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In The Beginning Ch. 02

By: Tall_cool_one



We usually didn't take music jobs on nights before school days, but weddings paid well and the groom was the son of one of dad's old friends. Thus, I was really beat when I had to get up for school after spending the early morning hours with Karen. I knew this would be a long day as the anticipation of what was to happen later this afternoon started to build in my tired brain. Last night had been the first time Karen and I had any type of sexual contact after being best friends for years. I was traveling at light speed in my head but I just knew that the day would move like cold molasses.

After a quick shower and a bowl of hot oatmeal, I felt almost human and I headed out the door for my old Ford and the short drive to school. I climbed in under the wheel and turned the key as the smell of sex invaded me. I turned and looked down at the back seat and I could see the large, wet spot on the seat where Karen had flooded her female juices all over us. I felt a stirring in my pants. "Not now," I thought to myself, "we've got all day!"

I really liked school, but today would be a drag. I was hot and I was, of coarse, preoccupied with Karen. This I did not understand because I have been getting laid regularly since the band had started playing at the school dances. Not that I'm any kind of Casanova, I've just been lucky because I play guitar so well. Seems the "groupies" always go for the lead player. Karen had just been in a mood last night and now I was curious to see where this would go. She had turned up the heat last night, and I was still burning.

I had three classes before lunch, and two in the afternoon. Last period was English Class, with Ms. Stone. Now I'll tell you more about her later, but let me just mention that she is a fox. "Marie Baby," as the boys call her outside of hearing, always looks fine. She dresses like a queen and reeks of sensuality. I'd say she was forty, married, and made us all hope she hated her husband and wanted to fuck all of us before the end of the school year. I sat in the front row today, close to the door so, I could get out as soon as class was over, and hopefully beat the crowd in the hallway after class. Ms. Stone was wearing a shorter skirt the usual today, with smoky black hose, with the seams up the back, and a sheer blouse that left her black lacy bra clearly visible. I really didn't need any more encouragement than I already had, but she was turning me on, and it showed. As she sat on the corner of her desk, directly in front of me, her skirt rode up just high enough to show me the lace tops of her hose and just a brief glimpse of her sheer black panties. Instant Hard-On Time. I saw the corners of her beautiful mouth twitch up just enough to produce a smile when she looked down below the top of my desk, and saw the lump in my pants. I wanted to die, but the bell rang and I bolted for the door and was in the parking lot in record time.

The hard-on stayed with me all the way home and I went straight to my room to relax a little before Karen got home. I had to simmer down, so I took a shower and changed into some shorts and a sport shirt. I wanted to look my best for Karen. Karen always dressed nice, but not really sexy. She had perky little tits, a tight butt, great complexion, but had a plain face like the girl next door should have. But, she had made me really horny last night and now I wanted to fuck her more than any other girl I had ever met. Until yesterday this thought had not crossed my mind.

My room is in the basement of the house, where I had taken over the entire downstairs for a studio to practice music in with the band and alone. My dad had helped to make the floors as sound proof as possible and this was my sanctum sanctorum. A door open outside and up a couple of steps to where I parked my car, and just beyond that was the house where Karen lived with her mother Helen. I was playing softly on the guitar when Karen stuck her head in the door and said, "Give me a few minutes to change and then come on over. I want your young body!" The hard-on came back. I could feel my breath quicken. "Sure thing, Hon. I'll be there with bells on." I was hot.

I waited about fifteen minutes, in which my fingers couldn't find any of the right notes to play, and then crossed the narrow yard and entered Karen's house through the kitchen door. I walked to the hallway and turned to walk toward the bedrooms. In those fifteen minutes, Karen had transformed herself from the typical, Parochial High School uniformed senior, into a stunningly sluttish sex goddess. The hair was down around her shoulders, severe eye shadow, crimson lipstick, long silver earrings and chain around her waist. She wore a black 1/2 -cup lace brassiere, black lace garter belt and stockings, and black stiletto heels, and a smile. She stood in the hall in front of the door to her room. 

