and I stood over her. Her hand still held me. I relaxed and released a thin trickle of warm urine. Janice directed the stream onto her soft titties and moved my cock back and forth across her rock hard nipples. My flow increased into a torrent of yellow liquid, which she directed over her face and hair until she was drenched. My prick stayed hard as steel after I had finished pissing. Jan's lips covered me and she sucked me deep into her hungry mouth. She twisted her face on me sending vibrations all the way to my toes.

As I reached my release, she pulled me out of her mouth and jerked me with her hand. I sent a wash of thick milky cum splattering on her piss soaked face and tits. Jan looked up at me smiling. She was covered with my discharges from the top of her head to her knees and toes where she knelt in a pool of piss on the tile.

"Now," she said, brightly, "a shower and some food to make you strong."

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We closed the house and made arrangements for a caretaker. We loaded Janice's clothes and as much of her personal stuff as we could carry on the boat and after topping off the tanks, made way for Islands Estates up the outside where we could cruise on plane. 

At just before seven in the morning, we cruised out of Biscayne Bay and turned north. The twin four hundred horsepower Perkins diesels would push the fifty-two foot boat along at about thirty-two knots, or just over twenty-five miles per hour. The tanks had a four hundred mile range at that speed so we had fuel enough to make it home in about ten hours, weather permitting. The sky's were clear, the seas at about two and a half feet. I plotted our course on the Loran and throttled the big cruiser up, and out of the water. The big engines gave off a deep snarl as they pushed the hull up onto the surface and smoothed into a steady drone as the resistance of the boat diminished with speed. I notified the Coast Guard of our presence on the coast and switched the autopilot over to the Loran.

This boat had a fly bridge, which is a covered area on top of the main cabin, from which the captain of the vessel could control the boat. It contained a duplicate set on instruments and controls the same as in the pilothouse. Primarily used when fishing, the fly bridge was a great place to sit when you are cruising just off shore, so you can see farther. I climbed the ladder up top and armed with a pair of binoculars, I spent the next two hours scanning the beach and looking at other boats as we made our way north.

Jan came out on deck in a very brief bikini and joined me on the bridge. I marveled again at the brilliance of the colors of her dragon tattoo. At sixty-four years old, her body was still tight. And her pussy was as good as any you'd ever want. Besides, I was a sucker for older women.

About six hours into our journey, we were cruising straight out from Merritt Island when a Coast Guard cutter swiftly approached and hailed us to come along side. We were informed that a rocket was scheduled to launch from Cape Kennedy in a few minutes and all watercraft were instructed to sail outside a twenty-five mile radius until after the launch. We floated around for about a half hour and finally, the thunderous roar of the rocket came across the water and we watched in awe as the Big Saturn V sailed into the heavens over our heads.

That out of the way, we throttled back up and continued on our way. Jan removed her top and went without for much of the afternoon. She brought sandwiches and iced tea to me and sat for a long time with the field glasses scanning the shore. Boredom over took me and I reached out and squeezed her plump nipple. This of course gave her a reason to attack me and before you knew it, her bikini bottom was on the deck, she was bent over the console and I was slamming my cock in her wet cunt from behind. I filled her to capacity and we laughed at the spontaneity of what we had just done. It was good for us both because it reminded us of the old man.

I made the turn into Ponce Inlet at three-thirty and we made our way up the Intra-Coastal Waterway to Islands Estates, arriving just after five-fifteen. All hands in residence ran down to the dock to welcome us home and there was much crying and wringing of hands over the passing of dad. Camille was devastated and Rita looked as though she had been crying for days. 

We had a small service and dad was laid to rest in the family plot on the estate where Grandma Nel, Grandpa Ben, Grace and Louise had been buried. I had a great granite headstone made and placed at their heads and we all pined for the old days when we had them around.

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But alas, time marches on. I spent a lot of time on the river in the smaller boat, often taking Billy and Bobby with me. Billy became a great explorer and we would walk on the beaches along both sides of the river looking for shells and other ancient things of interest. We bought us a metal detector and discovered a multitude of interesting junk after that. One particular item of interest was an ancient Spanish soldiers helmet, made of bronze. We also found some parts of old firearms and a dagger that had been carried by a pirate, as Billy decided. I was proud of the kid. He had become a regular student of the river. At seven he knew as much about the river and the water as I did when I was twenty.

Marie was doing a wonderful job of educating the children. Caroline was testing at two grade levels higher than her age group in public school and Billy was off the scale. Bobby was just getting started but at five she could write lots of words and read all the little books Marie gave her. She also had my number and we explored all over the big estate. All the kids could swim by age four and Rita spent a good deal of time with them in the pool. All three would become expert horsemen.

One day when Billy and I were tramping in the scrub across the river from the house and to the south, we came upon the ruins of an old building several yards back up off the water. We plundered around for a couple of weeks, uncovering the old stone foundation of a fairly large structure. It appeared to have been a large frame building on a coquina foundation. It measured some thirty by fifty feet. Remains of rough cut wooden beams were strewn along side the foundation and we found some rusted iron hinges and a huge door pull. Billy would sit in one place for hours sifting through the sand to find small shards of broken pottery and other bits of history.

Lisa's father had been a history buff and she put us in contact with a man in St. Augustine who came to our site and spent over a week with us trying to reconstruct an image of what the old ruins were. We never came to a final conclusion, but we figured it must have been a fisherman's house from back in the seventeen hundreds due to the age and style of the metal hardware present on the site. Beings it wasn't our property, we notified the state historical folks in Tallahassee, and they sent an archeological team out to investigate the find. Billy even got his picture in the paper but because the state got involved, they wouldn't let us go there any more. Billy has a low opinion of the state historical people. I tried to buy the land but I was rebuffed. So much for being a nice guy.

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In the fall of 1977, Caroline entered public school, at the age of 13 1/2, as a high school freshman. Age wise, she was more than a year younger than most of the others in her class. Scholastically, she was two or three years ahead of the rest. She grew bored with the classes quickly and we spoke with the school councilor about putting her in advanced classes. She was accelerated into higher math and science classes and settled in much better. History, grammar and language classes were more interesting so she stayed with the rest of the class.

When she turned sixteen, she asked Camille if she could go on birth control pills. Camille came to me with the revelation and asked my opinion. We had never shielded the kids from our overactive sexual activities, but neither had we included them in our escapades. I wasn't surprised at her request, because I had suspected she would become sexually active as soon as her hormones kicked in. This entire family has hyperactive sexual tendencies. I agreed and Camille carried Caroline to the doctor and got her all fixed up.

Billy Joe started his high schooling in the fall of 1980 and Bobby Sue in 1981. All the kids did well in school. They all graduated with honors and Camille, Rita and I were proud as punch with our brood.

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The summer of 1984 brought many changes to our household. We were all getting older and things had slowed down around the estate. Camille turned a substantial portion of the business over to hired people and spent much more time around the house. I liked that. 

Caroline had blossomed into a beautiful young woman. Tall and willowy, like her mother used to be, her hair was long and shiny and her breasts had filled out and stood like beacons on her chest. Camille envied Caroline's exquisite figure and commented on it frequently. I had witnessed the two of them lying naked out by the pool now and then and marveled at their similarity. Camille had matured and was now much softer than when she was younger, but she was still a most desirable woman.

One afternoon, I happened to be walking outside of the pool enclosure, just back in the woods on the south end of the house, when I heard a soft moaning from the direction of the pool. I stopped walking and looked in the direction from which the noise had come. I was standing just inside the edge of the trees, out of sight, about twenty-five feet from the screen. Camille was lying on her back on a chaise lounger, with her legs spread. She was naked and obviously in the throws of a hard orgasm. I watched as a face surrounded with dark hair rose from between her thighs, smiling, and looked straight into my eyes. Caroline's eyes widened as she made eye contact with me and her smile broadened.

She returned her mouth to her mother's pussy. I watched and listened as she gave pleasure with her tongue and fingers. Caroline evidently was no stranger to female love. I wondered if she had experimented with men yet. My cock was pulsing in my britches as I watched them by the pool.

For a long time I stood in the woods while they loved each other. First Caroline and then Camille would take the initiative while the other luxuriated in the chaise. Finally, they dove in the pool and I took my leave of the woods. I walked back around the house and entered the kitchen through the garage. Rita was sitting at the table, peeling an apple and noticed the bulge in my drawers when I entered.

"Nice package, Mister," she hummed, as I entered.

I looked down, dumbly and realized my condition. "Damn," I said.

"What's got you all stirred up?" she asked.

"I just stumbled across Camille and Caroline doing each other out by the pool," I answered.

"Ooooohhh yeah!" she replied. "Caroline's turned out to be quite a little pistol."

"Oh?" I asked.

"Get yourself a cold beer and let's talk a minute," Rita said.

I grabbed a beer for each of us and we sat out on the balcony.

"What you saw today," she began, "has been going on for while now. Camille and Caroline are close these days. I've enjoyed her pleasure's myself and she's explosive."

"Thanks for keeping me informed," I complained.

"Don't whine, Virgil. I think she's been with Billy too," she continued. "This house has always been a haven for debauchery and you know it."

"Yeah, but how come nobody sees fit to include me in the games?" I asked.

"Well, Cowboy, you know now," she said. "And here's another little news flash for you, she's dripping to get her hands on your big schlong. She's watched us on some of your video tapes and she's been watching us through the keyhole."

I felt guilty about what I was hearing, but my pecker was rock hard. Rita could see my discomfort and squeezed me through my pants.

"Jesus, Billy too?" I asked.

"Yes, Billy too, and Bobby Sue. The three of them have been experimenting for a couple of years," she soothed. "Billy's got himself a nice big dabber. Just like yours, only thicker when it's hard." 

"How would you know about his dick?" I asked.

Rita looked at me, grinning. "Guess," she said.

I knew, but I had to hear it, "You fucked him," I said. "Right?"

"Smart man," Rita said. "I figured it best he learn the facts of life at home rather than on the street."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but after the intensity of the sexual games that have been played in this house I guess that it was inevitable.

Camille stepped out on the balcony and handed us each another beer.

"Cool was in the woods when you and Caroline were out by the pool," Rita said.

"So, you saw us?" Camille asked.

"I did," I said. "Fascinating scene. It would seem our baby girl is growing up."

"You tell him everything, Rita?" Camille asked.

"Mostly," Rita replied, reaching for Camille's cigarette to take a drag.

"What did you leave out?" she asked. "The part about Billy Joe and Sandra."

It only made sense; Billy spent a lot of time with his grandmother.

"Billy and the girls have been active for a long time," Camille offered. "It's just recently that Rita and I were invited to play. Caroline and Bobby Sue both want to fuck their daddy real bad."

"So what's been keeping them?" I asked.

"You and Caroline are so close, I've been asking myself the same question," Rita said.

"I guess I haven't been picking up any signals," I said. "Maybe I'm getting old and slow."

"Or maybe she's waiting for you to take notice," Camille interjected. "She knows that you know about us, now. Maybe she'll give you a sign."

"Time will tell," I said. My cock was stiff as a post.

Rita's hand crept up under the leg of my shorts and she swirled her fingers over the dripping head.

"Let me know if anybody is coming, Cammy," Rita said. "Papa needs an extraction."

Camille chuckled as Rita unfastened the button on my pants and pulled the zipper down releasing my rigid pecker. She leaned over in her chair and engulfed me with her hot mouth and lowered her head until her lips were resting in the hairy patch around the base of my cock. Her fabulous hand accompanied her mouth on its way up and down my shaft. I sat with my eyes fixed on her mouth as it traveled over my length repeatedly until I emptied my churning balls deep in her throat. I'm blessed. Here I was sitting on the balcony off the kitchen, overlooking the river, with my sexy wife sucking my cock and my sister standing guard to make sure we weren't interrupted. How much better can life get?




Life At Islands Estates Ch. 22



I opened my eyes in time to see Billy walking up the walk from the boathouse. He had witnessed the whole scene and his smile told us he was amused. My naked cock was still lying out of my pants, but from his angle below us, I was sure he couldn't see it. Rita blushed and went into the house. To my knowledge, this was the first time any of my kids had caught us screwing around out in the open. Billy had taken over my old room downstairs, so he had all the privacy in the world to carry on with his sisters. And I had shown them all how to run the video equipment so I was fairly certain that some tape of them existed somewhere. I had never seen any of it but I suspected that they were just as horny and perverse as all the rest of us in the family. Boy, was I about to get an education.

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At twenty-two, Caroline was studying archeology at Jacksonville University. She took her classes leisurely, commuting to school three days a week and devoting the remainder of her time to research and exploration along the river. She also spent a good deal of time around the estate and we still took regular strolls around the place and often we would ride our horses for hours along the river.

A couple of days after I had spied on Camille and Caroline in the throws of passion, I was enjoying a Scotch in my study. Caroline passed the door on her way in from the pool, waving as she went by. A few minutes passed and she returned and entered the room, toting a beer for herself, and a refill for me. She was still clad in her very brief bikini, which covered about seven square inches of skin and left her all but naked.

She sat my glass on the table next to my arm and stood in front of me and took a swallow from her beer. She was an exact duplicate of her gorgeous mother, twenty-five years earlier.

"You look just like you mother did when she moved back from Atlanta," I said.

Caroline smiled and pirouetted in front of me. I got the signal. Sprong!

"You like what you see?" she asked demurely.

"Oh, yes. Very much," I answered. "You have your grandmothers eyes and smile."

"You miss her, don't you?" she asked.

"You have no idea, Pumpkin," I said softly. "My world revolved around her for so many years. She was the mother I never had. She taught me how to love a woman."

"You mean you and grandma were lovers?" she shrieked.

"I thought you knew," I stated.

"Not about that," she breathed. "Tell me about our family."

I was three in the afternoon. I closed the door on the study, which meant to all in residence that we were not to be disturbed. For the next four hours I told Caroline the story about the Ellis family. I left nothing out and I told her the truth about everyone who lived here over all the years. To say she was astonished would be a gross understatement. Her nipples stood out in her tiny bikini like shooter marbles. The pink triangle covering her pubic area had darkened as she had become increasingly wetter from my descriptions of some of the erotic adventures that had taken place in this house involving our family members.

She let me do all the talking. I told her that Rita and Camille had filled me in on their escapades and also her relationship with her brother and sister. She blushed when I told her how excited I had become when I watched her with her mother by the pool and how Rita had sucked me off afterwards on the balcony. I also told her that Billy had seen us.

"He told me," she said. "He said mama was there too, watching the two of you. He came to my room with a big stiffy and wanted me to blow him. I did, too. That's all we do is oral sex. He gets crazy with Sandra, but he's kind of laid back with me. I've never had an orgasm with him. Mama and Rita can get me off and I can get myself off with my fingers and toys, but I've never gotten off with Billy."

"How about with other guys?" I asked, my curiosity getting the best of me.

"There hasn't been anybody else," she whispered.

"Why not?" I inquired.

"Because I want the first time to be with someone special," she said, almost so softly I couldn't hear her words.

She was sitting very close to me and I could feel her trembling. I reached my hand out and touched her cheek with my fingers. Caroline's entire body sprung out with goose pimples as my finger came in to contact with her skin. Her eyes closed and her lips parted a fraction. I leaned forward and our lips met softly. Our only contact was our lips and her thigh against mine. The pressure of our lips increased and I felt her tongue search for mine. As they touched, Caroline melted into me. We clutched each other desperately and crushed ourselves together.

My hands found her ripe melons and I caressed her with a tenderness that I didn't know I possessed. Soon my mouth was covering her naked breasts and she was purring deep in her throat, just Like Louise used to do. I picked her up and carried her over to the fireplace where I tripped the lever opening the door into The War Room. I carried her across the room and laid her back on the king sized bed against the wall by the dressing room. Removing her scanty bikini bottom, I opened her legs and covered her virgin pussy with my mouth. I spent a lot of time licking and nibbling on her feathery outer lips and sliding my tongue deep into her melting pot. I tortured her erect love button until she finally cried out in ecstasy, giving herself over to her first male induced orgasm.

Caroline was in a state of complete sexual release. Her body had taken control of her mind and its sole mission was to achieve a sexual explosion.

"I want to taste you," she gasped, when her passion ebbed.

She pulled my pants off and lay next to me on the bed. She held herself up on one elbow as she bent her head over my granite spire. Her tongue lashed out and cleared the fluid from the blood-engorged head. Then she started to pay homage to my prick. Her mouth moved up and down the side, her tongue alive as she moved all around. She missed nothing from the tip of my cock to my puckered ass hole. Every inch received attention. Pre-cum oozed steadily from the tiny slit on the head and she smeared it all over me with her hot mouth. When she, at long last, closed her lips over the end and started her descent, I was about to cum. Her fingers closed around the base of my erection and she increased the pressure, prolonging my release.

Her head bobbed up and down each time taking more of me in. Suddenly, she plunged her head all the way down over my straining cock and rested her face tightly against my belly. I felt her throat muscles begin to massage me and her hand released its grip. I swear, it felt like the first time Louise had taken me down her throat. I gathered up the sheets with both fists and slammed up into her mouth, sending the whole of Lake Meade gushing down her gulping throat. 

What a rush!

Caroline sucked hard, draining me of every last vestige of cum. Her mouth stayed on me for what seemed like an eternity before she lifted her head up and pulled her mouth from me. She scooted up the bed and lay with her head nestled into my chest. Her legs were against mine and I could feel the dampness seeping from her womanhood onto my thigh. I was shot for a while. It took a lot longer to recover these days. But I didn't think either of us would be leaving this bed until Caroline had lost her virginity to me.

"Why'd we wait so long, Sugar?" I asked.

"I was afraid you'd say no," she whispered.

"I never said no to you in your whole life," I replied.

"I know, but I wanted it to be perfect. Just like this," she said.

Her hand slowly jacked my cock back to hardness. I rolled on top of her and eased myself into position over her. Her legs spread out and she wrapped them behind my back. I entered her wet cunt slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size. I felt her pulling me in with her legs so I let her run the show. Her pussy felt like a scalding velvet glove wrapping itself around me as I slowly slid down into her depths. Her hymen had been broken, presumably from the insertion of a dildo or some other toy.

I rested on top of her now, fully embedded in her tight young hole. I felt her flexing her inner muscles, coaxing me to start moving. And move I did, withdrawing all the way to the very tip and them re-entering her in a long smooth stroke. Again and again I repeated the ritual until we were mutually engaged in a steady rhythm.

"Oh, Daddy!" she cried, as a strong orgasm wrenched through her vibrant body. "Fuck me hard, Daddy!"

I pounded into her, causing her climaxes to repeat again and again, until I felt the stirrings in my balls that signaled that I was nearing the point of no return.

Caroline must have felt it too, because she breathed in my ear, "Cum in me, Daddy. Fill my pussy with your hot cock juice!"

I erupted inside of her within seconds of her request, filling her to overflowing with warm sticky goo. Oh how good she felt throwing her body against me, experiencing yet another monumental orgasm as we came together.

Again, all we could do was lay there in the dimly lit room, savoring each other.

How quickly lives change at Islands Estates.



Life At Islands Estates Ch. 23



Caroline lay in her bed in the dark. Her body was on fire after. The sensations she had experienced with her father and the lurid stories he had told her about her family whirled in her head like a tornado. Why had she waited so long to come on to him? How would he feel about her tomorrow after the way she had thrown her self at him? What would her mother say when she found out that they had fucked? These questions and a hundred more buzzed through her mind.

She heard the click of her door latch. She stared into the darkness and felt the pressure in the room change as the door opened and closed with another faint click.

"Are you awake Carrie?" a voice whispered.

"Ya. Who is it?" she answered.

"Bobby Sue. Can I come in and talk to you?" she asked.

"Sure, I'll turn on a light," Caroline whispered.

She reached for the lamp switch on the bed stand, illuminating the room. Bobby Sue, wearing a wispy baby-doll nightie, scampered across the room and crawled up on Caroline's king-sized bad. Caroline struck a match to a three-wicked candle and extinguished the bed lamp. Bobby Sue sat cross-legged on the bed and stared into Caroline's dark eyes.

"So?" she asked.

"So what?" Caroline answered.

"So, are you going to tell me why you and dad had the door to his study closed for almost a whole night, or what?" Bobby Sue asked, exasperation showing in her voice.

"Oh, that." Caroline said.

"C'mon, Carrie. Give it up," Bobby whined.

"Well, we talked a lot about our family. Things have been pretty weird around this house for a long time," she began, and proceeded to fill her younger sister in on some of the strange things she had been told that afternoon.

"Geez, Caroline, do you think we're as wild as they were?" Bobby Sue asked.

"It sounds like we're just like they are, to me." Caroline answered.

"You were in there with dad so long, I was worried that you'd done something wrong," Bobby Sue said. "Hey! You two didn't do anything I should know about, did you?"

Caroline was very quiet.

"You did, didn't you?" Bobby Sue gasped. "Did he fuck you? Tell me, Caroline."

"We made love," Caroline whispered.

"Get the fuck outta here! Not with dad!" Bobby Sue gasped.

"It was wonderful," Caroline said, as she recalled her recent tryst with their father.

"Is his cock as big as Billy's" Bobby asked.

"Not as thick, but a little longer. It felt wonderful when he was in all the way inside of me," Caroline said.

"Better than Billy?" Bobby asked, scooting closer to Caroline.

"I don't know, I've never fucked Billy," Caroline answered.

"Billy said y'all have," Bobby said.

"I've sucked him off a hundred times, but he's never got in my pussy," Caroline said with finality.

"Geez, Carrie, I let him do it almost every day. But he gets off so quick," Bobby Sue complained.

"Grandma says the same thing. He'll eat you out forever but it only takes him a couple of minutes to shoot off in you once he gets it in," Caroline confided. "Dad lasted until I got off about four or five times before he drenched me. Here, give me your hand, I'm still leaking."

She pulled Bobby Sue's hand down between her legs and let her feel the cum oozing out of her slit. Bobby Sue slipped her fingers between Caroline's still puffy labia and was rewarded with the thick wet flow she had been promised. She pushed Caroline back on the pillows and lowered her face between Caroline's legs and swept her long tongue along her older sister's sloppy crack. Bobby Sue's tongue on Caroline's still highly sensitized clit sent her over the edge into a pulsing orgasm, sending a gush of mixed man and woman cum oozing out onto her face.

Caroline clamped her legs around her sister's head and churned for more than a minute through her climax, leaving her breathless.

"God, Bobby, what are you trying to do to me?" Caroline asked, hoarsely.

"Just checking to see if you're telling the truth," she answered. "And from the taste of things, I'd say you have been royally fucked."

"Please don't tell mama or Rita," Caroline begged her sister.

"I won't tell if you promise to help me fuck him too. Deal?" Bonny Sue asked.

"Oh, I don't know about that," she said.

"You gotta help me, Carrie," Bobby Sue urged.

"All right. But you can't tell Billy either. He'll want to start sticking his boner in me just like he's doing to you," Caroline said.

"You could do worse," she said.

"I know. But I'm not ready to have Billy sniffing around me all the time. Maybe later, but not now," Caroline concluded.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" Bobby Sue asked.

Caroline kissed her softly on the lips and the two sisters drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

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I showered and went to the kitchen after I left Caroline. I had spent the entire afternoon and most of the evening with her and we had missed dinner. Janice was sitting on the balcony smoking a cigarette. I inquired about leftovers and she pointed me to the microwave and the plate in the fridge she had prepared for me in case of a hunger attack. The women in this household were way ahead of me. I am so lucky.

I was stuffing my face with ham and candied yams when I heard Jan ask, "Sowing some wild oats, Little Bull?"

"How come is it, that everybody knows what's going on in this house, except me?" I asked, in return.

"Because," Janice answered, "when you close that door, and you have a woman in there with you, we all know what will happen."

"Everybody knows even if I don't close the door," I complained.

"Poor baby. You're so abused," she chided.

I finished eating and went to our bedroom and found Camille reclining in the salon chair with Rita carefully applying bright red polish to her toenails. Both of them were naked.

Rita was the first to begin the interrogation, "So, Romeo, how was your afternoon?"

I should have stayed in the kitchen with Janice.

"Absolutely wonderful," I explained.

Camille chuckled and asked, "Care to share with us?"

"Y'all have your secrets. I don't get to have some of my own?" I answered with my own question.

"Not if you ever want to get any pussy in this house again," Rita chimed back in.

I knew I was being had, but what the heck. I'd suffered some of the most exhausting sexual experiences with these women that I just couldn't, for fear of being cut off, keep them in the dark.

"So, Caroline and I had a nice talk, a couple of beers, shared some of our favorite stories, and she learned a lot about her erotic ancestors," I said. "Why didn't either one of you see fit to tell me she was cherry?"

The two women looked at each other and back at me. "Who said she was cherry?" Camille asked.

"She did," I answered.

"Billy told us he had been with her," Rita said.

"She told me she's only sucked his dick and let him eat her out. He's never fucked her," I said.

"He's been fucking Bobby Sue for over a year," Camille said. "I've been with them. But he's like a jackrabbit the first time. The second time, he's good for a while."

"Caroline sucks dick just like you and your mama, Honey," I said to Camille.

"All the way down?" Rita asked.

"To the root. And then she moves her throat just as good as Louise did," I answered.

"She eats cunt just like her mother, too," Rita said.

"Why, thank you, Sugar," Camille cooed, sliding her toe up between Rita's legs and nuzzling her pussy. "Rita, Honey, you're absolutely drenched!"

"All this talk about our husband fucking your daughter and you're not dripping too?" Rita asked.

Camille dipped her fingers into her pussy and withdrew two glistening digits. "Why, Land o' Goshen, so I am," she drawled, and sucked her fingers deep into her mouth.

"Y'all are such sluts," I said, chuckling.

Both of them burst into a fit of laughter, at their own expense. I was proud of myself for finally getting to use their own line on them.

I turned in and left the girls in the dressing room to finish the toenail polishing. I recall them coming to bed later, but I was dead to the world.

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The next few days were filled with long walks around the estate with Caroline and Bobby Sue. They both flirted with me shamelessly. They made no secret of the fact that Bobby Sue wanted me to jump her bones. Caroline was a bit jealous of Bobby Sue but I assured her that I loved them both the same and sooner or later, we would all be together in the same bed. I felt weird but the game we were playing was proving to be erotic as hell.

Billy Joe was keeping himself scarce lately. Word was he was spending a lot of time with Sandra riding the horses along the river north and south of the estate. One morning, Caroline and Bobby Sue pestered for me to go riding with them. We walked down to the stable and were just about to enter through the barn when we heard moans coming from one of the stalls just inside the main barn. I held my finger to my lips to alert the girls to keep silent and we snuck up to the door and peeked in. There on a stack of hay bales, Billy had Sandra bent over frontward, hammering his hard pecker into her from behind. Sandra was in the midst of a hard orgasm and Billy let out a hoot and emptied a load into her quivering pussy.

The girls and I retreated for a few minutes and then we sauntered into the barn as if we had not seen them. Billy was embarrassed and Sandra was still breathing hard. Bobby Sue sidled up to Billy and rubbed titties against his arm and whispered into his ear. He got even more flustered and Sandra was mortified.

"Quit acting like juveniles," I said. "You're busted. We saw the whole thing."

The girls were cracking up and I was having a hard time keeping a straight face. Sandra wanted to die and Billy looked like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Well, Sandy, is he any good?" I asked.

"Jesus, Virgil," she shrieked. "You're killing your son."

"Looked to me like he was having a great time. You too, I hope," I managed, without laughing out loud. "Question was, how is he?"

Sandra stamped her foot in exasperation, "Oooh, he's just fine. A lot like his father, just not quite as butt-headed."

"Who says I'm butt-headed?" I asked.

"We do!" the four of them answered in unison.

I guess the jury had ruled on that! "Humph," I said.

I opened a stall and walked my favorite mare out into the barn and flipped a blanket and saddle up on her back. I cinched the saddle tight, slid the bit in her mouth and buckled the bridle under her chin. I pushed my foot in the stirrup and swung my leg over her back.

"Y'all have hurt my fragile feelings," I said, easing the mare into first gear and heading out the door.

I was riding slowly along the river south of the estate. It was a beautiful day for a ride. Bobby Sue caught up with me after a few minutes. She was the best rider of the three kids.

"I'm sorry," she said. "We were just messing with you."

"I know that," I said. "I was just giving Billy a hard time, too."

"He was so embarrassed," she giggled. "I watched them before, but he doesn't know I did."

"You've watched me before, too. Haven't you?" I asked.

She hesitated, but answered, "Yes. And you're beautiful. Caroline told me about the two of you. She says that you're so hot."

"Did you know she was a virgin until that night?" I asked.

"She told me all about it," she said. "I thought she and Billy were making it too, but she said she was only giving him head."

"Too? Are you and Billy making it?" I asked, knowing full well the answer to my own question.

"Oops. Guess the cat's out of the bag, huh?" she squeaked. "Billy Joe and I are doing it. I'm sure somebody must have already told you that."

"I knew. I just wanted to hear you say it," I said.

"He cums too fast, though. I hardly ever get off when he fucks me. Caroline told me she had three orgasms the other night," Bobby Sue said.

"He'll learn," I told her. "He just needs to relax a little."

"Relax, my butt! All he thinks about is shooting his load. Even when he eats me out, he goes too fast. Mama and Camille can really eat pussy, and Caroline does it great too!" she explained.

I couldn't believe that I was having this conversation with my daughter. But I was and I had a big woody in my drawers.

We rounded a big bend in the river and it opened onto a small green clearing with a narrow sandy beach. I turned into the clearing and got off the horse. I held the bridle of Bobby's mare while she dismounted. I knew she had seen my condition when her eyes got big and bright.

Bobby Sue was the runt of our litter. Standing barely 5'-1", and tipping the scales at just over one hundred and five pounds, she was a startling contrast to her much taller mother. But she had the same long dark copper hair and flashing emerald eyes. Her body was tight as a bowstring and her hard little titties never required support of any kind. Her nipples were in a constant state of erection, protruding seductively through whatever she chose to wear in the way of a shirt.

Freckles covered her little pushed up nose and her chest, and her lips were full and soft. She was the picture of innocence. Right! From what I hear from her mother and others, a veritable tiger resides within.

"So, Pop," she said, facing me and thrusting her little bosom forward. "When do I get my chance?"

"What chance would that be?" I asked dumbly.

"You know. When can we make it?" she asked, shyly.

I sat on the grass, just at the edge of the sand and patted the ground next to me. Bobby Sue tied her horse to a branch and sat very close to me.

"What makes you think we should make it?" I asked.

"Well, because," she said. "You did it with Caroline. Don't you want to do it with me?"

"Of course I do, Sweetie. I want you to tell me why you think we should," I explained.

"Because I love you and you make me all squishy inside," she reasoned.

"Well, in that case, c'mere, Honey," I said and reached my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.

She spun in my arms and pushed me back on the grass. She threw her leg over me and flopped down on top of me. I grabbed her head in both hands and pulled her face close to mine. As our lips came together, her tongue slashed between my lips and searched hungrily in my mouth. Bobby Sue is a great kisser. We tongue wrestled for a few minutes, my hands found her hard buttocks and as I kneaded her buns, she ground her front against my big boner.

She pushed herself up and sat on me, pulling her t-shirt over her head exposing her hard titties. She scooted back and reached for my belt buckle and button. My zipper was next, after which she extracted my doo-dad. Her eyes got big again when she took in the length and girth of my tool. Her tiny fingers were too short to reach all the way around it.

"Ooh, Daddy!" she said, sliding her tiny fingers up and down my rigid pole.

Her head came down and her mouth opened over the end of me. I looked at the top of her head and as I looked up again I saw Caroline, sitting on her horse, watching us. Her smile told the whole story. They had conspired to get me out here so Bobby Sue could get her hands on daddy's meat. Very nice plan, indeed.

I marveled at how proficient Bobby Sue was at sucking cock. Her tiny mouth had undoubtedly been wrapped around young Billy's more than once. She knew just the right pressure to apply with her fingers as she traversed the length of my extended prick, first in one direction and then the other. 

Caroline dismounted and walked to the far side of the small clearing and tied her mount to a bush. Bobby Sue was still oblivious to her presence. Caroline stayed away from Bobby and I, watching her younger sister perform a magnificent blowjob on my screaming cock. Bobby must have sensed Caroline was there because she opened her eyes just enough to look across and make eye contact with her.

One of her hands left my cock, reaching to push her jeans down off her hips. Due to the extreme tightness of her jeans, she was unable to shove them down with just the one hand. Caroline crawled over behind Bobby and tugged her pants over her little pug-butt and down her legs, leaving her naked to the sun. I watched over Bobby's shoulder as Caroline's face disappeared down under Bobby's bottom. I felt her jump when Caroline made contact with her tongue.

Lying flat on my back, I couldn't see, but I was sure Caroline had buried her tongue in one of Bobby's exposed orifices. Bobby had started making gurgling noises around my cock as Caroline continued to root in her privates. I wanted to let loose a load, but held fast as Bobby popped her mouth off my prick and scooted up to straddle me. Caroline held me straight as Bossy lowered her slick wet hole down over me. Ever so slowly she eased herself down onto me, becoming a second skin on my dick. She was as tight as Susan Ryan.

I felt her cervix as she held herself up with her hands and knees. Slowly undulating her self on me becoming accustomed to the newest invader of her feminine charms. Suddenly she trembled, lifted up a couple of inches and moaned as a smooth orgasm coursed through her core.

"Ooh, fuck me, Daddy," Bobby Sue crooned, lowering herself back down on my cock.

This time, she nestled into me when I felt her cervix and I slid in even farther up into her womb. She rocked gently on me, rotating her bottom in small circles. Then, she rose up almost pulling off and eased back down to the bottom. She had lubricated sufficiently now and I slipped in with much less friction. We started moving together, faster. I felt Caroline's fingers caressing my balls as Bobby Sue rode me like her horse.

Our speed and intensity increased and soon I was slamming hard up into her, she staying perched up on her hands and knees with me making most of the motion. I felt a slender wet finger worm it's way up my ass hole and that was the last straw. I erupted into Bobby Sue with blind fury, thoroughly inundating her insides with thick sauce.

Caroline was laying on the grass next to us with her fingers stuffed deep into her pussy, locked in a tremendous climax of her own doing, as we rode over the waves together. Bobby reached for Caroline's hands and tore them away from her pulsing cunt and replaced them with her face, slurping hungrily at her sisters self induced flow. God, I thought, my daughters are just as depraved sexually as the rest of us.

The three of us stayed in the little clearing for a long time watching the river. We talked about Rita and Camille, Sandra and Billy and some of the other strange goings on around the estate. We talked about what they wanted to do with their lives and lots of other things. But we always came back to the same subject, Billy Joe. They wanted me to teach him how to fuck. I told the girls that I would discuss that subject with Marie. She has been one of my most erotic partners over the years and if anybody could teach someone about sex, it would be Marie. They both giggled and we all agreed that after the way I fussed at him this morning, he probably wouldn't talk to me for days anyway. We got a good laugh out of that.

I was curious as to why neither of them had become interested in anyone outside the family, romantically. We talked about it for a long time and the only conclusion we could come up with is that the sexual feelings between the members of our little household were so strong, they didn't feel the need for any outside interference. Works for me!

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We dressed, after sitting in the sun naked long enough to get a little sunburn on some sensitive places, and rode slowly back to the estate. We came through the south end gate and rode along the stone wall around to the back of the house. As we came around the end of the big stone mansion, both of the girls squealed "Uncle Dennis!" at the same time. There in the parking area sat a beautiful black Jaguar, XJ12, with Tennessee tags on it. Dennis was leaning against the fender hugging Marie. He had a hand on each of her butt cheeks, squeezing her tight. They looked up and he sauntered towards us as we dismounted on the grass. The girls each received the necessary hugs and smooches from him. I handed Caroline the reins from my horse and asked the girls to walk the horses back to the stable and put them up and then join us upstairs for a cool drink. Marie, Dennis and I watched as the girls headed back to the stable.




Life At Islands Estates Ch. 23



"Careful, Pal, you could be in for a wild ride with those two," Dennis declared, watching the retreating girls.

"You can only guess," I said, and we headed into the house.

Everyone in the house was glad to see Denny. It had been over a year since he was home. We chatted about his music and how it was going in Nashville. He had been working in one of the clubs in Branson Missouri for a long time and was enjoying himself immensely. We were all happy he had found his nitch and was making the music pay off. He was a great singer and guitar player.

The girls bounded into the den and positioned themselves one on each side of my friend and proceeded to run him absolutely crazy rubbing up against him. We drank a few beers and talked about old times and he asked if I was still playing.

"Marie and I have collaborated on over sixty songs and have forty two of them being played by top artists. I can still kick your butt on lead, though," I said.

"I have no doubt, Amigo," he asserted. "You have the gift only a few rare people possess."

"Marie's still hot, too," I said. "She picks up on everything you hear on the radio."

Marie was sixty-three years old now. Her hair was turning silver and her body had softened but she was as exotic and vibrant as a teenager. She'd still throw a fuckin' on you that you could wear for days. We tried to stay regular at that. I was sure she and Dennis would be climbing the bedposts tonight.  

"Got a deal for you, Slim," he said.

"I can't wait," I said.

"Here's the scoop: It seems there's this kid up country someplace, Ohio or thereabouts, was going to take this chick to the high school prom. For some reason the chick has some kind of an accident and can't do the prom so the guy wants to take her mother instead." He began the story. "So he goes to the committee and tells them what's up and the principal of the school nixes the whole deal, saying it was incestuous, or some other crap. Well, they show up to the dance anyway and the powers that be won't let the kid or the mother into the dance. The kid gets pissed and creates a scene and somehow, the newspapers get involved and it seems there was quite a flap over the whole deal."

"Was the mother any good looking?" I asked, out of morbid curiosity.

Rita punches me on the shoulder and says, "You are such a slut!"

Everybody in the room gets a chuckle as Denny continues, "Anyways, it goes out on the wire service and this disk jockey up in Jacksonville, at one of the rock stations, picks up on it and has this brainstorm for a big promotional deal. What the radio station is doing is sponsoring a huge dance called "Son Of Prom" at the new Omni Hotel, in Jax. They're giving tickets for two to the dance away over the air to lucky callers who call in when they hear the announcement and answer a question about why they couldn't go to their high school prom. The whole scam is, it's for all those people who didn't get to go to the prom when they were in school. Cool, huh? And, they're bringing the kid and the mother down here to be the king and queen of the prom!"

"Sounds marvelous," I said. "So tell me the deal you have in mind, Einstein, I'm all ears."