"It's time to fuck, big guy," she breathed as I closed the distance between us. 

As I picked her up to carry her into the room, our lips met in a crushing kiss. Our tongues met with a fury as they danced between our mouths. Her moan came from deep within and turned to a low growl into my mouth. I carried her into the room and stood her back on the floor. I touched both nipples at the same time and started to kiss her neck as I applied more pressure to her granite hard nubs. Her hands flew down the front of my shirt and it was on the floor within seconds. I helped with the button on my shorts and my cock stood proud and straight as her tiny hand closed over it. 

She pushed me back to the bed and as I sat down, she knelt between my legs and slowly stroked up and down my cock. My per-cum was oozing from the slit and her tongue soon took its' turn on my cock as she licked me from balls to tip. Her sweet hot cunt was pressed against the top of my foot and I could feel her juices flowing from her as she humped her clit over it. Her mouth slid down my entire length in one movement and she began the ever increasing, fuck motion with her head. I would not last long. I said, "Get up on the bed, I want to suck on your pussy."

"I thought you'd never ask," she moaned, "I'm just dripping."

She was right. As she lay back on the bed, I moved between her nylon clad thighs, and when I brought my face to her cunt, she was awash. I pushed her legs apart and started my assault on her flooded pussy. I touched her between her cunt and her ass-hole with the tip of my tongue and stroked slowly up the length of her slit. As my tongue came in contact her now fully extended clitoris, she exploded! Her orgasm wrenched out of her and her sweet woman cum flooded out onto my face and hands. I was drenched with her juices. She suffered through several aftershocks and each time more of her sweet nectar oozed out and down over her rosebud ass and onto the sheets. As she came back to earth, she pulled my face to hers and licked her discharges from my lips and cheeks. I had swallowed huge amounts of her juice and her flavor was in my mouth as she preened me as a mother cat does her kittens.

"I want your meat in me now, I want to feel your hot cum in my pussy. Hurry, I am so fucking hot!" she croaked.

I moved up into her and she was like a steaming caldron of desire as I slid home in one smooth push. "Oh my God!" she moaned, "fuck me hard, fill me, make me cum again!!" I pounded into her with all the strength I could find. Over and over again, I rammed my hard cock into her gushing pussy. "FUCK ME, FUCK MY CUNT, CUM IN ME!!" she cried.

I could go no longer, my cum blasted from my balls into her flooding hole with the most intense sensations I had ever felt. Again and again I pumped into her and each time she groaned her pleasure into my neck as she bit down as her orgasms hit her again and again.

The bed was soaked with our cum. The room smelled of sex. We were both exhausted. We kissed and came down from the sexual mountain we were on. "I'll be wanting some more of that," she whispered. "Not today," I said, "your mom will be home soon and I had better be gone when she gets here or she will want to know what's going on." 

I stood up and dressed and when I turned around, Karen had rolled over and had drifted off to sleep. She still wore the garter belt and stockings. She was lying in a huge wet spot on the sheets and a great milky glob, of cum was oozing from her pussy and dripping down the back of her thigh to the sheet. As I left the bedroom I turned to look at her sleeping backside and the cum stained bed. 

It was just a couple of minutes until Helen would be home and I needed to be some place else when she came in. As I stepped through the door into the kitchen, Helen opened the back door and smiled at me and said in her smooth sexy drawl, "Hi sweetie, how's your day goin'?" For the second time today, I wanted to die.

In The Beginning Ch. 03



"Uh, hi Helen," was all I could manage to say, "Um, I ah, was just heading home." I felt really lame, I didn't know how Helen was going to feel about what had just happened between her daughter and I, and I was also positive that I smelled. 