"You remember that bass player we had from up there, years ago? Jeff, and the drummer Ronny?" he asked.

"Sure do," I answered. "They were good."

"Well, they have this gig put together to play this prom dance thing and want us to sit in on the gig," he explained. "Jeff called me and wondered if I could get you and Marie to un-retire for a night and join us for this job. He's got horns, strings, back up vocals, congas, you name it. They also have a professional sound production outfit coming in to stage the lights and sound. They call themselves, "Not Tonight, I've Got The Blues." What do ya say?"

I looked at Marie and her eyes were as big as saucers. I could feel the wheels turning inside her head. Her head was moving up and down slowly.

"What kind of music?" I asked, knowing full well it wouldn't matter a lick.

"You pick," he said. "As long as it's rock and roll."

"Sure, what the hell, we'll do it. It might be a hoot," I said.

Everybody in the room started talking at once. The excitement of the idea had caught on with all of us.

"Here's what I was thinking," he said. "The gig is a week from Saturday night. We'll go set up on Friday afternoon and if you want, they'll all be available to rehearse for a couple of hours. We can rehearse again Saturday afternoon if necessary and we'll play from 8:00 until 1:30. Ronny says they're giving a thousand pairs of tickets away. It oughtta be a real bash!"

"Can we come too, Daddy?" Bobby Sue asked, excitedly. "We've never heard you play with a whole band."

I looked at Dennis and he assured me he would have as many tickets as we needed for the dance. It sounded like a great idea.

Jan and Rita broke out a pile of steaks and we had a big cook out on the patio. Life is good at Islands Estates!



Life At Islands Estates Ch. 24



"Honey, it's all right," Sandra soothed.

"Sometimes he irritates me to no end, Gram," Billy whined.

They were still sitting in the barn, the others having departed on their morning ride, after being discovered screwing on a stack of hay bales in one of the stalls.

"We'll just have to be more discrete in the future," she said softly, trying to ease her grandson's frustration.

"Everybody in the whole house knows we've been messing around," he said. "Ever since Caroline saw us in your house. She blabbed it all around to everybody."

"Well, it's out in the open now and we won't have to try and hide it from any of them," she explained, gently brushing his long curly hair out of his eyes.

Billy Joe had grown tall and strong, the spittin' image of his father. His hair was sandy blond and his two hundred pounds were distributed just as the plan had been drawn. His abs rippled when he flexed and his hands were firm but gentle. He had inherited his father's enormous appetite for the pleasures of women, and following in Tall Cool's footsteps, he was drawn to the older ladies.

His first sexual experience was with a classmate in high school. She had been experienced and he was sure that she had laughed at his feeble attempt at satisfying her desire. He had cum almost instantly after entering her and she had rebuked him after that. After he had spied on Caroline and Camille out by the pool, he blackmailed Caroline into sucking him off, threatening he would tell dad what he had seen. Caroline had spilled the beans to Camille and she had confronted him. After a lengthily discussion about the birds and the bees, Camille had stripped him out of his clothes and taken his cock into her sweet warm cunt, addicting him forever. He came very quickly then too, but she got him hard a second time and he lasted much longer. 

Still, whenever he got his pecker in a pussy, all he could think about was how good it felt to shoot off. Thinking about it now had caused him to start leaking. He wanted to cum again.

Sandra sat next to him, watching his expression. Little beads of sweat formed on his upper lip. 'He does that when he's horny,' she thought to herself. Neither of them had dressed after being detected. Sandra let her hand glide up his leg and touch his hardening dick. He jumped at her first contact, his cock twitching against her fingers.

"I want you to forget about getting off, Honey," she whispered. "Think about something else and let me make you feel good."

He closed his eyes and let her manipulate his stiffening member. Sandra marveled at the similarities between Billy and his father. Tall was much longer, almost nine inches to Billy's seven but Billy was thicker. Sandra recalled, vividly, the first time she and Billy's dad had made love, scarcely an hour after they had met for the first time. He had been so warm and friendly and she had melted in her panties the second she set eyes on him. She remembered how he had touched her hands and kissed her on the forehead, and his cock slamming into her wet cunt so deeply. Her nipples had solidified on her enormous silicone enhanced boobs, just thinking about it. She had left the door open to him for over twenty years, and he had never taken her for granted. She must instill this virtue into his son.

Billy moaned as Sandra lazily toyed with his marble hard shaft. His was leaking profusely from the tiny slit on the tip, just like his father did. She slathered him with his own lubrication and pushed him back on the hay bale.

"Now just relax, Big Guy, let Old Granny work her magic," Sandra breathed, positioning herself above her grandson. As quickly as she had lowered herself, she felt him stiffen under her. She stopped all movement until he relaxed, but he was very nearly ready to explode. She looked down at him. He had his eyes closed and a strained look on his face. She needed to be fucked long enough to get off and he wasn't going to last long enough to get her there at this rate. Sandra was frantic to achieve her end and she clenched her fists in silent anger, remaining virtually unmoving until he regained his composure. She felt him jerk again and she opened her hand and brought it around, from way out there, and slapped him hard on the face with a resounding smack.

"DON'T YOU EVEN DARE TO CUM YET, BILLY," she shrieked. Slapping him on the other side with equally as vicious a blow.

Billy's eyes slammed full open, with her first blow, and crashed shut with the second. He clenched himself up as tight as he could and looked up at his grandmother in disbelief.

"You're going to stay hard and you're going to stay in me and you're going to fuck me until I have great big orgasm, or I swear, Billy, you'll never stick your cock in me again. Do I make myself clear?" Sandra wailed.

Billy nodded dumbly and Sandra started to ride him. She grabbed a hand full of his long hair and used it like reins.

"Just you keep fucking me, Billy. I have to get off or I'll die," Sandra hissed, humping him furiously.

Billy held back until he just had to start moving too. He pushed her up and rolled her over and started slamming into her from above. He drove his cock relentlessly into her until he felt her boil over and wrap her legs around his back and draw his body all the way in. She clamped her teeth down on his shoulder and gnawed on him through a gut-wrenching climax. Billy kept up his assault, throwing himself as deeply into her spasm-wracked hole as he could. Several minutes later, she erupted a second time and he could hold back no longer. Billy flooded her aging twat with a torrent of boy-man cum.

"Oh, Billy," Sandra wheezed. "I knew you had it in you."

He collapsed on top of her. 

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After a big thick steak, fried corn and sourdough biscuits, washed down with a couple of cold brews, I was laying back on a lounge chair on the patio. Marie and Dennis had disappeared upstairs to her apartment and Caroline and Bobby Sue, giggling like schoolgirls, had gone into Flagler beach to a movie. Janice said she was feeling old and wanted to turn in early. Billy Joe and Sandra had failed to appear at all. Which left Rita and Camille the only other inhabitants of the estate to talk to.

I studied them as they finished tidying up the patio and concluded that I must have been blessed as a child to have them for my own. Rita, at forty-one and Camille, at forty-eight, were very desirable women indeed. I was never deprived of their affections and they never made requests that were unreasonable. Sometimes they could be a little strange, but never unreasonable.

They finally settled on lawn chairs, close by, lighting cigarettes and uncapping another cold brew. 

"Caroline tells me y'all caught Billy and ma in the barn this morning," Rita said.

"I guess we hurt his feelings," I chuckled.

"You must have," Camille giggled. "We haven't seen hide nor hair of either one of them all day. What did you say?"

"Nothing mean, we just ribbed him about being a jack rabbit," I answered.

"He is that," Rita acknowledged.

"He'll get over it. He's young," I said.

"You responsible for the smile on Bobby Sue's face tonight?" Camille asked.

"Guilty," I answered. "And don't call me a slut."

We laughed together.

"Spreading yourself a little thin, wouldn't you say?" Camille asked.

"Nope," I answered. "Billy's gonna have to pick up on some of the slack. But we gotta teach him how to control himself. I thought I'd speak to Marie about that and see if she had any ideas."

"You think he's ready for Marie?" Rita asked. "Or should I say is she ready for him?"

"That's a good question," I said. "I'd like to be a little mouse under the bed for that episode."

"Stick them in The War Room together and lets watch them on your cameras," Camille piped up, sitting up on the edge of her chair.

Rita looked at her and then me and said, "Slut."

"When I was his age, I schtuped her for the first time and I can tell you this, she made me feel like I had never felt before," I reflected. "I enjoy her to this day. She's exciting, sensual, inventive and dedicated to the art of sex. She's sixty and in better shape physically than I am!"

Camille patted my little beer gut and said, "You do all right, Papa. We love ya even if you are old and fat."

"Hey," Rita jumped in, "I'm excited about your music thing coming up. We haven't heard you with a group for years and the kids have never heard you in concert. I think it will be fun."

Camille agreed and we talked about the old days when I was still playing in the clubs. I missed that a lot. I kept up with the music but the head bangers just weren't my scene. We decided that most of the folks would be around our age so 50's, 60's, and 70's music would be good for the crowd. I even thought about doing some Elvis stuff. Elvis impersonators were big hits around this part of the world and Denny and I each did a good rendition of 'The King'. I even had a rhinestone costume similar to the ones he wore near the end of his career.

"You're not afraid that I'll find some little tart and sneak away with her when you're not looking?" I asked.

"We should be so lucky!" Rita smiled. "Besides, when you're up there on the stage crooning to the chippies, we can find us a couple of young studs and get a little fresh meat in the parking lot."

"Oh, right! That's gonna happen, for sure," I exaggerated.

"Fuck you, Virgil!" Camille snapped. We all laughed again.

"How about a communal bath?" I inquired.

"I'll start the water," Rita said and disappeared without a trace.

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I gave them a few minutes head start and then I meandered through the den and gathered up a bottle of Asti-Spumante and three crystal flutes. The suds towered out of the huge Jacuzzi tub with two naked water nymphs casually reclining in it. I stripped out of my clothes, poured us each a shot of the bubbling wine and joined them. We spent lots of time rubbing each other with big louffa sponges and washing our hair. Water sports can be so erotic when properly administered.

Rita crawled out first and dried her self and wrapped her head with the customary towel. She spread a big pink fluffy towel on the salon chair and invited me to take a seat. Camille drained the tub and after wrapping her head in a towel, joined us by the chair. Rita worked on my toes and Camille worked on my fingers. I was getting the full meal deal tonight. I was still just a little sunburned on my legs, but it didn't bother me a bit.

After the manicure and pedicure, they started rubbing me all over with that sweet smelling oil that I like so much. It wasn't long before Mr. Johnson started to swell, giving them more ideas. I was lost in the millions of fingers dancing over my body when, low and behold, one of them decided to play with my pecker. How could I have known that was coming? The sensation was sublime. Soon two tongues were playing over my stone stiff shaft. Rita and Camille had learned everything there was to learn about how to get me off. After more than twenty years I didn't think they could contrive anything they hadn't tried before.

But when two women have a mission, anything can happen. Rita held me vertical with just her fingers and they worked their tongues all around my cock. FOREVER! Only touching me with their tongues. Neither on them went down on me and neither of them stroked me with her hand, just a tongue fucking, until I could stand it no more. As I pushed up to fire a volley into the air, Rita and Camille pursed their lips together around the head of my cock like a big kiss with the end of me in between their lips. My cum jetted from me, again and again, squishing between their lips in a great gooey oozing glob, flowing down between their faces and running down my balls.

Just when you think you've seen it all, they slip a new one in on you. Oh how I love an imaginative woman. I have a whole house full of them!

The cleaning ritual was next and a light dusting with powder and my two sweeties tucked me carefully in under the smooth satin sheets. Sliding in close to me on either side, we drifted off into a wonderful sleep.

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Upstairs, Dennis and Marie were talking over old times and enjoying the quiet time together. She had grown very fond of Dennis, over the years, and they had spent many nights together on the road. Twenty-one years his senior, she had helped him to grow from a shy high school kid into a fine man. He admired her talents as a musician, a lady, and a lover. They had a friendship outside of the bedroom as well as in. Marie told him once that she loved him but she was not in love with him. He understood and never asked her for more.

She was sitting on the sofa in a gorgeous white silk robe, with her legs tucked up under her. He sat facing her, very close, with his hand resting on her knee. The robe had parted slightly and he could clearly see her still magnificent breasts within. They sipped champagne and giggled at each other's jokes. Her now almost totally silver hair glimmered in the light of a dozen candles illuminating the room.

"I'm getting old Denny," she said.

"Ah, I don't want to hear it," he fussed. "You're only as old as you feel."

"What are you going to do after the gig in Jacksonville?" she asked. "Going back to Tennessee?"

I think I'll camp out in the boathouse for a while and see what happens," he stated. "The kids are stealing the big shows now and it's getting harder to get good bookings."

"Stay here with me," she whispered.

"I don't want to cramp your style, Hon," he said. "Besides, Cool might want to pay you a visit in the night and I don't want to get in his way either."

"I can go to him, if he wants me. Which he does sometimes. He is a very special person, just like you," she soothed. "Besides, it's been a long time since any man has parked his shoes under my bed for more than a night or two."

Dennis leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.

"It's been a while," he said.

"More than a year since we were together. I've missed you, Lover." She breathed into his ear as she hugged him tightly.

Their love making this night would have a new meaning. He took her hand and pulled her to her feet, leading her to her bed. He untied the sash holding her robe and let it slide to the floor. She knelt before him and undid the button and pulled the zipper on his slacks down. She helped him to step out of his pants. His long slender cock hung semi-erect before her face. Taking him gently in her hands, she pulled him into her mouth and savored his sweet taste and smell. Oh, how she had missed Dennis.

He grew firm in her mouth. She wanted his thick discharge where she could taste it, but she knew he wanted to be inside of her this first time after so long apart. She slid her tongue along the underside of him, tracing a path from his balls to the tiny slit on the end. She looked at his cock, taking in every detail. It was almost eleven inches long, slender enough to just make a circle around it with your thumb and middle finger. When fully erect, it curved upwards in a gentle arc from his scrotum. She remembered the way it felt inside of her hot sheath, reaching into places where no other man had been, except for the black man that had laid her carpet, then her with Cool watching.

"Lover Man," she whispered, "your cock was designed just for ass fucking and that's exactly what I want you to do with it."

He pulled her up and she went to the bedside table and found a bottle of lubricant. She held his erection in the palm of her hand and drizzled the clear liquid liberally on his throbbing cock. Her hand closed around him spreading it evenly along his entire length. She drizzled more in her hand and greased herself, carefully inserting her slick finger deep inside her own tight rosebud assuring her suitor an easy entrance to her darkest region. 

Marie positioned herself at the head of the bed, her knees spread wide and her hands gripping the heavy wooden headboard. Dennis kneeled behind her, entering her from slightly below and behind. His steel hard poker slipped easily into her scalding dark sphincter, disappearing completely from sight. He rested, balls deep in her ass for a full minute, enjoying the warmth she passed from her body to his. 

Gripping the headboard with both hands, Marie felt him enter through her outer ring and slide smoothly in until she felt his bristly pubic bush brush upon the soft cheeks of her ass. She swooned as he pushed in, emotion taking all thought of anything, save his probing cock, from her mind. She felt him reposition himself behind her and pull out partially, then slide smoothly back into her depths. Again he withdrew, only to return into her boiling anal abyss.

She thought fleetingly about Tall Cool, and the dozens of times she had been with him. She recalled the lurid scenes they had played out with others in the more than twenty years since he had been a student in her class. The filthy toilet rooms in bars, the booths in raunchy lounges, and she even recalled the time in the carpet warehouse with Carol when Tall had splattered cum all over the older woman's blouse and hair. She still burned inside to be with him in The War Room. The sexual rage they experienced together would be long lived. 

Dennis pushed hard into her again, shoving her toward the headboard. She pushed back against him, moaning loudly from deep inside.

Dennis was different. With him, there was no ritual to their coupling, it just happened. They'd be together, they'd get hot, and they would fuck, or maybe not. Dennis made her feel different, like she was fragile. He was never frantic or out of control. Only she got out of control. Now, he was in total control of her. His motion had increased to a steady rhythm of long smooth strokes. His hairy balls swung forward with each insertion and slapped against her gushing pussy, leaving them shiny with woman juice. Each time his balls tapped her sensitive clit it was like an electric shock, exciting her beyond her comprehension.

A charge went through her, pulling her up off the bed. She pushed against the headboard, sending her ass back against Dennis in a bone jarring collision. Dennis was shaken out of his semi-conscious state and thrown into his own blinding climax. He grabbed her firmly by the hips and buried his exploding phallus as far into her as physics would allow. As he emptied his dammed up passion deep in her bowels, he shrieked like a banshee. Marie had never heard him this vocal before. It excited her to even greater heights. Taking yet another grip, he surged into her with renewed effort until he was totally drained.

Dennis reached past her and gripped the headboard. He slumped over her back, supporting his weight with his outstretched arms. Sweat dripped off his body and splashed on her back, then ran off, falling onto the bed linens. He could feel her continuing contractions on his still embedded cock. He started shrinking inside of her and her tightness had begun to push him out. The process took several minutes, neither of them moving or saying a word. Finally, he was squeezed from her and was followed by a long thick drool of spent semen.

"It don't get no better'n that, Sweetness," Marie said, after a long silence.

"Maybe if we did it twice?" he joked.

"Who's got the strength to do it again?" she asked.

Dennis untangled himself and lay back on the bed. He was covered in their co-mingled discharges. Marie crawled off the bed and retrieved a towel and helped him to swab up the goo. She found a smoke and joined him back on the bed.

"Stay with me, Sugar," she said. "I need you right now."

"We'll see," he said.

They slept.

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Marie, Dennis and I spent as much as four or five hours a day in the studio for the next six days, working on a choreographed list of music for the special event in Jacksonville. We even put together a special segment at the end of the show where I was to come out dressed as Elvis and do about an hour of his music. It was planned that we would take our final break at twelve fifteen. I would then change into the costume and the band would do the traditional Elvis intro music, whereupon I would enter and do C. C. Rider. We put Hound Dog, Love Me Tender, Teddy Bear, Kentucky Rain, My Way, The Trilogy, and several other old standards on the list and estimated it would come out just about right on the button at one thirty. I wasn't exactly sure that I should be the one to do Elvis, Dennis is a far superior singer, but they convinced me that I would be their hero if I did it. So be it!




Life At Islands Estates Ch. 24



We drove to Jax on Thursday to scope the ballroom out at the hotel. The place was glitzy, and huge. We were informed that there would be tables and seating for twenty four hundred prom-goers. The stage was big enough for an auto show, so we would have lots of room to set up. The production crew was on hand and they were already hanging lights and piling speakers to a great height on either end of the stage. I asked if The Grateful Dead had been booked around us because of the great speaker array. I was informed that some guitar playing genius from down state had been hired and the radio station was throwing big bucks around to make him comfortable.

"What's that shit all about, Dennis?" I asked.

Dennis shrugged and lied to me. I knew he was behind this but couldn't get any more out of him. Marie kept to herself, because she was in on the whole deal too, I found out later. 

A nervous Oriental guy came bustling over to us and asked us what we were doing there. We explained about being part of the band and he whizzed away only to return with stunning Oriental female a few seconds later. She bubbled all over us and asked if I was the Tall Cool Guy. I reckoned I was and she asked how many would be in my party for the weekend. I had been blindsided again, Dennis played dumb, and Marie just looked disinterested.