	Helen looked stunning, as always. Her fawn colored hair was teased, and fell passed her shoulders. Every hair was perfectly in place. Her make up highlighted her high cheekbones and her lips were dark burgundy. Her starched blouse was the same color as the lipstick and both her fingernails and toenails matched the blouse. She wore a very short, beige skirt that fit her soft round butt like a second skin. She carried a matching jacket over her arm and held her purse and car keys in the other. Helen moved like a gentle stream flowed. This is a graceful woman. I gotta quit thinking like this, my hormones are going to embarrass me.

	She stepped across to the center island and hung her jacket on the back of a bar stool and pulled the next one out. She sat her purse on the counter top and her keys next to it. She reached out and touched my forearm with her fingernail and said, "Why don't be a dear, and pour us a nice glass of wine and come sit with me for a few minutes, before you run away." "Um, sure Helen." I stammered, "What kind of wine would you like?" My arm ached from her touch, and I was nervous. Karen was asleep in her room lying in a pool of our fresh cum, and I smelled like pussy, and her mother wanted me to sit and drink wine with her. What next?

	I found two long stemmed wine glasses, located a fresh bottle of Merlot, got the cork screw from the drawer by the sink, and returned to the center island bar. Helen had slid up on the stool and her skirt rode high on her hips revealing the lacy tops of her suntan stockings. Her hose was the real shiny kind that shimmered as she moved. I could also see the garter straps and fasteners that held her stockings up. My hands were trembling as I fumbled with the corkscrew and it took a little extra time to pour the wine. I made a mental note that the wine was the same color as her lips when she took the first sip. "Sit next to me Hon," she cooed, "lets chat for a minute." I didn't feel much like conversation at the moment, I was getting a damp spot on the front of my shorts, partially from recently fucking Karen and now I was sure pre-cum from seeing Helens marvelous thighs.

	The only other stool at the island was the one that held her jacket. She turned on her stool. And moved her jacket to the counter top. As she turned, she uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way. Her nylons made that smooth hissing sound as she did that and her skirt rode up even higher on her thighs. She pulled a pack of cigarettes from her purse along with a gold lighter. She pulled out a smoke and pushed the lighter along the counter with her fingers and I picked it up and touched the flame to the tip. She inhaled deeply and tilted her head back. The smoke dribbled out of her mouth and she inhaled through her nose. After a brief pause, she slowly exhaled a plume of smoke into the air and held the cigarette up in her fingertips. She took another sip of the wine and looked straight into my eyes and said softly, "So how was your afternoon with Karen?"

	Talk about the direct approach. "Uh, real nice." I croaked. 

"You two were out kind of late last night." She said. I told her about playing music for the wedding and our walk down by the lake. "You must have had a lot to talk about. I heard you drive up around two o'clock. Karen didn't come in until after three."

	I think I started to shake again, I really wanted to duck out and go home but I guess I'd have to explain a few things before I was allowed to go. "Well, we kind of lost track of time. And we always have so much to talk about, you know." I said. Helen smiled now. She leaned over to me and kissed me softly on the cheek and said, "Not too much you can say when your mouth is full, is there? Karen and I don't have many secrets, Sugar, she told me all about it this morning. She also tells me she might have to help you clean your upholstery in your car."

	"She told you about that?" I whispered. 

	"Of coarse, I know about all of Karen's adventures, and she knows all about mine. We tell each other everything and it's so exciting for us. I taught her how to be a very good lover with both men and women. She is a very sensuous woman. We have even had the same man together." She took another drag from her cigarette. I could see her dark lipstick stain on the end of her cigarette, and her lip print on her wine glass. She stretched to put her cigarette out in the ashtray, turned toward me and smiled again, "We share a lot of things. We even share each other's bodies, Karen is a wonderful lover, and you probably have noticed how much her juices flow when you get her going. It runs in the family."

	"You shoot too?" I asked, "As much as Karen?"