The Oriental looker explained that they would have accommodations for my whole entourage Friday and Saturday nights but she would need to know about rooms and the menu and all that. I excused myself from Dennis and Marie and the sweet woman and I went to her office where I could get some answers. It seems the radio station was really trying to put on a show here and all the band people and everyone connected to the production were to be their guests for the weekend. I decided a meeting with the rest of the group would be essential so I sicked Dennis on them. I told Ming, what a beautiful name Ming; that I would take eight rooms for my crew and had Marie start rounding up the troops. I also asked to have a brief meeting with the radio station folks just for informational purposes.

Things happened in rapid succession. The radio station promo guy and the station manager showed up inside of fifteen minutes wanting to know what the problem was. I assured them there was no problem. I just wanted to know what the fuck was going on. I got a brief rundown on the kid and his girlfriend's mother and the flap over the prom. Then it turns out that Jeff is the disc spinner from the radio station now and this whole mess was his idea. Things were clearing for me now. Jeff always was a dreamer. He had billed me as the super star of all guitar pickers and put this whole thing together knowing that first night performances, unrehearsed, were some of the best in the world. I remembered the first night I had played with him at Brandy's in Neptune Beach. AWSOME MUSIC!

He showed up and steered me into the hotel bar and we sucked up a brew and I explained that I wanted the musicians in my studio at seven that night, make it happen, or I was out. He didn't even flinch.

"Done," he said.

"I want the stage set up by the musicians tomorrow night at six and dress rehearsal at seven-thirty," I instructed.

"Done," he said.

"Are you playing bass?" I asked.

"I got you somebody better than me," he said.

"Does anybody need transportation to Islands Estates?" I asked.

"I'll handle it," he assured me.

"Bartender, another round here," I said.

Dennis and Marie walked up. I explained the plan. They grinned, enjoying the fact that I had swung into action. It doesn't happen very often so when it does, everybody takes notice. I then informed Jeff that I wanted video of this show and that I would pay for it. Make it happen. He did. Jeff and Dennis departed to contact the musicians leaving Marie and I sitting in the lounge.

"You're getting right into this little business, ain't ya?" Marie probed.

"Might just as well make it interesting," I allowed.

"And just who in the hell is making all the fuss about the show?" A fresh female voice came rolling across the room above the rifle-shot crack of spiked heels on the granite floor, as she approached.

Marie and I looked up and there stood our old friend from The Mill Top, chubby blond Debbie. Only she wasn't quite as chubby any more and she sure looked good.

It was just like old home week on the farm. Turns out she runs the production crew putting on the show and we had carte blanche now. Life was about to get interesting.

"So, Kids," she asked, "you got any special ideas on lighting or sound?"

"Oh, I'm sure the guitar czar has some ideas, all right," Marie answered.

"Follow me," she said, spinning on her heel and heading for the door across the lounge.

We spent a half hour with Debbie exchanging our thoughts and we invited her to the rehearsal that night. She seemed pleased to be included, indicating that she would attend. We located Dennis and departed for Islands Estates.

Arriving back at the estate, we busied ourselves with preparations for the invasion of musicians. We cleared away some of our accumulated equipment and made room for the other participants. Mics were located in strategic positions around the room and we set three of the television cameras on key spots to record some video. I made sure that all the necessary recorders were loaded with fresh tape and did a complete check of the sound mixer board. Marie checked all of her keyboards and synthesizers and Dennis made a big production out of checking all of his special effects pedals and other electronics.

Being a purist at heart, it killed me to hear the beautiful sounds from an expensive guitar being all distorted and bent out of shape, by the insane effects equipment on the market. I simply play the guitar and use my hands to change the way the strings vibrate or use a spring activated reverberation unit to expand the sound, causing it to echo. I learned that listening to my hero, Les Paul.

Rita brought us a plate heaped with sandwiches and some chips to give us a little strength. It was almost six thirty in the evening already and I was eager to meet the musicians. The gate buzzer rang and Billy ushered our first arrivals around the house and showed them where to park. I was just finishing a mouthful of chips when he pushed open the door and in walked Ronny, our drummer, and a tall, fuzzy looking guy with a long, beat-up guitar case hanging from one hand and a plastic cup filled with bourbon and water in the other.

I strode across the studio and shook Ronny's hand and welcomed him. He introduced me to the bass player from Mayport, Dave Fisher. This guy was some piece of work. He stood six foot three, well over two hundred pounds, helped along immensely by the protruding beer gut, long fuzzy brown ponytail, and had a full beard. He looked like he should be reporting for duty with Z. Z. Top. He looked about my age, but the miles were evident. I reached for his hand after he put his case on the floor and he nearly brought me to my knees with his iron tight grip.

"It's a pleasure to meet the man who puts the music to the Marie Stone lyrics," Dave said.

I glanced at Marie and she shrugged.

"Meet Marie Stone," I said, nodding in her direction.

The big man ambled across the floor and took her offered hand and touched the back of it to his lips. "Charmed," he drawled. "I'm a big fan of yours."

Marie batted her eyelashes and mumbled something I could not hear. They both kind of giggled. This guy worked as fast as I do.

He and Ronny lugged their equipment into the studio and in almost no time, were ready to play music. The big bass man had a vintage Moserite bass and a huge old Fender 400PS amplifier. The guitar was unblemished but the amp had seen the wars. After a quick check with the tuning meter, he was ready for business.

"How long have you been playing Dave?" I asked.

"Got my first axe in '56. An old Harmony arch-top. Picked up the bass the following year and been working both since," he said, draining the dregs from his cup. He reached in his case and produced a flask and was about to pour himself a shot.

"Let me get you one," I offered and led him over to the bar.

"Booze and a splash," he said. "And lots of ice, thanks."

"Help yourself," I said. "So, how you know these guys?"

"Your singer, Dennis has been working with an old buddy of mine up in Tennessee," he began. "Every time I see Old Waylon, he brags about him so I drove up to Branson and checked them out. He's good, but he's nervous. You ever hear Waylon play? The notes just flow out of the guy, easy like. No effort or strain, kinda like he never works at it, just lets it happen. Know what I mean? First time I played with him was the night Buddy Holley died, in '59. We were in Moorehead, Minnestoa, at the Civic Auditorium. I've been hooked on his style ever since."

"He knows," Dennis said, from the doorway. "Wait 'til you hear this guy. Waylon wants him so bad he has nightmares."

"So you're Tall Cool?" Dave said. "I didn't know. We're gonna get along just fine, me and you."

Marie had switched on her keys and was tinkling on some of her old original stuff. Dave picked up his bass and threw the strap over his shoulder. Ronny stomped the Speed-King pedal on his bass drum and I picked up my old Fender and we fired up on Good Hearted Woman. Dennis grabbed a mic, no guitar, and we made Old Waylon proud. Dennis had learned how to do a great copy of his voice. Next we modulated into a medley of Buddy Holley tunes, with lots of long lead breaks and instrumentals. We were deeply engrossed in our music when suddenly the sound of brass horns filled the room and vocal accompaniment just seemed to drift into the mix.

I had been so preoccupied with the music, that I had missed the arrival of the others. We took a short break while we each got ourselves a fresh drink and I explained my thoughts on the song selection for Saturday night's concert. Everybody was introduced and we were ready to run through some of the songs.

"Why haven't you turned pro?" Dave asked.

"I'm a gazillionairre, I have more to keep me busy than any man should have and I just never seem to stay focused," I answered.

"You are gifted. It's a shame more people don't get to hear you," he lamented.

"Well, we'll give 'em hell Saturday night," I said.

Everybody agreed. We ran down the list of songs that Marie and I had selected. We eliminated a couple and added a couple and things went great. When we got to the part about the Elvis segment, Dave jumped up and made a few very good suggestions. Dennis would front the show, without playing his guitar until the Elvis show. When we came back from break, he would take over duties on lead guitar, and I would only sing and do the Elvis bit. We would have scarves and a remote mic so I could move around the stage. Dave produced an old cassette tape with some music on it and one of the tracks was the intro music the band played at the Elvis show in Hawaii.

He played it for us so we could all get the basic points and then he turned them loose to play it cold. Marie, Dennis and I had already rehearsed the same basic sound, so it went fantastic. I would wait in the wings for the introduction and then, as the music kicked off, I would stride in and sing C. C. Rider. Stock Elvis trademark stuff, only we'd be really good at it. We did the intro thing twice and I came in and did the song.

When the music goes right, the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I was bristling. Everybody in the room was excited. We'd been playing for over three hours, and I had to pee. We took a break. I had been so wrapped up in the music I had missed the arrival of Debbie and her son.

Upon my return from the potty, Marie, Rita, Camille, and Debbie were gathered at the bar sharing a good laugh. I approached and gave Debbie a big hug and told her I was glad she had finally made it. The three other women stood watching me as Debbie motioned for her son, who was seated on the sofa to join us. The tall youth stood up and walked over to us.

"Tall Cool, I'd like you to meet my son, Steve," Debbie said, smiling.

I took the young man's hand and my mouth dropped open as I stood there looking straight into the eyes of myself, when I was seventeen years old.  



Life At Islands Estates Ch. 25



"I...uh...nice to meet you," I stammered. "Er...Deb...I mean...is?"

"I've been telling Steve all about how well you guys play music," Debbie said. "He plays saxophone in the school band and wants to get his own group together."

I just stood there like a stupe, with my mouth hanging open. Debbie hugged her son close and praised his prowess as a sax player.

"Great," I managed.

"Y'all are outrageous," Steve said, "for a bunch of old folks."

Everyone laughed at his remark and I finally closed my mouth. Marie pulled him away, over toward the soundboard.

"Uh, you got a minute, Deb?" I asked.

We stepped out the back door and she touched my lips with her fingertip to shush me.

"Isn't he wonderful?" she began. "Ever since his dad was killed, on the ship two years ago, he's really taken an interest in his music."

"Debbie," I insisted. "He looks like me!"

"Do you really think so?" she asked.

"Yes, I think so," I said. "And so do you."

"Well, I guess that he does, a little," she agreed. "But that doesn't make any difference. He's a wonderful boy."

"I'm sure that he is," I continued, stubbornly. "But he looks just like I did when I was his age. Is he my son?"

"Yes, Cool, he is, but what difference does that make?" she asked.

I had to sit down. I didn't know what to say. I had no idea that Debbie had become pregnant from our episode in the toilet room, so many years before. I was not unhappy about it. I was just overwhelmed.

"Cool," she said softly, "we had some fun times, back then. I got knocked up and have a wonderful son. His father was none the wiser and raised him without the slightest hint that the boy was not his blood. I knew though, and I've spoken with Marie about it many times over the years. It served no good purpose to burden you with the knowledge. Now, you're freaking out and you shouldn't. I haven't told him and I don't know as I ever will."

"He should know," I whispered. "I'd want to know."

"I know, Baby," she soothed. "Just let me handle it."

Steve walked up to us and hugged his mother. "Aunty Marie told me about you guys a long time ago," Steve said. "I love you, Mom, it doesn't matter who my father is. Dad was never there for me anyway."

We were both stunned. Steve reached his hand out to take mine.

"Guess we should get to know each other," he drawled, smiling.

"I think it's about time," I answered. "Tell me, are you any good on the horn?"

"I've got my tenor in the car," he said. "Mind if I sit in."

"The pleasure is all mine," I answered and walked with him to the car to get his horn.

Rita, Camille, and Marie surrounded Debbie in a group hug. Rita said, "That went rather well. He should have known two years ago."

"He should have known eighteen years ago," Debbie replied.

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Steve opened his case and inserted a reed in his lips and moistened it before securing it in his mouthpiece. He took a place next to the other sax man and they introduced themselves. Horn men are a little different than guitar players. Guitar players like to spread out on stage, horn guys like to bunch up so they can laugh at the guitar players. We played a couple of slow sings so Steve could limber up his lips and then I kicked off Yakkity Sax, a snappy instrumental where the sax man can shine. Our regular man took the first riff and turned the second over to Steve who absolutely dazzled us. The boy knew the song due to its popularity but he also improvised a lot and gave us a good show.

"Be at rehearsal tomorrow night," Dave said. "And you can do the gig with us on Saturday."

The boy was elated. Besides, he was really good. We jammed for another hour and I sent the musicians home. Dave hung around afterward to chat about music and drink some more of my bourbon. Debbie went upstairs and Steve sat talking to Billy, Bobby, and Caroline.

The big hairy bass player was a trip. His knowledge of music was boundless and he was extremely adept at stage setup and production techniques. I decided I had a lot to learn from him. We talked long into the night and I put him up on the sofa in the studio for the night. When I got up in the morning, he was gone.

Rita gave me a neat Elvis pompadour, with long sideburns. She resurrected my costume and made a couple of alterations in the middle where it had shrunk. For some strange reason, it had become a bit snug around the tank. I spent much of the morning stringing my guitar and checking my equipment before loading it in the back of the ancient Nomad. Bobby Sue hung around for a long time jabbering about their new brother. Her hard little nipples made obscene bumps in her t-shirt giving me great stirrings in my britches.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" I asked.

"I hope I'm making your dick hard so you'll fuck me," she stated.

Her tiny hand reached out and squeezed my stiff prick through my cut-offs. I pulled her to me and covered her hot mouth with mine. Her tongue slipped instantly through my lips. Picking her up, I carried her into Billy's room and dropped her on the bed. She wiggled out of her shorts and pulled her t-shirt up and over her head. I quickly stripped and joined her on the bed. I pushed her back and buried my face in her bald pussy, swiftly bringing her to a quick orgasm. She flopped on the bed and wrapped her lithe legs around my head and bucked against my face.

I was surprised when I felt another person get on the bed. Whoever it was, was behind me, out of my field of vision. I felt her spread my ass cheeks and drag her wet tongue across my puckered ass hole. The feeling was sensational. After a few seconds, I realized that it must be Rita due to the way she was working on my sphincter and balls. We continued until Bobby Sue had nearly passed out from her multiple orgasms. My cock was as stiff as steel so I eased up and crawled between her splayed legs and gently buried myself in her wetness.

Rita came beside us, and covered Bobby's hard breast with her mouth. Bobby Sue was in the throws of one long continuous orgasm. I humped her with long steady strokes until I felt myself nearing the end of my rope.

"Load her up, Cool," Rita whispered in my ear. "I want to eat it out of her."

With no further urging necessary, I lifted myself out to the tip and descended to the bottom and dumped the hole load deep in her sucking cunt. My God, her pussy is tight. Rita covered my mouth with hers and sucked on my tongue while I was jetting my load deep into our daughter.

When the act of love was complete, Rita pushed me away and lowered her face to Bobby Sue's drooling pussy and proceeded to remove all of my seed from her. The tiny girl erupted repeatedly all the while her mother's mouth remained on her spasming lips. I lay on my back next to them, watching. I glanced up and saw Billy Joe, standing just inside the door. His hard cock was in his hand and he was slowly stroking it.

He advanced slowly to the bed and kneeled behind his mother. He carefully entered her upturned pussy from behind, bringing a soft moan from her as he sank balls deep in her soft folds. Grabbing her by the haunches, he was preparing to launch into her. I held my hand up and warned him to slow down. Heeding my silent message, he relaxed and eased in and out, gradually increasing his speed until he was humping her with long, regular strokes.

Rita dislodged her face from her daughter's pussy and moaned loudly as her son fucked into her from behind. Bobby Sue snuggled close to me as we watched Billy Joe slowly assaulting Rita's stretched pussy. He looked like he was in pain as he fought with himself to remain in control of his ejaculation. Finally, the sensations were too much for him and he released a torrent of thick cum deep in his mother. Rita howled when she felt his hot flow enter her and she experienced her own sweet release as he pushed his cock deep into her cunt.

Rita flattened out on the bed. Billy was about to slump over her back, when Bobby Sue pushed him away and clamped her mouth over Rita's seeping orifice. She returned her mother's favor, in kind, sucking Billy's spent semen from her well-fucked cunt. Things were getting very interesting at Islands Estates. 

I moved off the bed and headed upstairs to have a shower and prepare to drive up to Jacksonville. I padded naked through the house, in no particular worry of upsetting anyone with my nudity. Most of us could be found in various stages of dress, or undress, around here at any given time of the day or night. Nudity had grown commonplace since the kids had become a regular part of the sexual activities in the house.

Janice stood in the kitchen as I passed through and looked at my limp pecker with a longing in her eyes. Now well over seventy years old, she had become less active than in her youth. She still loved to give head and have her aging body bathed in semen and piss. I stepped over to her and gave her a big hug and she fondly groped my dick.

"I'm still your piss whore any time you want me, Papita," she breathed in my ear as I hugged her.

"Come with me, Little One," I said and took her hand.

She followed behind me, into my bedroom and into the dressing room beyond.

"Fill the tub, for us," I said.

As the water ran into the huge marble tub, Janice stripped out of her clothing and kneeled on the tile. She took my soft prick into her mouth and sucked softly on it. Pulling it from her lips I let a trickle of yellow liquid begin to flow over her sagging tits. She directed the increasing stream over each of her nipples and up onto her face and hair. Opening her mouth, she let the stream flow in and out cascading down over her tits and body. When I had finished, we climbed in the tub and she clung tightly to me for a minute before we washed each other and luxuriated in the fragrant bubbles. I promised myself to be more attentive to Janice. She has been my friend for a lot of years.

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The Nomad was loaded to the seams with guitars, amps, keyboards and a case filled with cables. Marie, Dennis and I squeezed into the front seat and motored north to Jacksonville to set up our equipment. We had planned to be early arrivals but it turns out that we were the last to arrive. We had lots of help unloading and we were ready to go at a little before seven. The sound and lighting crew had done a great job of setting up their gear and I suspected that the show was going to be a barnburner.

Rehearsal started promptly at seven. Hairy Dave, the bass player took over complete control of the rehearsal and it went off without a hitch. Sound levels were set and various lighting effects were utilized and the entire program came together nicely. Young Steve played his heart out, impressing Dave and I with his skills. Debbie sat way across the room and beamed each time the boy played a lead on his horn.

Except for the sound and lighting people, and the folks from the radio station, Debbie was the only other person allowed in the room during our session. At eleven, we took a break. I went into the men's room to put the Elvis costume on, in preparation for the Elvis segment of the show. I had stripped out of my pants and shirt and was preparing to step into the huge flaring bell-bottomed trousers of my costume, when I heard a feminine voice.

"You still look good, Cool," Debbie said, softly.

I turned and looked at her. She had lost some weight and her hair was longer than years ago. She looked sexy. I felt my balls move as I remembered our lewd performance in the filthy toilet at The Mill Top, in St. Augustine, almost twenty years ago. She must have gotten pregnant a year later, when I fucked her in Brandy's bathroom or at her apartment later that night.

I walked over to her and said, as I took her in my arms, "You look good to, Sweetie."

We kissed. Her hand found my swelling cock.

"You still suck cock in toilets?" I asked.

"Only yours," she said, sinking to her knees and pulling my shorts down over my hips. Her mouth closed over me and she made no pretenses as to her intentions. She simply sucked me off, taking my whole load down her throat in a single gulp.

I finished dressing and as I re-entered the ballroom, the group started the intro music to the Elvis show. I did a dozen of his most recognizable tunes and everybody seemed happy with the results. It was nearly one in the morning and my whole family was gathered just inside the main door of the ballroom when we shut down for the night. 

Everybody was clapping and congratulating us on the great sound. I had high hopes for a great show tomorrow night. Dave and Jeff approached us and Dave asked if I had any problem with starting a little early tomorrow due to the huge crowd that was expected. He explained that it's nice to have music playing while people are still coming in.

A nice table of finger foods had been arranged for us, in the lounge after it closed, and drinks were on the radio station as long as we wanted to stay. I was tired so after I found a nice cold Scotch on the Rocks; I found a soft chair to relax in. Steve and Billy Joe came over and asked if they could go cruising in the Nomad. I gave Billy the keys and told them to behave themselves. Rita, Camille, Marie, Debbie and Janice, along with Caroline, Bobby Sue, Sandra, Gerald and Susan, gathered around and pulled up chairs. All of them were talking at the same time about how great the music was, and how the girls were all going to be decked out in formals tomorrow night. Gerald was even going to wear a tux, just like going to a real prom. Rita eased over real close to me and hugged onto my arm while we sat and talked.

"Did Debbie find you during your break?" Rita asked, quietly.

"As a matter of fact, she did," I answered.

"She asked me if she could suck your dick, for old times sake," she said. "I told her she could suck you off any time she could get you to stand still long enough."

"You're so good to me," I chuckled.

"You are such a slut," she whispered in my ear.

"Would you have it any other way?" I asked.

"Not on your life," she confided.

Marie and Debbie were sitting together at the bar. Debbie had her hand on Marie's leg and Marie was looking right into her eyes. Dennis walked up to them and the three of them disappeared shortly thereafter. Gerald and Susan excused themselves. Caroline fell asleep in her chair, so Janice and Bobby Sue gathered her up and went up to their room. Rita, Sandra and Camille stayed with me until we decided to go up to our room for a final nightcap.

Sandra excused herself at her door, telling us it was way past her bedtime. Rita kissed her on the cheek, I slipped her a yard of tongue when I kissed her and she grabbed me by the dick and invited me in. Camille told her that I could come over and play in the morning, but tonight, she and Rita had other plans for me. We all had a good laugh and Sandra closed her door.

Our suite, on the top floor of the Omni Hotel, was immense. It had three rooms, a bedroom, sitting room, and a small office like area. Rita and Camille disappeared into the huge bath/dressing room and returned wearing nothing but smiles. I was lying naked on the bed when they arrived. Camille threw her leg over my head and presented her freshly shaven pussy for me to taste while Rita descended on the length of my cock with her hot tongue. For some reason, Camille tasted yummy and I delved straight into the center of her love hole with my tongue and thrashed around for all I was worth.

Rita was swallowing me whole. God her mouth felt hot on my cock. Suddenly, they were both gone, only to return seconds later reversed. Rita mashed her soaking wet cunt down on my face and Camille lowered her hot pussy down on my stiff pecker. They wrapped each other up in a hot kiss above me. Again, they got off of me and changed positions. This time, they knelt side be side, with their asses up in the air, hips touching. I slipped my cock balls deep into Rita for about four or five strokes and then pulled out and rammed it into Camille for a few strokes. I alternated several times between them. Camille turned around under Rita and they assumed a sixty-nine position with Rita on top. I pushed back into Rita and felt Camille working her tongue on my dick and Rita's cunt at the same time.

Both women were having multiple orgasms as I fucked into them. When I couldn't hold out any longer, Camille pushed Rita off and they lay with their faces close together. I splattered my thunderous load across both of their faces, coating them with thick ropes of sticky cum. They attacked each other with tongues, licking my discharges off the other's face. I was totally exhausted. I crashed next to them on the bed and we slept until after noon.

I awoke to the moans and groans of females engaged in a sexual act. Upon closer investigation, I discovered Caroline, Rita, Camille, Marie and Bobby Sue all wrapped up in a daisy chain on the floor of the sitting room. The five of them were immersed in a group suck. I had to pee so I headed for the john. Upon my return, they pulled me to the center of them and each took a turn licking or sucking at my dick. It was bewildering to be the object of so much affection, but what can a guy do when you're loved?

It didn't take long for them to get me going and it was Caroline who finally sent me over the edge with her mouth on me. I blew two huge spurts into her mouth before Bobby Sue jerked my cock away and I sent two streams into hers. She quickly pulled off and Rita replaced her for the final drops. Caroline pushed Camille down on the floor and pursed her lips over her mother's face. Camille quickly got he point and opened her mouth. Caroline let my cum drool from her mouth into her mother's.

Bobby Sue reached for Marie and pulled her close, closing her mouth over the older woman's and passing the captured fluids into her mouth. Marie kissed Bobby Sue passionately and seconds later, they were locked in a thrashing sixty-nine. Bobby Sue burst into orgasm just moments after Marie started to lick her pussy. Marie followed with her own moans of pleasure as she reacted to Bobby Sue's tongue. The whole scene was most erotic.

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In the lounge, last night, Marie had taken a stool at the bar when Debbie came in and joined her. The young bartender with the flashing dark eyes asked what they would have.

"I'll have a Slippery Nipple," Debbie announced.

Marie looked questioningly at the blond and nodded to the barman that she would have the same. They watched as he placed two large shot glasses on the bar rail and poured each half full of Butterscotch Schnapps. He then poured Irish Cream Liquor over the back of a spoon slowly on top of the schnapps, leaving a two-layered drink in the glass. He carefully placed a glass on the bar in front of each of the ladies and retreated.

"Here's to us," Debbie toasted, lifting her glass to Marie.

Touching glasses, they threw the sweet drink down in one swallow.

"Oh, that's good!" Marie gasped, as the thick liquid washed over her tongue.

"Sweets for the sweet," Debbie cooed. "So, how have you been, Lover?"

"Missing you," Marie answered, softly. "I'm glad Cool knows about the boy. I feel like I've been betraying a friend all these years."

"I know," Debbie said. "But it's best this way. He'll be eighteen tomorrow and it won't be a legal concern for anyone now. I just didn't want him to feel obligated because I had been so stupid."

"You were young and horny," Marie said. "Bill was gone all the time and you just needed some excitement, not to mention a hard dick. Besides, we'd never have met if you hadn't walked in on Cool at The Mill Top."

"I know," Debbie whispered, sliding her hand up Marie's thigh under the bar. "Jesus, Honey, I get so hot when I'm around you guys."

"I know, Baby," Marie said. "Here comes Dennis. Lets take him upstairs and give him a thrill."




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Dennis approached and gave Marie a hug. Debbie reached between them and let her hand roam over the front of his pants. His arm went around her shoulders and he pushed himself against her hand.

"Let's go up to our room and fuck Debbie, Dennis," Marie whispered in his ear.

Without another word, they left the lounge and walked slowly to the elevator. They waited hand in hand in hand until the doors parted. Once inside, Debbie melted into his arms and their mouths met in a hungry kiss. Marie stood beside them, the corners of her beautiful mouth curled up in a soft smile. It had been many years since the last time Dennis had pushed his lance into Debbie's round ass. Marie intended to see that it happened again tonight. 'I'm still just as kinky as I always was,' Marie thought to herself as she rubbed her soft tits through her blouse.

The elevator doors opened and they spilled out into the hallway. Walking up to the door of Marie's room, Debbie moved up behind Marie as she swiped the key card through the lock. Her hands went around Marie and cupped her tits in each hand and kneaded them. Marie leaned forward against the doorframe and let the younger woman fondle her. Dennis pushed past and opened the door, pulling the two excited women into the room as he went.

Debbie fumbled with the buttons on the front of Marie's silk blouse while Marie tugged at the buckle on Debbie's skirt. Dennis went to the mini-bar and found himself a beer and watched as the two women frantically undressed each other. Hands and mouths were busy on all exposed flesh as they tumbled onto the big bed. Marie pushed her face into Debbie's crotch and sucked on her nether lips. Debbie held her by the hair and humped hard against Marie's face. Dennis watched as Marie slipped a long slender finger up the blond woman's puckered butt hole bringing her quickly to a thumping orgasm.

Marie's face glistened from Debbie's secretions when she finally came up for air. Debbie pushed Marie back on the bed and dove between her legs to tantalize Marie with her hot tongue. Marie started to climax as soon as Debbie found her hard clit. Both of them were on fire with lust. Dennis crept up behind Debbie and worked his tongue over her tiny sphincter. Then down into her drenched pussy. She moaned into Marie's throbbing cunt as Dennis licked her thoroughly from back to front. He kneeled closer and worked the head of his long slender cock into her dripping pussy. Slowly he advanced into her until he felt himself bottom out. He started a steady rhythm, not hurrying. 

Debbie reacted to his invasion by redoubling her licking on Marie's slobbering cunt. Each time Dennis hit bottom, Debbie's face bumped into Marie, keeping her suspended on the swell of a continuous orgasm. Marie's mind shifted back to reality and she dislodged herself from Debbie's mouth and positioned herself so she could lick Dennis's balls and Debbie's outer lips as she was being impaled.

"Put your dick in her ass, Dennis," Marie coached, from below.

"Oh, fuck yes! Shove your cock up my ass, Dennis," Debbie begged.

He withdrew from her cunt and Marie helped him to position his cock head on Debbie's tight rosebud. He eased in through the wrinkled pucker and pushed his long pole deep into her bowels. Debbie howled with sweet lust as he thrust his entire eleven-inch length into her ass. She bucked back to meet his every stroke and soon they were slamming together. Marie licked his balls as they swept past her face.

Dennis's cock was slimy with their mixed juices. It made loud squishing noises as he entered and withdrew from her tight hole. Small droplets of their fluids splashed on Marie's upturned face each time he pulled out and pushed back in. When his end came, he shot one long rope of thick jizz into her hole and then pulled out of her ass and dumped the remainder in thick strings across Marie's face. As he finished, Marie jammed her face up into Debbie's cunt and ass and sucked his remains into her mouth.

"God, I miss you guys," Debbie gasped, after her passion had passed. "I never get fucked like I do when y'all are around."

"So, lets don't be strangers," Marie said.

They showered and crawled into bed together, Marie on one side of Debbie and Dennis on the other.

"Tell me, Debbie, have you ever fucked the boy?" Marie asked.

Marie and Dennis heard Debbie take a quick breath. She held her breath and remained silent for many seconds before answering.

"Yes," she whispered. "I have."

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The women had plans for the hairdresser. If they wanted to be beautiful for the prom, each of them had to get her done by a professional. It seemed that I had more dates for the prom than was allowed by law, but I never paid too much attention to traditional rules anyhow. I pulled on a pair of dress shorts and a sport shirt and went in search of some food. Eating was a favorite pastime of mine.

The hotel had a fine restaurant, which opened at two. It was one thirty so I decided to wander down to the ballroom and check the music equipment once again. I pushed through the door at the rear of the gigantic room and stepped inside. Except for the exit lights over the many doors, the room was very dark. As I stood waiting for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, I heard a female moan somewhere off to my left. I listened intently for the sound to repeat itself and after a half minute, I heard it again.

The sound emanated from about a dozen steps to my left and just a little in front of me. I moved silently along the wall for six or seven paces and stood listening again. I heard the sharp intake of breath, a soft moan, and a squishing sound, which repeated rapidly. My eyes had become accustomed to the darkness. I could make out the shape of a woman, or girl sitting on a chair, which had been pulled out next to a table a few feet in front of me. She was facing to my right. I could see that she had her skirt bunched up around her waist and had her fingers pushed deep into her womanhood. She was masturbating with tremendous intensity. Her head was thrown back, her legs splayed open, and her hand was a blur as she whipped her fingers in and out of her wetness. Suddenly she trembled and hunched forward as the sought after release overtook her and crashed through her body. 

She convulsed several times and slumped forward resting her forehead on her arm on the table. Two or three minutes passed before she moved again. Pulling her hand from between her legs, she licked her discharges from her fingers. She stood and pulled her short skirt down over her shapely hips and returned the chair to its place under the table. As she retreated from the room, she passed within a foot of me, almost bumping into me.

When she opened the door to leave, the room illuminated for about ten seconds. I saw something lying on the table where she had been sitting. I stepped to the table and picked up a pair of wispy black panties, which she evidently had removed before she masturbated. I held them to my face and inhaled her sweet feminine odor. My cock had grown steel stiff.

I tucked the panties in my pocket and advance to the front of the room, by the stage. The door at the rear of the room opened again and a row of lights along the back wall flashed on. Ming, the striking Oriental girl from the hotel office, came into the room. I stood in the shadows by the stage and watched as she walked over to the table where she had just moments before sat and pleasured herself. She searched for her panties all around the table and on the floor, to no avail. The incriminating evidence was in my pocket. She ended her fruitless search with a shrug and again left the room, after switching off the lights and leaving me standing in the again dark room.

I had been very highly aroused by the lovely Asian woman's performance. I pushed my hand in my pocket and caressed the soft smooth fabric of her nearly non-existent panties. I sat on the edge of the stage for a few minutes allowing my hard cock to get over his infatuation with the Chinese beauty before I walked to the back of the room and through the door she had used.

As I passed the door to her office, she rushed out and bumped into me. My arms went around her as she fell full weight into me when her high-heeled shoes skidded on the marble floor. She squeaked as she tumbled, her chin coming to rest against my chest. I looked down into her smoldering dark eyes.

"Oopsy," I said, smiling.

"Oh, Mr. Ellis, I'm so sorry," she stammered as I helped to steady her.

She nearly toppled again as she tried to right herself and discovered that one of her spiked heels had snapped off her shoe in our collision.

"Not to worry, Ms. Ming," I soothed. "Let me help you back into your office. You seem to have broken a heel off your shoe."

I stooped to retrieve the dislodged heel and glanced up to see a very naked black bushy beaver peeking out at me from under her skirt, which had hiked up when I prevented her from falling. It reminded me of a similar episode I had once with Marie Stone in the hallway at school. I smiled up at her and I watched as the color rose out of the collar of her jacket and flushed up across her face. She attempted to smooth her skirt back down but she knew that I had seen her pretty cooter.

I stood and helped her wobble back into her nicely appointed office. She kicked off her other shoe and rummaged in a closet for another pair. As she pushed her tiny foot into the replacement shoe, a runner in her nylon stocking swooped up her shapely leg.

"Oh, shit! What next?" she hissed, exasperation creeping through her professional exterior.

"You're having a terrible afternoon," I said. "Why don't you let me buy you lunch and you can relax for a few minutes."

"I have a million things to do," she complained. "This thing tonight has been a nightmare."

"Then lunch will fortify you and you'll have a new outlook afterwards," I said.

"Let me find a pair of hose and I'll meet you in the restaurant," she promised and disappeared into her private washroom.

I wandered over across the lobby to the restaurant and by the time I got there, Ming had called ahead to warn them of our lunch plans. I was escorted to a private dining room in the very back corner of the room which was quite removed from the rest of the patrons and very quiet and cozy. I ordered House of Lords and had just taken a sip when the diminutive Chinese beauty strode into the room, sporting fresh nylons with black dragons embroidered up each leg.

"Great sox, Ms. Ming," I said, as she approached.

"They're stockings, Mr. Ellis. And please, it's just Ming," she replied.

"Okay, Ming. And Cool will do just fine for me," I said, smiling.

Ming slid into a chair on the right side of me, nodding to the waitress as she did. The waitress disappeared and was back within minutes with a glass of white wine and menus. We ordered our meal and another round of drinks. Ming apologized again for not watching where she was going and I assured her that the pleasure had been all mine. Her smile told me she was all right with that. The second glass of wine softened her mood a little so I asked her what it was she had been looking for in the ballroom earlier. She looked a bit startled but I told her that I had been checking on the music equipment and had noticed her come in and look around by the tables. She stammered and then she realized that I had witnessed her masturbating.

"You were there?" she asked, softly.

"Yes," I answered. "It was beautiful."

"Oh, God," she whispered. "You won't say anything to Mr. Nasmet, will you?"

"Certainly not, if I can keep your panties." I whispered back.

She dropped her face into her hands and shook her head. I patted her arm and said, "It's all right, Ming. It'll be our little secret. It's not every day that I get to watch a beautiful woman enjoy her own pleasure."

"I'm so ashamed," she whined. "I just get so tense, sometimes. My husband's out on a six month deployment with the Navy and this job's making me crazy."

"You need to get laid," I said, looking her straight in the eyes.

"I've never cheated on him before," she whispered.

"I didn't say to go and fall in love, I said you need to get laid. There's a big difference, you know." I explained.

Our food came and I ate like a barbarian. She picked at her tuna salad. I ordered another round and after the third wine was gone, I asked, "Do you have a pass key to the rooms?"

"Of course," she answered. "Why?"

"Because you need to pick a room and I'll meet you there in twenty minutes and I'll help you with your tension problem," I said.

"Room ten-nineteen, here's the key, I'll be right behind you," she said. "Lunch is on the house."

I watched her leave the room, finished my Scotch, dropped a fifty-dollar tip on the table, and walked out behind her. She had vanished from the lobby. I punched the elevator button and waited for the car. I pushed ten and rode silently up. Stepping out of the car on ten, I looked up and down the hall and followed the arrow in the direction indicated for rooms eleven through twenty. Nineteen was the last room on the left. I slipped the key card in the lock and when the little light flashed green, I pushed the handle down and entered the room.

The room was very dark so I flipped the switch next to the door and the room was illuminated in an eerie red glow. The room was carpeted in thick black plush. The draperies, which were drawn together across the windows, were a deep burgundy as was the cover on the king sized bed. A sitting room opened off the right side as you came in and was appointed in burgundy. The whole suite was paneled in dark wood paneling. Tall brass lamps with crimson shades were the source of the strange light. The effect was all very sexy.

I heard the lock click behind me and turned to see Ming enter the room. She smiled a tiny bit when she saw I had arrived ahead of her.

"I've never done this before," she whispered, standing just inside the door.

I held out my hand to her and she took the three steps necessary to get close enough to reach up and touch my outstretched fingers. I pulled her close and she held her face up to mine. We paused for a split second and then she greedily accepted my kiss. Her slender fingers slipped through my hair as she pulled herself up to meet my mouth with hers. We met open mouthed and our tongues danced inside. Ming is a fantastic kisser.

The kiss lasted a long time but I finally eased off and held her at arms length. My fingers opened the buttons down her jacket front, one at a time. Under her jacket she wore a black lace, strapless bustier, and nothing else. I tugged the button and pulled the zipper down on her skirt, which fell to the floor leaving her in the bustier, which held her hose up with long garter straps and her second pair of heels for the day. Her panties were still in my pocket. With trembling fingers, she attempted to unbutton my shirt. I finally had to help her.

She kneeled in front of me, tugged open my pants and pulled them down. As I stepped out of them, she continued to kneel on the floor with her head bowed and her eyes focused on the floor. I cupped my hand under her chin and raised her face up. She reached her hands up and took my growing cock gently between them. She spent many minutes feeling me with her hands. She softly stroked my shaft and gently rolled my balls with her fingers. Eventually, she reached out with her tongue and tentatively tasted the clear droplets that were flowing from the slit on its head. She had been smearing the lubricating flow all along my shaft with her hands and I was slick with it. 

She slowly took the end of my cock into her tiny mouth and wormed her tongue all over the end. Gradually, she took more of it into her mouth, until her gag reflex forced her to stop. Her mouth worked back and forth along about two thirds of me, savoring as much as she could get in. I desperately wanted to taste her hairy pussy so I lifted her off my dick and laid her back on the bed. I spread her thighs wide apart and crawled between her legs bringing my face close to her furry bush. I spread the hair apart and revealed her alabaster lips. I pushed a finger into her damp slit and pushed her lips apart. My tongue was next to enter her tiny quim, bringing a rush of air from her flaring nostrils as I made contact with her blood engorged clit.