	"I sure do, sweetie. Here give me your hand." She said. She uncrossed her legs, took my wrist, spread her legs wide and pulled my hand between her silken clad thighs. Her panties were the same color as the stockings, and absolutely soaked with her juices. The top of the barstool was flowing, and her nylon tops had become dark with her wetness. "If you touch my clit a couple of times right now, we'll have a puddle on the floor." She was right. I slipped a finger under the crotch of her panties and into her steaming pussy, then another and pushed against her clit with my thumb and she went off like a cannon. Juice flowed from her hot cunt in a torrent, over the palm of my hand, and quickly was dripping off my elbow onto the floor. Her climax lasted for what seemed like two or three minutes. She groaned as she came, and clamped her legs around my hand and arm as she nearly passed out from the sensations of her orgasm.

	As she came back to reality, I held her up on the stool. She took a long sip of wine, reached for another cigarette, waited for me to light it and said, "See, I told you. Bye the way, thanks for that, I don't date much. You're a nice guy and I'm really glad you and Karen are so close."

	"Helen," I said, "Care to tell me why you don't go out more often? Someone as hot looking as you shouldn't have a problem finding dates."

	"Tell you what sweetie, you run along home and have yourself a nice shower. You smell like Karen's pussy, and now mine. I need to clean myself up a bit too. I'll find us another bottle of wine and bring it along. May I smoke in your house?" she asked.

	"No problem, you can do anything you want to at my place." I replied. "I would like to talk to you a little about Karen anyhow. See you shortly."

	I backed out the door and started across the drive to my door. My dick had been hard so many times that day I couldn't remember them all. I was now in a state of complete sexual arousal, and I didn't even have a steady girl. Since the band had started playing school dances a few months earlier, I had been sucked and fucked by more girls than I new names for. I am 6'-3" tall, weighed 205, brown hair, blue eyes, not at all in shape, and I had more pussy than I needed or wanted. I figured that graduation was in about four more weeks and I had to make a few decisions about the future. The only thing I was sure of, I played the guitar very well and music would somewhere figure in the equation.

	The house I had lived in my whole life was huge. My dad is a successful building contractor, and he built this house for my mother over forty years ago. Mom died when I was eleven from cancer. I have a sister who is twenty years older than me and she lives in New York. Dad and I have lived here with the housekeeper and her daughter for a while until she went to college. Now it's just dad, dad's very rotund, black housekeeper Louise, and me. I have taken over the entire basement floor of the house for my living area and studio. Dad spent a fortune having the whole place soundproofed and fitted with all the creature comforts I could have asked for. Huge bedroom and dressing area with a sunken Jacuzzi bathtub, small kitchenette, and direct entrance outside so as not to have to come through the main house at all hours. I love my dad. He really helps me a lot. I have studied hard and always brought home good grades, I don't do drugs and I have his total respect and trust for that. He'd probably die if he knew how much pussy I was getting.

	I headed for the shower, no time to fill the tub now. I stripped out of my clothes. My shorts had a large cum stain in front and they were soggy in the crotch. What an afternoon. The hot water felt great as I lathered up and let the spray beat down on my tired body. I quickly shampooed my hair and stepped out onto the cool tile and dried myself off with a huge pink towel. I must mention to Louise that green or blue would be much better than pink in my bathroom. I wrapped the towel around my waist, brushed my hair and teeth, and found a cold brew in the fridge in my little kitchen. I flopped down on one of the three big, overstuffed sofas in the studio, took a big pull off the beer and picked up my old flat top and started to play a few chords. Another sip of the beer and I was starting to relax a bit.

	I must have dozed off. When I awoke, it was dark outside. It took me a minute to adjust to the dark. I stood and walked over to the soundboard, reached behind it on the wall and turned the dimmer up a little on the recessed lights that lit the studio. As I turned back around, I saw Helen sitting on one of the other couches with a glass of wine in her hand. I could smell smoke in the air so I knew she had been there for a while. "Nice package." She smiled and pointed at my naked cock as I became aware that the towel had evidently dropped off while I was dozing. Why is my dick always the main topic of conversation these days? "Shit." I said. She giggled and replied, "Nope, it looks like a pecker to me."

	I reached for the towel and pulled it back around my waist and tucked it in. I again looked at Helen. She had on a floor length, black silk, shiny robe tied at the waist with a wide red sash. Her legs were crossed and the robe parted all the way to her hip so one long shapely, very naked leg was visible with a clear plastic stiletto dangling from her toes. She smiled again and simply said, "Get yourself another beer, and let's talk."

	I grabbed the brew, sat on the opposite end of the sofa facing Helen. By this time, Mr. Johnson is starting to make the big tent in the towel. "So, tell me your story."

	She sipped from the wine glass and set it down on the table in front of the sofa and lit herself a fresh smoke and started. "As you know, I got pregnant with Karen when I was just fifteen. Her father was twenty- three and I loved him with every fiber in me. My parents were against our relationship from the first day. I should have listened to them. I lied to them and snuck out of the house every time they turned around and I let him fuck me senseless. He was my first and I was hooked on him. He was hansom, smart, had money and a nice car, and he treated me like a lady. He taught me about sex, how to dress to look hot, and how to please him in every way. When we found out that I was pregnant, he told me I was stupid for not protecting myself, and that I should get an abortion. He even volunteered to pay for it. I had to tell my folks and at first, they were furious. My father pitched a fit, but later he was my best friend. I went to live with my aunt Jean until Karen was born, then moved back home so mother could help with the baby while I finished school. After graduation, I continued on to community college where I studied to be a legal secretary. I started with the lawyers I work for now and have stayed with them for all these years. I handle their whole office staff and pretty much have their absolute respect. That's where I met your folks. Your father's business is one of our clients. Your dad told us about our house next door and even helped us to get it financed. I have never fucked anyone in the office, or one of our clients. I make a lot of money now, I know just scads of people and I just get along with everybody."

	She paused as if to think, sipped her wine and lit another smoke. "I have never really told anyone this story before. Never had a reason to, or anyone that wanted to hear it. Am I boring you?" she said.

	I had relaxed a little now, and I was really interested in her story. Her voice was low and sultry as she spoke and I could tell she had a lot of memories coming to the top that had not been there for some time. "Bore me, you are so beautiful inside. You are so beautiful outside. Bore me to tears!"	

	"I do the clubs now and them when I get the itch. I'm careful not to fuck anybody I know and not to get too close. I hated men and never wanted to have sex again after what Ted did to me. I masturbated a lot and that seemed to help. I was always squirter. I have to wear a pad whenever I go out or I will soak everything I have on when I get turned on. That turns a lot of guys off right away, the pad I mean." She giggled. Some men can't handle the gusher when I cum. It's hard sometimes to figure it all out. I learned about women from your older sister."  "WHAT?" I interrupted. "My sister Dianne? The one who lives in New York?"

	"How many sisters do you have?" she asked

	"Just one. This I have got to hear about." I said

	"Shortly after we moved in next door, I saw Dianne out front of your house. She was home for a visit. I invited her over for a drink. Dianne is so sexy, tall, big everywhere, tits, ass long legs. Just everywhere sexy." She's right I thought, Dianne is 5'-11", around 180 pounds and stacked. She owns her own mail order lingerie business in New York that specializes in lingerie for plus size women. And she is a millionaire. "We talked for hours and she told me about her business and showed me some of her catalogues and before you know it, she was showing me her hot crotch-less panties she had on and how her pussy was so wet from all the talk about her lingerie. I mentioned how wet that I got when I got turned on and first thing you know, she had her face in my cunt drinking from me like a fountain. I ate my first pussy that day and I love to do it every chance I can, although, I consider myself bi and not at all a lesbian. Your sister is bi also, she loves to suck cock and fuck around, although, she confessed that she really likes to have boy toys rather than older guys. She says you youngsters have so much more stamina. I must agree with her on that. Have you ever seen her naked?"