My touch sent a spark to her brain and then to her vocal center because she moaned long and deep at the contact. Her pent up passion unleashed itself in a fury through her neglected love hole. I attacked her clit with a second swift assault sending more surges to her brain and back through her sensual center. Again and again I tortured her clit until she toppled into the abyss of sexual release and drifted like a leaf on a pond, oblivious to any other feelings other than her own carnal pleasure.

I moved away, sat up on the bed and watched Ming drifting in a blissful state of euphoria. Her heartbeat slowed and her eyes fluttered open. She looked at me, smiling. She pushed herself to the edge of the bed, swinging her legs over the side. She rose to a standing position and walked into the bathroom, leaving the door open. I listened as she peed in the bowl. I could see her standing in front of the wall mirror for several seconds and then rejoined me in the bedroom.

Ming walked to the dresser where she had placed her purse when she entered the room. She opened her purse and took out a package of rubbers and dropped them on the dresser next to her purse. She then pulled a 20" long braided leather riding crop, that had been bent in a big circle, from her purse. She let the crop dangle down at her side as she held it with her finger through a small loop in one end. She picked up the rubbers and pulled one from the pack, dropping the rest of the pack back into her purse.


She walked back over to the bed and handed the short flexible whip to me. She laid the small plastic pack containing the rolled up condom on the pillow. She crawled up on the bed and remained on her hands and knees with her gorgeous round buns facing me.


"I have been untrue to my master and must be punished," Ming said, softly, "for the pleasure I am about to receive from another man."

I understood the need for the pain some people require during the act of sex. Louise had been one of those people and had taught me not to question the desire. To those people, pain heightens the pleasure, and without it they are left unfulfilled. Ming had been deprived for many months and was in desperate need of release.

I raised the leather crop and laid it sharply across her exposed pale cheek. Her sudden intake of breath signaled her pleasure. Twice on each cheek I laid the crop, leaving faint pink welts. I had not struck her with enough force to injure her delicate skin.

"Again, Master," she whimpered.

Twice again on each cheek, I wielded the narrow whip. Each time the crop fell; the young Chinese beauty chirped her approval. A total of twenty-four strokes were taken before she sobbed for me to stop. She reached for the condom and holding it with both shaking hands, she tore the plastic wrapper open with her teeth. She placed the rolled rubber in her mouth and turned to me. I was standing on the floor next to the bed. She placed her hands on my hips and using only her lips and tongue rolled the thin ribbed sheath down over my rock hard shaft. Not since I was in high school had a woman used her mouth to put a condom on me.

She turned away and again presented her backside to me and I moved up on the bed behind her.

"Take me, My Master," she said. "Take whatever you desire. My pleasure is to serve your wishes."

I eased the latex covered tip into her waiting pussy. Her warm hole was slick with her secretions, offering little resistance to my invading warrior. I wondered at how such a diminutive creature could accept such a large intrusion with so little discomfort. Ming remained firmly planted on the bed until I had buried my entire length into her folds. Only when my hairy scrotum bumped up against her upturned bottom did she grunt her approval.




Life At Islands Estates Ch. 25



"Oh please fuck me," she breathed, and pushed back against me.

The sensations she was experiencing were evident as she started to grunt and babble as I pumped deep into her center. Ming became very vocal and made continuous unintelligible sounds as we fucked. Each time we came together, her tone would rise and then fall as I withdrew and re-entered. We went on forever, the rubber reduced some of the feelings I usually felt and helped me to prolong our sex play.

Ming had not experienced an orgasm, on my cock, to this point and I was concerned that I might not get her there. But she had remarkable control and as I turned the corner of no return and started to fill the thin condom, nearly to bursting, with massive eruptions of lava hot cum, she ripped into an earth-shaking climax of her own. She clamped her cunt tightly around my dick and kicked back against me. Tremors wracked her whole being and traveled through her and into me. She shook uncontrollably for more than two minutes before falling face forward on the bed in front of me. 

The cum-filled rubber hung grotesquely from my wilting pecker. I was about to remove it when Ming whispered, "Let me finish what I have started."

She turned and crawled to me, her face inches from the sperm filled sheath. Using both hands, she carefully pulled the swelling tube off my cock. She carefully let a liberal amount of its contents flow into the palm of her hand. While holding the partially drained rubber in the other hand, she smeared her breasts with my spent semen. She repeated this ritual until all of the jizz had been rubbed into the skin on her upper body. She then rose from the bed. I listened as she flushed the used rubber away.

She came back and stood obediently beside the bed.

"Thank you, Master," Ming said.

"You're welcome, Ming," I said. "But I am not your master. I am your friend and you are a beautiful woman. Our pleasure was mutual. I would enjoy being with you again."

Her submissive demeanor passed quickly with my words.

"Oh, I'd like that very much," she said, enthusiastically.

She was smiling brightly.

I looked at the clock next to the bed and found I had only two hours before the show was to start and I had to get cleaned up and dressed.

"See you tonight, Little Flower," I said, quickly climbed into my clothes and departed.



Life At Islands Estates Ch. 26



It had also been an interesting night for Billy Joe and Steve. After I had given them permission to take the powerful customized Nomad wagon out for a spin, Steve told Billy about a house party down in Jacksonville Beach, where he was sure they could get a little action. Billy steered the sleek machine through the downtown streets and with Steve's directions, they were soon heading east on Beach Boulevard and over the Intra-coastal Waterway bridge to the beach. 

They turned south on Fifteenth Street and drove past the golf course and west on Sea Breeze Woods Drive. It was obvious, by the number of cars in front of the fourth house down the block, where the party was taking place. Billy drove past and turned around and parked on the opposite side of the street.

The door was open and they walked inside. A tallish, skinny blond rushed up and hugged Steve and welcomed them to the party. Things seemed pretty laid-back to Billy due the fact that the music was playing softly, there were only about a dozen kids there and the party goers all seemed to be sitting around in small groups talking or drinking beer. If there was any action here, it was mighty quiet action. The girl, Betty, invited them to help themselves to the fridge and the food. Steve disappeared and returned with two beers but Billy refused and opted for a Coke instead, explaining his responsibility for the extremely rare automobile he had been entrusted with.

A freckle-faced boy came up to us and asked if we had been out back by the pool yet. Steve said no and he pointed the way and told them to be sure to check out the sliding glass doors into the bedroom off the pool enclosure. They walked through the door out to the pool area. Three guys were standing by the afore mentioned glass door and looking in on the activities in the bedroom.

Steve asked one of the boys what was going on and the boy told Steve to take a look. Inside the partially opened door, a middle aged, silky blond woman sat on the edge of the bed feverishly sucking the cock of a tall, pimply-faced youth, who appeared to be about to pass out from the sensations he was experiencing. She was a good bit overweight and all she was wearing was a red satin bra and panties.

The boy by the door explained to Billy that she was Betty's mother. He told them that Betty didn't know that she was back here blowing all the boys who wanted it, while the rest of them were in the other part of the house. He told them he was next and if they wanted a great blowjob to get in line. 

The pimply-faced kid blew his nuts after a few seconds and they watched as the boy they had been talking to pulled his zipper down and took his place where the other one had been standing. Billy asked one of the others how many she had done so far and was told eight. Steve looked on as the boy she was with now, pulled his dick out of her mouth and shot his load all over her big bouncy tits, leaving wet trails of sperm on her red bra.

The other two boys standing by the door each took a turn and was quickly dispatched by the heavyset woman on the bed.

Steve looked at Billy and said, "Lets do her together."

Billy shrugged and they entered the room. Steve slid the glass doors closed and snapped the latch. He then pulled the curtain across the window so no one could see into the room.

"I didn't think you were going to show, Stevie," she cooed.

"I wouldn't have missed it for the world, Mrs. B," Steve said, pulling his pants down and dropping his shorts.

The woman's eyes gleamed at the sight of Steve's enormous cock dangling semi-hard between his legs. He pulled his shirt off and stood naked. His dick was huge, much thicker than Billy's and a full ten inches long, and it wasn't totally hard yet. Billy stripped and the two of them stood facing the bed.

Mrs. B reached behind her back and freed her big boobs from the bra and stood to pull her panties down. Billy glanced at the panties as they hit the floor and made a mental note to retrieve them before he left. Steve stepped in front of the woman and she took his huge member in her mouth and sucked it until it stood like a tree branch. Billy moved close and she took his cock and worked the same magic on him.

Steve lay on his back and she lowered herself on his big pecker, sinking completely down on it without hesitation. She wallowed around on him and then looking turning her head, she said, "Fuck my ass hole."

She leaned forward on Steve and Billy crawled between her legs and pushed his thick cock through her wrinkly butt hole. She groaned loudly as he plunged into her ass but soon the three of them were engaged in a clumsy humping motion. Billy could only get a few inches in her ass but he held on as he felt Steve driving his huge cock in and out of her cunt. The sensation of Steve's gnarly prick sliding past his through the thin membrane separating Mrs. B's ass hole and cunt was more than Billy could stand. He unloaded a flood of jizz in her tight hole and was forced out by Steve's enormous pole.

With Billy's weight off her back, the blond woman pushed herself up and pulled her legs underneath her so she could raise and lower herself on and off Steve's prick. Billy marveled at the woman's ability to take such a monster prick inside of her.

"I'm gonna cum, Mrs. B," Steve announced.

The woman pulled off his cock and flopped on her back. Steve kneeled over her face and jacked his big meat with his hand. Suddenly he groaned and stiffened. Billy watched as Steve exploded, covering her with long thick streams of milky juice, from her forehead to her belly button. Billy couldn't imagine where so much cum had come from. Steve had gushed a tremendous amount over her reclining body.

The bedroom door suddenly burst open and Betty stormed into the room raging at her mother.

"You nasty fucking slut!" Betty screamed at her mother. "How could you do this to me, you filthy, cock sucking whore!"

Betty attacked her mother, who was still prone on the bed. As she grabbed for her mother's hair, Mrs. B kicked at her from the bed, catching her in the stomach. She moved with the quickness of a cat and sprung from the bed and slapped the girl hard across the face, sending her sprawling to the floor. The older woman jumped on her daughter and gathering a full handful of hair, jerked her head up and slapped her hard again. The girl bucked up, throwing the older woman forward slamming her head against the front of the dresser. Dazed, she turned and with a clenched fist, buried it in her daughters mid-section, knocking the wind from her lungs.

Mrs. B grabbed her by the hair again and then she took a handful of the front of her daughter's blouse and ripped it from her body. She tore her filmy brassiere away next, exposing her hard little titties to those gathering in the room to see what the commotion was all about

"You raise your hand to me, you little tramp, and I'll teach you about life," Mrs. B raged.

She doubled her fist again and smacked her daughter with a serious uppercut. Betty was out cold, lying on her back on the bed with her legs dangling to the floor. Mrs. B peeled her daughter's skin-tight spandex hip-huggers and panties down her legs and threw them aside.

"Who wants to be the first to fuck this no good arrogant bitch?" she wailed.

The pimply-faced kid, whom she had been blowing when we first came in, raised his hand and walked over to where Betty lay on the bed.

"I'll fuck her, Colette," he said, and produced his rock hard cock.

"Tie the little cunt to the bed and stuff a sock in her mouth," she said, tossing several pairs of panty hose from the dresser to the boys.

The boys tied her spread eagle to the bedposts and the first one took his place between her legs and forced his way into her furry blond cunt. Waking from her unconscious state, Betty screamed into her gag and struggled to free herself from her bonds. But, she was securely lashed to the bed and the only movements she could make, added to the torture of her defiled pussy.

The first boy fucked into her for several minutes and shot his cum into her. He quickly rolled off and Colette motioned for the next boy to take his place. Another one of the boys stood by the bed and jacked his cock until he splattered a load on her gagged face, flooding her eyes and hair with sticky goo.

Billy pulled Steve aside and said, "This is a bad deal, Little Brother. Let's get the fuck out of here before it gets any farther out of hand."

Billy grabbed the woman's red panties from the floor, they jumped into their clothes and made their way through the house and drove away.

"You know those people?" Billy asked Steve.

"I went to school with Betty," Steve answered. "I've screwed her mother a couple of times before, but this is the first time that Betty's ever gone off on her."

"Well, your friend Colette is fucking nuts, making those guys fuck her daughter like that," Billy said. "That's rape, pure and simple and we don't need any part of that kind of shit."

"I heard that," Steve agreed. "Colette snapped when Betty jumped on her. I've never seen her like that before. I never saw her fucking with any other guys before, either. She was sucking every dick she could get her hands on, and she still wanted to fuck us."

"I'll tell you why," Billy said. "That big meat cannon you've got will turn the head of any female in the world."

"I guess you're right," Steve admitted. "My mom sure likes it."

"You doing your mother?" Billy asked.

"A few times. She's really been good to me since my dad got killed," Steve said.

"You're gonna fit right into this family," Billy told him, and proceeded to fill him in on some of the sordid family debauchery.

"You mean your grandmother, sisters, aunt and your mother too?" Steve asked, incredulously.

"It's a laugh a minute around our place," Billy said. "You haven't seen the whole layout in the daylight yet. You only got to see the studio. You'll have to come down and spend some time with us."

"I can't wait," Steve said. 

Billy chuckled and turned the Nomad into the parking ramp at the hotel. It was three thirty in the morning so the boys headed for Steve's room and crashed.

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I rushed down the hall to our room, and found clothes and a note on the bed. It brought back memories of the old days when Louise would pick out my clothes for me to wear to school. I found black pants and a bright red shirt with huge yellow flowers on it. The note read: DEBBIE SAYS TO WEAR THIS SHIRT AND GET YOUR ASS DOWN TO THE DINING ROOM.

I quickly dressed, and hurried to the elevator. I wondered to myself, as I waited, if they wanted the rest of me too, or just my ass?

I wandered into the dining room and was greeted by a plethora of Southern Belles, each of them dressed in her finest formal gown. Diamonds glittered in the brightly lit room. Rita flowed over to meet me as I crossed the room. She took my breath away as she approached. Taking my arm, she directed me to a large round table and introduced me to Timothy Ames and Catherine Holmes, from Sioux City, Iowa. Tim being the youngster who had been denied the opportunity to bring his girlfriend's mother, to the prom, and Catherine none other than the mother. She was lovely, and by the way she clung to the boys arm, I'd say the daughter had competition for the boys affections.

I smiled and shook the boys hand and kissed the shy woman on the back of the hand and told them how pleased I was to meet them. Rita ushered me to our table and I sat there with Rita, Camille, Caroline, Bobby Sue, Sandra, and Debbie, all of whom were coiffed, made up, and decked out to the nines. Billy Joe and Gerald wore Prince Albert tuxedos. Marie, Steve and I all had on identical flowered shirts and looked like brown shoes in a tuxedo world.

We dined on Lobster Newberg, with all kinds of other yummy side dishes. I was stuffed and ready for a nap when I finished. But that, I decided, would have led to my demise. Dave signaled that it was time for the musicians to head over to the stage and get ready to start. I made my way around the table and kissed every one of my ladies, carefully so as not to spoil the makeup, and moseyed over to take my place on the stage.

Dave looked sporty in his flowered shirt. He might have even had his hair and beard trimmed. I really liked that guy. I wondered whose idea the shirts had been,

"Who came up with the shirts?" I asked.

"That sweet little Chinese honey from the hotel brought them over from the gift shop," Dave said. "She said it would make us look like a real Florida band. She must think we came from up north or something. Damn, she's a hot little number!"

"That she is, My Friend," I said. "That she is."

Marie joined us and we started to play softly as the rest of the crew joined us on stage. We stuck mostly to instrumental stuff, giving Steve a chance to adjust to playing in front of a crowd. The huge ballroom was starting to fill up. Every manner of formal gown and suit and tux could be found. This was turning out to be a regular shindig.

The sound crew had done a fantastic job balancing the sound and from what I could gather. The mix out on the floor was perfect. Debbie, dressed in a spectacular pale green chiffon formal, was circulating around the gigantic room and talking to the soundboard operator via a hand held walkie-talkie. Dave was paying close attention to the sound mix, as well, and seemed pleased with the reaction of the people as they started to listen to what we were playing.

I was feeling a little froggy, after the great afternoon I had enjoyed with Ming, so I decided to see how far I could stretch the guys without pissing them off. I played the lead intro to Free Bird, by Lynnard Skynnard, nodded to Dennis and as he stepped up to take the mic from the stand, Dave shot me a knowing smile. Dennis sang through the verses and when it came time to step up the tempo, I gave Marie a sixteen bar bridge, let the horns take sixteen bars and then I took the front center of the stage and laid the entire house to smoldering ruins with a twelve minute guitar lead that even impressed me. After three false endings, a turn around and all kinds of drums, we ended on a crashing final note. The whole place erupted in screams and whistles and clapping such as I have never heard before. I thought to myself, 'This might just be fun after all.'

The girls at our table were beating their hands together until they hurt. None of them had ever heard me really get serious on the guitar, and I was just about to have a serious night. Marie was absolutely trembling from head to toe. The adrenalin rush is fantastic when the music is right, almost like getting off sexually, and this crew had it together tonight. We played until ten minutes before eight and took a ten-minute potty pause before we started the rehearsed portion of the show.

Jeff, from the radio station, got up and took the mic and made the required announcements and introduced Tim and Catherine, from Iowa and retold the story of their prom debacle. He also mentioned that a photographer was set up in the back of the room and for a fee he would take your picture at the prom, just like back in school. I decided that I would take all the ladies that I was responsible for back and we would have a group picture taken to commemorate the occasion.

Rita and Camille came up to me and hugged me for good luck. Caroline and Bobby Sue were sitting with their heads together, stealing glances at me and talking a mile a minute.

"You are absolutely cooking tonight, Baby Boy," Camille hissed in my ear. "The kids are astounded."

"So am I," Rita said. "I've never heard you play like that."

"I was inspired by a Chinese lady," I said.

"You are such a slut!" they giggled in unison.

Jeff was finishing up his introductions and waved at Dennis and Dave. We jumped up on stage and took our places as he introduced us; "And without further delay, here's Not Tonight, I've Got The Blues!"

The lights dimmed over the ballroom, and the spots came up on the stage. Dennis stepped out to the front and we started the dance with Moon River. The dance floor loaded up quickly and we played mostly dance music for the first hour. We took a ten-minute break and came back with some more rock ad roll. Dennis was doing a terrific job of working the crowd, reminding them that we had a special guest coming by later, to do a few numbers, so every body should hang around.

We took our second short break just before ten and Debbie came to the stage with a shopping bag stuffed with sheer scarves to be given out by Elvis as he crooned to the ladies. She promised to meet me in the dressing room when we took our next break to help me change. I could hardly wait. The third set was filled with more rock and roll oldies. Dave had taken a few requests and we played all of them. These guys had all the music and I had all the notes inside, all I needed was somebody to sing, and we had it all going tonight.

At ten-fifteen, we took our next break and I bolted for the bathroom behind the stage, where I was to change into my Elvis costume. Debbie was there as promised and as soon as I dropped my shorts, she dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. She really loved sucking cock and who am I to protest. It took about three minutes to get me off, and five more to get me in the Elvis suit. She hugged me, and pressed her panties into my hand. 

"For good luck," she said, kissing me deeply and leaving the taste of my cum in my mouth.