	I told her no, she had gone to college before I was born and off to New York from there. I spent many vacations and holidays with Dianne, but I guess I really didn't know her after all. I'll have to do something about that in the future. "Tell me about you and Karen."	

	"Karen and I have always been open with each other. We were never bashful around the house and we've seen each other naked from the time we moved next door. Karen has a great body developing and will still fill out more, as she gets older. Her facial features reflect her father more than mine. When she puts on the war paint though, she can dazzle you. When she was sixteen, she started talking about the boys, and asked to go on the pill. It made sense so I agreed. She lost her cherry to Tommy Mason from school and she was hooked just like me. But she wasn't in love, just heat. That's when she became aware of her ejaculation problem. Some of you guys can't handle the floods like others. I taught her the things she could do to help and showed her how I also flooded everything when I came. She was astounded the first time she watched me masturbate and cum all over the place. It was only moments before she was licking cum off my fingers and then had her face in my pussy sucking like mad. We've had many happy hours with each other and even fucked a guy I met at a club one night. We both nearly drowned the poor man. Bye the way Sweetie, I sucked your yummy cum out of her pussy after you left the house earlier. You taste real good, Sugar." She smiled again as I started to rise under the towel again.

	"Does Karen know where you are now?" I asked. "Did you tell her about us in the kitchen?"

	"Oh yes," she said, "I also told her I wanted you alone tonight and if you wanted, we could do you together sometime. Would you like that?"

	"Jesus, Helen, you know it. I just don't want to fuck up my friendship with Karen." I moaned, "She turned up the juice pretty high last night, and I just don't know what to think."

	"Karen has watched you getting a lot of new attention lately. She just wanted to share in the joy. She's not looking for a husband, or even a steady boyfriend. She likes you a lot, and even if I am prejudiced, she fucks like a mink." Came her reply.

	Her robe was now open nearly to the waist in front and my cock was at full attention. I leaned over and reached my hand inside her robe and lifted her heavy breast in my hand and kneaded it slowly. She leaned her head back against the sofa and closed her eyes. "And just how do you fuck, Helen?" I asked softly as I rose to move closer to her. My lips moved to cover hers, her mouth opened and her tongue found mine, and she growled into my open mouth. 

	She pulled back and whispered, "Why don't we just find that out?"










In The Beginning Ch. 04



Helen stood up and pulled the red sash that held her robe together. She simply shrugged her shoulders and the shiny black satin robe pooled on the floor around her clear stiletto heels. This would be the first time I have seen Helen completely naked. She was full and soft. My eyes must have telegraphed my approval of her appearance because she smiled. The hair on her pussy is the same light sandy brown as on her head. She did not shave, and her pink lips peeked through her bush and I could see clear droplets of her nectar and the shine on her inner thighs where she had been leaking as we had talked. Her areolas were very large, dark and her nipples were diamond hard from the material of her robe.

She reached her hands out to me and pulled me to my feet. She walked me to the bedroom and said, "You just crawl up on the bed, on your tummy, and let Miss Helen show you the way to heaven, Baby Boy."

As I lay down on my stomach on the bed, she got one of those big pink bath towels from my bathroom. I felt her get on the foot of the bed. She touched the bottom of my foot with her tongue and she licked her way from my toes to my heel in a single slow sensual stroke. I am not ticklish on my feet but the feeling was sublime. Her fingers began a slow massage on my heels and she trailed her tongue up the back of first one calf then the other, followed by her fingers, her nails, and her nipples. My skin was alive with her touch.