I stepped out into the hallway and heard the intro music for Elvis start to play inside. I took a great deep breath and pushed the door at the end of the stage open. The room was dark and as I stepped through the door, a bright spotlight flashed on me. I strode up the stairs to the stage and was handed a remote control mic as I advanced to the center of the stage. I began gyrating and when the music tempo changed, started singing C. C. Rider. Then we did All shook Up and Hound Dog. The whole place came apart. The band was excellent. I moved back and forth across the stage and when it was time to slow it down for a love song, I pulled a handful of the scarves from the bag and draped them around my neck. We started Love Me Tender, and I walked down the front steps of the stage and went over to our table. I could see Camille stripping her panties out from under her formal, just outside the beam of the spot. I went up to her, pulled a scarf from around my neck and kissed her, running the scarf around her neck in return.

Each of the girls at our table repeated the business with her panties and when the song ended, I had a whole wad of frilly undies in my hand. I climbed back up on the stage and gathered another supply of the scarves and dropped the panties on the floor next to the stage. As I descended from the stage, A line of women, each holding a pair of panties in her hand had formed back through the tables and around the dance floor.

Debbie had given me one hundred and forty four scarves in the shopping bag. It took forty minutes to distribute them all. A pair of panties was presented to me for each scarf I presented to one of the ladies. After that, they just kept bringing the panties and getting a quick kiss. Not to mention, I had been groped at least fifty times by the more brazen of the dazzling women at the dance.

We played straight through until after two thirty in the morning, which was thirty minutes later than the law in Florida allows, but the bartenders had quit selling booze at one forty five, on the dot. They brought the house lights up and I announced that the dance was over, "Elvis is leaving the building!"

I was drained, but wired for sound. More than a hundred women hung around the stage to get my autograph. Some of them even wanted to get their picture taken with Elvis. Speaking of which, I motioned for Debbie to corral the photographer to take a picture of the band and was informed that he already had about a hundred but he agreed to take a picture of the Islands Estates Crew, including Debbie and Steve who were now officially part of the family. The picture is fantastic and I had a twenty by thirty-six inch oil made of it and it hangs over the fireplace in my study, next to The War Room door.




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We all missed having Helen with us tonight; she had to be in South Florida with Karen, who was receiving a special presentation for outstanding achievement on her job. After her graduation from college, Karen had been hired by The State Of Florida, Department Of Natural Resources and has been active in the preservation efforts to clean up and preserve The Everglades. We are all very proud of her.

Dave was sitting on the far end of the stage, talking to a very plump woman in a dark blue strapless dress. She was tracing little circles on his knee with her finger and they were engrossed in a deep conversation. He kept glancing my way trying to catch my eye. When he finally did, he cocked his head for me to come over to them. I walked to where he was sitting, and he pushed himself off the stage.

"Ming says we can pick up our equipment tomorrow morning," Dave explained. "I just got a pretty good offer here, so I think I'll get lost until then."

I looked at the big girl. Her big old titties were just clambering to get out the top of her dress. It looked to me like Dave was just as eager to get them out. She was a very pretty golden hired gal, but almost as wide as she was tall. Dave obviously likes his women to be big and soft so I patted him on the back and wished him luck. She pulled him by the hand toward the door and they disappeared.

Dave followed the girl, Ursula as he found out later, to the elevators. She mashed the up button and then turned and pulled his face down for a kiss. Dave obliged by reaching around her and taking a double handful of her butt as she slung her tongue recklessly into his mouth. Dave squeezed her ample ass flesh with his big hands while their tongues fenced. The ding of the elevator broke the spell and they moved through the door, Ursula pressed four, turned around and was about to kiss him again when he pulled the front of her dress down, spilling her gigantic tits out of her dress. He lifted one of the huge orbs up and covered the dollar-sized areola with his mouth, sucking her nipple deep into his mouth.

Pushing her back against the side of the elevator, he raised his thigh up into between her legs and rubbed against her sopping wet cunt. Ursula was on fire and wanted the big man to do whatever he wanted to with her. She was craving sex and Dave was just the man to put out the fire. The elevator dinged their arrival to the fourth floor and the door opened. Standing in the hallway, just outside of the elevator door, was an elderly man dressed in a tuxedo, holding a bottle of champagne.

Ursula turned to exit the elevator and nearly ran him down with her huge naked tits staring straight at him.

"Oops!" she squeaked, realizing that she was exposing herself to the old man.

"Oh, my pleasure," he said, smiling. "Need any help, Young Man?"

"Naw, I think I got this one covered," Dave said.

The old man handed him the bottle of bubbly and stepped into the elevator and the door closed. Dave and Ursula, with her tits still hanging out, stood laughing by the elevator. Ursula finally turned down the hall and stuck the key card in the lock and opened her room. As soon as the door closed, Dave removed his clothed at lightening speed and helped Ursula to remove her formal. Her panties had been presented to Elvis and all she had on under were thigh-high hose and shoes.

Dave dropped to his knees and buried his face in her dripping cunt and lapped at her soft hanging lips. She held his head to steady herself, and allowed the hairy man to have his way. They scooted toward the bed and the big woman sat down and lay back, spreading her legs and draping then over Dave's shoulders. He groveled in her naturally blond cunt until she launched into a howling orgasm.

She pushed him off and toppled him over backwards on the floor. She moved off the bed and squatted over him, lowering her pussy down over his cock. He bucked up to meet her descent and buried his hard pecker in her womanhood. Grabbing two huge hands full of tit flesh, her jammed himself up into her and they fucked like mad for a long time. Both of them were sweating like pigs, due to them both being overweight.

Ursula's legs could only heave her body up so many times and then she had to roll off. Rising on her hands and knees, the hairy bass player entered her from behind and pumped his cock deep into her squishing love hole. Each time they came together, he sent a flesh ripple rolling across her big butt. She came again with a great bellowing rush, slapping her folds back against him. Ursula's knees were taking a terrific beating from the carpeting on the floor and she begged Dave to let her up on the bed. They moved to the bed and her entered her from the top. She put her hands on his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his back and they humped into each other. Sweat poured from them both, soaking the linens on the bed and filling the room with the smell of a locker room.

At long last, Dave felt his balls churn and slammed into his partner with a vengeance. His cock grew even stiffer and suddenly, he slammed forward, pushing Ursula up to the headboard and sending a scalding river of man cum surging into her fat, wet cunt hole. She felt him shoot into her and howled into his shoulder, sinking her teeth in his flesh and clamping her legs around him in a death grip.

He collapsed on top of her, blood drooling from the teeth marks on his shoulder and sweat oozing from his pores and running down on her in tiny rivulets. The room reeked of sex, and sweat. They had been at it for an hour and both of them were exhausted. Dave rolled off. A thick creamy glob seeped from her still stretched cunt hole and drooled down past her ass hole to puddle under her fleshy cheeks on the bed. Dave lay with one arm across her, his hand holding her tit firmly; his nose stuck nearly straight into her armpit, and began snoring. Ursula chuckled to herself, stuffed her fingers in her seeping hole, and pulled them out dripping with their mixed juices. She licked the sticky fluids from her hand and did it a second time.

Satiated, now that Dave had done such a wonderful job of scratching her itch, Ursula repositioned her big butt on the bed and drifted off to sleep.

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Earlier, downstairs in the ballroom after we had all said goodnight to Dave and his friend, we were sitting at our table reliving the past few hours. Ming, looking absolutely radiant, strolled up to the table leading two waitresses and asked if any of us needed a drink. She volunteered to keep one of the satellite bars going as long as we wanted to stay in the ballroom. We ordered a round and Rita invited the diminutive Chinese beauty to join us, pulling the chair next to her out so she could sit.

Rita had consumed a few drinks over the course of the evening and was in a silly mood. She leaned real close and smelled Ming's hair. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Rita reached up and stroked her hand along Ming's neck. Ming turned her head, looked at Rita, tilted her head slightly and kissed my wife full on the lips. Rita slid her hands up Ming's legs under the table. They lingered over the kiss for many seconds.

Camille cleared her throat and broke the spell. "Why don't you two get a room?" she giggled.

Both Ming and Rita were a little embarrassed for losing themselves in the moment, but they just smiled wickedly and giggled with the rest of us at the table.

Caroline, Billy Joe, Bobby Sue and Steve had moved over to a table a few feet away and were engrossed in their own private conversation. Steve was getting a lot of attention from the girls and didn't seem to mind a bit. The girls had been very impressed with his talents on the saxophone.

"What are you going to do all summer, Steve?" Caroline asked.

"I'll have to get a job and save some money for college," he answered.

"Oh, I don't think that will be a problem for you any more," Billy told him. "I'm sure dad will help you any way he can with school."

"I couldn't just ask him for money," Steve said, quietly. "He's not responsible for me going to school."

Bobby Sue took his hand across the table, and held it and said, "Listen, Partner, you don't know our dad very well. He's got as much money as the Vatican. And if he decides to spend some of it, there ain't nothin' any of us is going to say or do to change his mind. Granddad left him so much money; it's sinful. And he's built an entire city over the past fifteen years and the money just keeps coming in. He doesn't throw it around though. But when he gets something in his head, it happens. I think he'll help you with school."

"Cool," Steve said.

"Yes he is," the other three chimed in unison. "That's his name, Tall Cool One."

"You guys should have been with me and Steve last night," Billy blurted out.

He and Steve recounted the weird scene they were involved the night before. The girls sat wide-eyed as they told their story.

"Geez, I hope the girl is all right," Bobby Sue, breathed when they had finished.

"Betty's no virgin," Steve said. "I've been to her parties before and even done the nasty with her mother. Betty and I dated for a while and it got pretty kinky but I never saw them get into a cat fight like that before."

"I know why they keep inviting this guy back," Billy said.

"Why?" Caroline asked.

"Because his dick is this long," Billy said, holding his hands up about a foot apart.

The girls looked at each other and at Steve, "Get the fuck out of here," Bobby Sue hissed.

"I'm dying if I'm lying," Billy said.

"C'mon, Billy," Steve whined. "It's not that big."

"This I have got to see," Caroline insisted. "Let's go up to our room and you can show us."

Steve got a pained look on his face, but they all got up and said their good nights to all of us sitting at the table and headed for the door.

"Somebody's going to get lucky," Debbie said, watching the young people cross the room.

"Is there something you'd like to share?" Camille asked, staring at Debbie.

Debbie lowered her eyes and blushed.

"Oh, Honey," Sandra begged, "tell us your dirty secret."

"He's hung like Ferdinand The Bull," Debbie whispered.

"You are a bad girl," Rita fussed. "Then we can assume you're speaking from experience?"

"Bigger than the Cool One?" Camille asked.

"Yup, and longer too," Debbie said, grinning from ear to ear. "And he can go on for ever."

"Billy Joe is a sixty second wonder," Rita lamented.

"Not if you beat is ass first," Sandra interjected.

All eyes shifted to Sandra.

"Tell us more, Mother Dearest," Rita fished for more information.

"He's just like Old Virgil was, whipping his ass turns him on. He can last a long time if you're patient with him," Sandra revealed.

"Y'all are perverted as hell," I jumped in. "Listen to yourselves. Sitting around talking about fucking your children."

"You fuck your daughters," Camille said, in self-defense.

"That's different," I said. "I don't sit around comparing them to one another. Or telling you about how great their tight little pussies are."

"Oh, Virgil, you don't have to, because we all already have that information. Steve is new meat," Rita said.

"Now who's the slut?" I asked.

Ming was laughing so hard, that she was nearly in tears.

"You should hear yourselves," Ming howled, between fits of laughter. "It sounds like Payton Place."

"You aren't going to sit there and tell us you wouldn't jump for some of that young hard prick, are you?" Camille asked.

"Jump? Sugar, I'd crawl if I thought I could get some of that," Ming breathed.

" I somehow don't think that will be necessary," Rita told her. "You come spend a few days at Islands Estates, and I'd bet a new pair of panties you'll get your dream fulfilled.

"What about me?" Debbie asked.

Sandra slipped her arm around Debbie and whispered in her ear, "You can stay at my place, Sweetie Pie. Old Granny will see to it that Baby Boy nibbles on your toes for you."

Debbie kind of wiggled against Sandra and I watched as Sandra squirreled her hand in Debbie's lap under the table. Debbie pulled the skirt of her formal up in a bunch in her lap so Sandra could have free access to her leaking pussy. Within seconds, Sandra was on her knees with her face pushed deep between Debbie's wide spread thighs, slurping on her hot cunt.

This was all the encouragement that Rita needed, She pushed Ming's chair around to face hers and crawled between the Chinese girls legs and invaded her sweet hairy crack with her mouth.

Marie and Dennis excused themselves and drifted off to their room. Camille fired another cigarette and sipped on her champagne.

"Brother Dear," she said, "'tis a strange world we live in."

"Me thinks our family is the strangest part of that world, Sissy," I added.

"I'm glad we're the way we are," Camille continued. "Depravity amongst family members is so much fun."

"A toast to The Clan," I said, hoisting my glass to my sister.

We drank and watched as Ming climaxed on Rita's face. Debbie moaned and followed with her own burst of sensation only seconds behind Ming.

"Let's go upstairs and fuck each other to sleep," Camille suggested.

Who am I to argue?

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Caroline punched the button for the elevator and the four horny teenagers waited patiently for it to arrive. Bobby Sue was holding securely on to Steve's arm as they entered the elevator and pushed the button for the twelfth floor. All the rooms for the family were together at the far end of the floor. Four suites adjoined on either side of the hall, effectively creating two large interconnecting suites, one on each side of the hall. Dennis and Marie, Sandra and Billy Joe, Gerald and Susan, and Debbie and Steve were on one side and the rest of the family was across the hall in the other rooms.

Caroline swiped her key card in the lock on her door and the four of them entered the plush suite. Billy Joe quickly pulled off his tuxedo jacket and divested himself of the bow tie and cummerbund. He loosened the collar of his shirt and unbuttoned the buttons down the front. Bobby Sue sat on the bed and waited for Caroline to join her. Steve stood fidgeting, not knowing exactly what to do next. He just knew that he was excited and could feel his monster cock stirring in his pants.

"Let's see this giant cock," Caroline said.

Steve glanced at Billy and Billy shrugged. Steve reached for the zipper on his pants and pulled it down and then unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down to his knees. He hooked his thumbs in his boxers and pushed them down, freeing his mammoth erection.

He watched both girls dropped her jaw, as his stiff member stood fully erect before their eyes. It was over ten inches long and more than two inches thick.

"He's as big as the horses at home," Bobby Sue whispered.

Steve pulled his shirt off and shuffled out of his pants, standing naked right in front of the girls. Caroline slipped off the bed and knelt on the floor. She reached for the huge pleasure pole and wrapped her fingers around it. They lacked a full inch of reaching around him. A clear drop of pre-cum had formed on the bulbous head and she leaned forward and licked it off. She lingered, parting her lips and taking him into her mouth. He was the biggest she had ever tasted, but she had a talent that only her mother and grandmother possessed in this family. She could relax her throat and she knew that she could take the whole length into her throat if she went slowly.

Bobby Sue removed her formal and helped Billy out of the rest of his clothes. Billy pushed Bobby back on the bed and crawled between her legs and started to lick her wet pussy lips. Bobby kept her eyes glued to Steve's big pecker as more of it disappeared down Caroline's ever expanding throat. Steve couldn't believe how much of his dick the olive skinned girl had consumed without gagging. His mother could only take about half of him and Colette had taken even less.

He felt the inflamed head on his cock pass the last resistance in Caroline's throat and then slide all the way down until her nose was nestled firmly in the bristly hairs on his body around the root of his cock. She moved back and forth, increasing the length of her stroke until she would withdraw to just below the glans and then slide him fully down her throat again. When she had him fully embedded in her gullet, her throat would massage his shaft, sending thrilling sensations crashing through his brain.


Caroline wanted his seed in her gut but thought better of it and decided to share him with her sister. She let him slide from her mouth and motioned for Bobby Sue to come over and take her place. Bobby Sue lurched away from Billy's thrashing tongue and inhaled as much of Steve's hard prick as she could. Twisting her head and using her hand, she took Steve to an even higher level of excitement.

Caroline pulled her dress off. She removed the pins holding her raven hair up in the fancy hair-do, and let it cascade back down around her shoulders where she was used to wearing it. She watched Bobby Sue sucking Steve's cock and felt her juices leaking down the inside of her thighs. Billy pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. His fingers explored her pussy and made squishing noises as he worked them into her. Caroline pushed up and kneeled on the bed, offering her self to her half brother.

"You had better go slow, Billy," Caroline warned.

"I'll try, Carrie," Billy said.

Caroline whirled on the bed and slapped Billy hard on the face, startling him.

"Billy, if you leave me hanging, I'll scratch your eyes out," Caroline hissed.

Billy, stunned from the slap, pushed Caroline back on the bed and pushed his thick prick balls deep in her pussy. He took long slow strokes, thumping home on her each time he reached bottom. His motions remained slow and deliberate, using his full length with each repetition into her. Her pleasure was mounting with each jarring stroke from her brother. Her brain was receiving signals from her cunt saying that it wanted to explode around Billy's invading member.

Camille and I had just entered the room and started to undress when she heard a loud groan through the interconnecting door to the room next door. The door was cracked open an inch or so and she shushed me with her finger to her lips and pulled the door open a few more inches so she could peek into the room. I peered over her shoulder and watched Billy fucking Caroline with long slow strokes, pushing firmly into her depths with each descent. Caroline was evidently enjoying herself because she was moaning almost continuously.

Suddenly, Caroline arched up off the bed and wrapped her legs around Billy's back and crashed into a hard orgasm. Billy blew his nuts into his sister instantly upon her release and emptied a torrent of cum deep in her clenching cunt.

"Oh, fuck me, Billy," Caroline gasped. "You ain't never fucked me like that before!"

At almost the same moment, Steve reached the point of no return, and grabbing Bobby Sue by the head so he wouldn't choke her, he flooded her throat with a river of hot jizz. Again and again her hunched up and shot a wad into her mouth. We watched him shoot eight times before he relaxed. Cum was flowing from Bobby Sue's mouth, around Steve's still engulfed prick, and running down over her hard little titties all the way to her knees where they met the floor.

Bobby Sue had a look of shear euphoria on her face. Steve's prick remained rock hard as it slipped from her lips.

Bobby Sue turned over and lay face down on the bed with her knees still on the floor. Steve eased his cock into her wide-open pussy and slowly penetrated her. Bobby Sue's tiny hole had never felt the likes of this immense love pole. It took a few minutes of careful repositioning before she could comfortably accommodate the huge assailant. With about two thirds of his cock impaling her, Steve started a slow steady humping. Each time he went in he could feel her cervix rub on the head of his cock. The sensation was new and exciting and he soon increased his rhythm and depth until he finally had his whole length sliding in and out.




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Bobby Sue felt incredibly hot on his cock. Her pussy was tight and fresh and fit like a second skin. She started cumming just seconds after her entered her and her orgasms continued non-stop.

Camille and I listened as Bobby Sue babbled through thick lips, her orgasms making her words mere gibberish. She came very hard and seemed to lose contact with reality. Steve slowed his motions and I watched intently to make sure Bobby Sue was breathing. She appeared to be resting, so Camille and I stayed unnoticed. Steve stood up, his marble hard shaft protruding from the front of him like a stinger rocket, ready for launch.

Caroline saw him standing by the bed and rolled over and pushed up on her knees. Steve got the message and crawled up on the bed positioning himself behind his newly discovered half sister. 

Caroline looked over her shoulder at the huge weapon Steve held in his hand.

"Fuck my ass hole, Steve," she breathed. "But go slow and spit on it."

Steve's cock still glistened with Bobby Sue's secretions but he conjured up a wad of spit and drooled it into his palm and spread it over the blood filled head of his cock.

"He'll tear her to pieces," Camille whispered, with alarm.

"No he won't," I assured her. "I've been there and she's got plenty of stretch for him."

Camille looked up at me, raising one eyebrow an inch above the other. "Do tell," she whispered.

I smiled and nodded at Caroline and Steve. Steve pushed against her dark rosebud. His big purple cock head disappeared inside her with very little resistance. We watched as his length traveled into her. Caroline was aroused beyond comprehension be the feeling in her rectum. She felt his pubic hair scrub on her ass cheeks as they came together. She had over ten inches of thick, pulsing cock buried in her bowels, and she loved it.

"Now fuck me hard, Steve. Make me your whore for a little while," Caroline whined.

Steve needed no more encouragement. He pulled back and started slamming his hot meat into her ass hole with reckless abandon. His big hairy balls slapped on her cunt lips each they came together. Over and over again until his cataclysmic ejaculation caused her to boil over the rim into her own sweet orgasm. His thick flow filled her and splattered out with each stroke, splashing down over both of them.

I stood behind Camille with a tremendous hard on. I reached down and pulled the zipper on the back of her dress down, and pulled her formal off her, tossing it back into the room. I eased my cock between her legs and slipped into her hot wet cunt from behind, still standing at the partially opened doorway watching our kids fucking in the next room. I humped into her while we watched Steve fill Caroline's ass hole. Camille held herself up by pushing against the doorframe with one hand and the door with the other. We were extremely aroused from watching the activities in the adjoining room and had thrown all caution to the wind.

Camille came quickly, due to her heightened state, and groaned loudly. She pushed on the door and it swung open wide, exposing us to those in the opposite room. I looked over Camille's head as four pairs of eyes fixed upon us. I couldn't hold back any longer, so clutching firmly to Camille's haunches, I launched into her filling her spasming cunt with a load of my own.

"Daddy!" shrieked Caroline. "You've been spying in us!"

"No............... we............... have................. not.................." I growled, as I pumped Camille's hot twat full to overflowing. "The door................ just........................ happened................to fly open," I gasped.

"Tell me another one," Bobby Sue joined in.

"Oh, all right!" Camille said, calmly. "We were watching you. It was an accident at first, but y'all were just too beautiful not to watch."

"Well, I guess it's okay," Caroline said, pouting.

Her legs and thighs were covered with Steve's shiny juices and Bobby Sue was coated with creamy cum. Billy Joe lay snoring on the bed and Steve stood next to the bed with his cock still half erect, a long thread of his sperm drooled from the slit and hung down toward the floor.

"I think we all need to clean up and get some sleep," Camille urged. "It's been a long hard day for all of us."

Caroline crawled off the bed and came over to us. She hugged us both, smearing us with jizz. Bobby Sue joined us and smeared even more sperm on us.

"We love you guys," I said.

"Love you too, Daddy," Caroline said.

"Me too," Bobby agreed.

"Yeah, me too," Steve said, from over by the bed.

I disengaged myself from the girls and walked over to Steve. I put my arm around his shoulder and said, "Welcome to the family, Son. You ain't seen nothin' yet. Wait 'til you come down to Islands Estates and really get to know everybody." 



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The weekend at The Omni had been a smashing success. Everybody was rejuvenated and revitalized. Rita literally begged Ming to come stay at Islands Estates. Ming was reluctant at first, but Rita convinced her to come for a week and check it out. Ming decided that she would take the next week off and just relax, but couldn't make a commitment on such short notice. But when her boss fired her for even suggesting that she take a week off, she told him to go fuck himself and came with us, to play with Rita.

Debbie and Steve agreed to come down the following weekend and spend a couple of days. Dave and the big girl were acting like little kids in heat and went to grovel at Dave's house in Mayport. I promised to keep in touch with him and he said he'd call if he needed a lead player. We arrived back at the estate shortly after noon on Sunday and spent the afternoon getting the music equipment set up in the studio.

Dennis was tired and excused himself early, leaving Marie and me alone in the studio.

"What's stuck in his craw?" I asked.

"Oh, he's just getting a little possessive," Marie, answered. "And I told him he should lighten up."

"Who's he jealous of," I asked.

"I think it's you," she answered. "You were really cranked up last night. He has always envied your skills on the guitar. I think he feels you upstaged him with the Elvis thing and all the panties."

"Oh, for crying out loud," I said.

I marched upstairs and knocked on the door to Marie's apartment. Dennis opened the door and stood looking at me.

"So?" he asked.

"We'd better have a chat," I said and pushed past him through the door. I got us two beers from the fridge and pointed to a chair for him to sit.

"About what?" Dennis asked.

"About this attitude we have going on here," I stated.

"What attitude?" he asked.

"Suppose you tell me," I said, and waited.

"Well, you just sucked the wind out of the room, last night," he began. "And what was this shit with the panties all about?"

"Hold on there, Slim," I replied. "Who was it that didn't want to do the Elvis impersonation and dumped it on me? And who kept pushing for me to dig out the old Elvis suit, and get my hair cut and colored like Elvis? And whom was it suggested that we get the scarves to hand out to the ladies? I'll tell you who. It was you, Dennis, the same guy that came up with the whole gig in the first place. And who was it that kept saying that you're the singer and should do the Elvis bit in the first place? I'll tell you who, that was me, the guy that you say is the best fucking guitar player you've ever heard. Remember?"

"So? It looked really bad, all of those women standing there holding their skivvies in their hand waiting for you to kiss them," he whined.

"It could have, and should have been you," I said. "All I wanted to do was play the guitar. You did a marvelous job on the whole show. And you played great for the Elvis show. Besides, you know I'm a panty freak, anyway."

"Aw, shit, Cool. I suppose you're right," he said. "I would have been a nervous wreck if those women would have all been coming at me like that."

"So, how'd you get along with Debbie Friday night?" I asked.

"Oh man. Marie turned her on, SO FUCKING HOT. I ended up doing her in the butt," he bragged.

"She likes that," I said. We laughed.

Marie peeked in the door and Dennis jumped up and walked over to her and hugged her and apologized for being a jerk. We agreed with him and Marie found us a couple more brews.

I was tired and finished my beer and left them sitting together on the sofa.

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Ming arrived while I was upstairs with Dennis and she and Rita were standing in the foyer, hugging each other. They carried Ming's suitcases down the hall to her bedroom and I wandered into the kitchen and found Caroline, and Bobby Sue huddled over the table, giggling.

"What's the big joke?" I asked, sitting at the end of the table.

"Oh, nothing. We were just talking about last night," Caroline said, hardly able to contain herself.

"And?" I questioned.

"Well," Bobby Sue said, "we were just talking about all those ladies standing there waving their panties, waiting to kiss our daddy."

"So?" I asked.

"Don't you wonder what their husbands were thinking?" Caroline asked.

"I never gave it any thought," I answered. "But, now that you mention it, it was sort of weird. Your mama started it, you know."

"We know," Bobby Sue said. "Did you count how many pairs there was?"

"Not actually," I answered. "More than twelve dozen. That's how many scarves we started with, and they kept coming for a long time after I ran out of scarves."

"Two hundred and ninety-seven pairs of stinky panties, you pervert," Caroline exclaimed.

"That's more that I had in my whole collection," I said.

The girls looked at each other. "You have more?" Bobby Sue asked.

"So, I'm a panty freak," I said.

They both shook their heads, and giggled even more.

"Why were you and mama spying on us last night?" Caroline asked.

"We weren't spying. The door was open and Camille just happened to look in," I said. "She wanted me to see too, so I looked over her shoulder. Y'all were so hot, going at it like you were, I just got horny and plugged in to Camille. What's wrong with that? Y'all been looking in on us since you were old enough to figure out what we were doing."

"You really think we looked hot?" Bobby Sue asked.

"Smokin'," I answered. "How'd you get Billy Joe to hang on for so long?"

"I don't know," Caroline answered. "I slapped him and he got really turned on. It was fantastic. But did you see the root on Steve?"

"My God, he's absolutely gigantic," Bobby Sue, asserted.

"But, neither of them fuck like you do, Daddy," Caroline purred. "I guess when you love somebody so much, it's always better, isn't it?"

"I guess that's right, Pumpkin," I answered. "But your mama told me once that loving somebody is a whole lot different than being in love with them. She's right."

Camille joined us in the kitchen, bringing me a House of Lords over ice. Camille has the most sense and best manners of all of us and treats me just like her Mama Louise used to. I will always miss that woman.

"Where's the redhead?" I asked.

"She and Ming are touring the mansion," Camille answered. "I think Ming is looking for a domestic position."

"I can think of a couple of positions daddy would like to see her in," Bobby Sue piped in.

Caroline gave her an elbow in the ribs and called her a pervert. They were both correct.

I was under the impression that Rita had ideas that the Chinese girl would fit in nicely with our debauched little group. I thought so too. I was also hoping that Debbie and Steve would feel comfortable here, I was growing very fond of the boy and I have always enjoyed being with his mother.

I left the women in the kitchen and went in search of Ming and Rita. I found them in the den, having a glass of wine and smoking cigarettes. They were sitting quite close on the loveseat. Ming had her hand on Rita's thigh and they were talking in quiet tones as I entered the room.

"Hi, Honey," Rita cooed. "Are you all unloaded and set up?"

"Yup. It's time to relax," I allowed.

"Can Ming stay here for a while?" Rita asked.

"I won't be in the way," Ming said, softly.

"Not a problem," I answered. 

"We need a little help with the house," Rita added.

"Works for me," I said. "Did you show her around?"

"Some, I figured you would want to give her the tour of your studios and The War Room," Rita answered.

"My pleasure," I said, standing up.

"Oh, I'm sure it will be," Rita purred.

Ming and Rita followed me out into the hall and down the stairs to the basement. I pushed open the door to the video studio and flipped on the lights in the control room. The studio outside the control room remained dark. I explained the system briefly to Ming and explained how there were cameras in several rooms around the house and could all be controlled from here. I switched on the console and the monitors flickered to life revealing the rooms where cameras were positioned.

Ming was most interested. I reached for the dimmers that controlled the lights in the studio and brought the light level up on one of the staged rooms. There in the middle of the monitor was a king sized bed. Ropes could clearly be seen tied to the four corner posts of the bed and lying on the coverlet. Ming looked out the glass windows and peered at the bed across the room. The corners of her pretty mouth turned up and she seemed to be smiling to herself. Rita explained that we could make video tape recordings of anything that any of the cameras in the house were focused on. Then she told the lovely Chinese girl that we'd made all kinds of X-rated movies over the years.

"I would love to see them," Ming whispered as she stared at the bed.

I loaded a cassette into the playback deck and pressed the play button. The monitor on the console in front of Ming blinked on and there on the screen, was a very much younger version of me, sliding my cock in and out of Helen Blossom's beautiful face. Ming stared at the screen as I withdrew from her mouth and shot cum all over the kneeling woman's face and breasts. Her breath became shallow and rapid as the scene unfolded in front of her. She looked at Rita and then at me.

"It's so beautiful to watch the acts of love," Ming said, softly. "We see too much violence and so little of the beauty in this world. It would please me to be used for pleasure, as this woman has been used."

"He didn't use her," Rita explained. "They shared pleasure with each other."

"In my country," Ming said, "it is the duty of the woman to give pleasure to the man."

"In this house," I said. "the pleasure is shared by all of us. The giving and the taking are mutual."

"Then, I should like to share pleasure with all of you," Ming breathed. "And in return I shall help to maintain this beautiful place as a shrine to the pleasures of love and kindness."

"The whole world should have your attitude," Rita said, softly.

Rita hugged the Chinese girl who immediately covered her lips in a deep kiss. These two were hung up on each other. I liked that.

We continued our tour, of the house. We showed her the sound studio and the pool area, and the stairway to the upstairs apartment where Marie lived. From out on the kitchen balcony, you could see the boathouse with its apartment and the mechanical building with its apartment. Through the trees, the barn and stable were visible. Sandra's house sat beyond the corral and to the south, Gerald's house was discernable through the thick palmetto scrub. The fifty-two foot cruiser rocked gently tied to the pier on the river. Ming was most interested in the yacht and asked if we could go aboard.

Rita excused herself, leaving Ming and I alone to tour the boat. We walked slowly down the concrete path to the pier and out to the boat. I boarded first and held my hand out to steady Ming as she stepped aboard. She stepped up close to me and placed her hands flat on my chest.

Looking up into my eyes, she said, "I will serve you well."

I kissed her. She responded by pulling her body tightly against mine. I reached around her and picked her up. She weighed barely a hundred pounds. Her legs went around my waist, her arms around my neck, and she covered my face with kisses.

She released her grip and dropped to the floor. She pulled by the hand down the steps to the master stateroom and pushed me back on the bed. Quickly opening my fly, she extracted my prick and covered it with her mouth. She had learned the erotic art of sucking cock very well, for she expertly caressed me with her lips and tongue. Her hands played only a minor role in the pleasure she was inflicting on me. Her warm velvet mouth brought me to the brink of exploding and then let me drift back away from the edge again and again until she finally drew me deep and swallowed me whole. The wave crashed over me as I sent a long draughts of hot semen flooding her pulsating mouth. She carefully swallowed each thunderous offering without spilling a drop.

I pulled her face to mine and kissed her deeply, sending my tongue far into her mouth. My taste was strong in her mouth. We savored the kiss and dwelled on the moment.

"Do I please you, Sir?" she asked, demurely.

"Very much," I answered. "But you are not my servant, you are my friend. And you will be treated as such. Now, get your skinny butt up to the house, and lets go and find us some dinner."  

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The week flew by and it was Friday before I realized it. I was sitting out on the deck by the pool with Helen Blossom. We were plotting our next course of action on the Palm Coast Development. I was getting bored with the whole deal and from her tone of voice; Helen was on the verge of hysterics. She had been working her ass off and had made herself a small fortune. But like most businesses, it kept you so busy that you didn't have time to spend the money you made. I didn't have that problem because I let other people do most of the work while I sat on my butt.

I asked my friend if she thought she had enough stashed away to cover her expenses if she retired. She thought she might if she stayed in the house next door. But she wanted to see if I was interested in another house on the estate way over by the north wall, on the riverfront. I told her sure and asked if she had a plan in mind. As luck would have it, she and Camille had been plotting and scheming and a plan had been drawn for just such an occasion.

The plan was to use the same exterior stone as all the rest of the buildings on the property but to be very modern on the inside. They had priced it out and I had virtually no objection to the project. I proposed to her that I would build the house for her, and trade deeds for the house she lived in now. She objected due to the fact that the new house would cost over six times the worth of the old house.

"So, you give me a blow job and we'll call it even," I said.

"Deal," she said, and sucked me off right then and there. I hoped that Helen would never change.

Rita came bustling out to the pool and informed me that our guests were arriving. I didn't remember inviting anybody and when I looked stupid, she reminded me about Debbie and Steve. Feeling rather foolish, I jumped up and hustled to find a pair of pants and a shirt. 

Ming, Rita, and Camille ushered Debbie and Steve into the front foyer just as I made my appearance from the pool. Steve stalked over to me and extended his hand. I shook it and hugged Debbie. The girls were all a gaggle with suitcases and small talk. I indicated for Steve to grab his bag and follow me.

I showed him to Camille's old digs off the kitchen and when he was settled, we set out to tour the grounds. We ended up sitting on the front deck of the boathouse apartment, watching the sun sink in the western sky. Steve had set himself a goal to be an architect. I thought that was a splendid idea and offered to fund his schooling. He was most appreciative and told me he would repay me for the debt after he got himself set up. I told him that would be fine and we sat there on the deck until long after the sun had set. Our main topic of conversation was music.

The weekend ended much too quickly. Debbie was scheduled to do another production the following week so I invited Steve to spend more time at the estate. Camille and Rita were urging Debbie to take over the apartment over the boathouse. Steve was buzzed at the idea and pleaded with her to accept. Finally, Marie took her down to look at the place. They were gone for over two hours and when they returned, both of them were flushed and glowing, she agreed to take the apartment for the summer and then make a decision regarding any further stay.

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Epilog:

And so things went. All of my children and their mothers now resided at Islands Estates. Each of them had his or her, own agenda. We of course all lived in sin, engaging in all manner of perverted debauchery. Over the coming years, there would be visitors to the estate. Some would stay briefly, others longer, depending on their temperament.

Marie passed away from cancer in 1989, and was buried in the family plot with my parents and Louise.

We built Helen a fine new house facing the river and she is well and still enjoys a randy visit from yours truly upon occasion. Karen became a renowned ecologist and resides in Boca Raton, with her husband and two daughters. Whenever she comes to visit her mother, we get together and spend the night in carnal bliss. She has made her mother and me swear that we will never expose her to her family.

Billy Joe lives with Sandra, who is starting to show her age now. They are deeply committed to, and seldom stray from each other. Dennis has relocated back to Flagler beach, and teaches band at the high school. I think Marie had a lot to do with that. He suffered a tremendous loss when Marie died. So did we all.

Bobby Sue became pregnant with Steve's child and delivered him a fine son in 1991. They live in Blossom's house next door and are doing fine. Steve graduated from Jacksonville University with a degree in architecture and has his own business in St. Augustine.

Caroline joined my sister Dianne in New York and has taken an interest in the lingerie trade. Dianne is semi retired and has turned a great portion of the responsibilities over to her.

Rita, Camille, Ming, Debbie and I have been traveling. Some of our destinations included: Thailand, Ireland, England, Denmark, Scotland, Mexico and Costa Rica. Traveling with four females has interesting complications, especially if they are all oversexed and for the most part bi-sexual.

I got the bug to buy a new boat, so when we were in Costa Rica I found a one hundred ten foot, fiberglass hulled motor cruiser, that I just had to have. Powered by twin eight hundred horse v-twelve Perkins diesels, she was decked out with all the latest electronic gadgets. I dickered with the boatyard for over a week and came to an arrangement to pick the boat up and cruise back to Florida. I organized the transfer of funds and we all loaded aboard and set our course for home. 

We cruised northeast from Puerto Limon, Costa Rica to Morant Bay, Jamaica and refueled and took on provisions. Our next port of call was Jean Rabel, on the on the northern coast of Haiti. We spent two days enjoying the scenery and then cruised for Georgetown, Bahamas. The seas were calm and the company was marvelous. I had a captive audience of four beautiful and sexy females to keep me satisfied.

The next leg of our cruise took us to Biscayne Bay and a visit to the house dad and Jan had lived in. We stayed several days and made arrangements for some much needed repairs and then motored north and home to Islands Estates.

The folks at home were most impressed with the expensive yacht and wondered what in the world we needed with a boat that size. I told them it had been an impulse buy. Rita circled her ear with her finger, indicating that she thought I had gone astray. But she truly loved the huge vessel and we spent many months cruising off the eastern coast of our great country.

Life is quiet now at Islands Estates. We are all getting older and the kids have taken over much of the operation of the business and everyday happenings here.

I hope you have all enjoyed this tale of my strange and somewhat perverted and incestuous family. In following chapters, entitled Life Goes On, I'll relate some more of the interesting history of The Ellis Family, and Life At Islands Estates.