Her travels took her up the back of my legs to the cheeks of my skinny butt. She licked, stroked, breathed her hot breath, and slid her hot nipples all over me. As she moved up, I felt the scalding juices from her leaking pussy dripping on the back of my legs and my cock was as hard as granite. She moved back to my ass, and pushed my kegs apart so she could lick between my cheeks. Her tongue found my hole and she rimmed it with ever increasing pressure until her tongue slipped through the outer ring. This was the first time a woman had ever stuck her tongue in my ass, and I loved it. She soon replaced her tongue with her finger and pushed in until she had it all the way in. Slowly she twisted her hand back and forth and I thought I was going to pass out from sensation. "Keep that up," I groaned, "and we'll be needing that towel to clean up the bed."

I heard her chuckle and she said, "Roll over on your back and lets see what we can do to keep your cum from going to waste." I rolled over and she touched the tip of my aching cock with a fingernail and just barely moved it. I whispered, "I'm so close to cumming." She lifted my cock off my belly and slid her open hand under it and moved it down to the base and back up again without closing her fingers over it. I was trembling, as I grew closer to orgasm. She leaned over me and touched the tip of her tongue to the very end of my cock. Slowly she wrapped her fingers around me. Her breath on my cock head was hot. She raised her head up just a bit and looked into my eyes as she started to move her hand up and down.

From deep in her throat she breathed, "Give your cum to Helen, Baby Boy, let it go for me. I want every drop." Her motion increased and I could refuse her no longer. "OH DEAR GOD!" I moaned, "MMMMMMMMMMMMPHHHHHHH!" My first surge shot from my cock and landed directly between my nipples, the second surge sent a huge stream straight up my belly and splashed up onto Helen's chin, after that, my eyes were closed so tightly I don't know where things went. Helen's hand was covered in cum. She had cum on her face and in her hair, and on her tits. As I collapsed back on the bed, she began to lick the great globs of semen off my chest and stomach. She licked her fingers and hand and cleaned the droplets from her tits and my cock. All the while, Helen is telling me, "You taste wonderful, I told you we wouldn't waste any of it on the sheets." I had to agree, she hadn't wasted a drop.

She moved up next to me, and I kissed her deeply, our tongues wrestled with each other and I could taste my discharge on her lips and in her mouth. Helen is one hot female. We lay together for a short time, feeling the afterglow. I started to tease her nipples with my fingers and soon took them each in turn into my mouth. Her breasts were full but not huge. Just right for her size and very firm. She is very sensitive and soon she was moaning with pleasure as I continued to minister to her very hard nipples. I kissed my way down her belly and was about to crawl between her legs when she said, "Better put the towel under me. Remember how much I squirt." I really didn't care, but I did have to sleep in this bed tonight so I spread the towel and then her legs, and then the sweet lips of her cunt, and them I touched my tongue to her lips. The resulting whimper of approval was the signal that her juices were about to flow.

And flow they did. I licked up to her hood, and sucked her hard button out into my hungry mouth and flicked it about four times. Helen ground her heels into the bed, pushed her pelvis up forcing her pussy against my face and exploded into river of molten love juice. My face was drenched. It ran down my chin and poured onto the towel. I drank of it until I could drink no more. "SWEET JESUS," she howled, "OOOOOHHHHH BABY BOY, AAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH." She pushed up even higher, "Suck my hot cunt, Lover. Make me cum. Make me come hard. Ooh yes, do my pussy good. Fuck me now, I want to feel your cock in me. Make me your bitch." How could I refuse? I moved between her legs and slammed my prick into her balls deep in one stroke and she went off again. "MMMMMMMMMPPPPHHHH" She fucked back with all her strength, "FUCK MEEE!!"

I did. I pounded into her with all the force I could summon. Again and again I slammed into her. Each time she slammed back. We were awash in her juices, and slippery with our sweat and we fucked and fucked. No love here, just hot, hard, animal sex. I felt my load building. It started in my balls and roared like a locomotive up through my pounding cock and blasted into her screaming pussy in great steaming streams of passion. It filled her cunt and gushed out of her all over us as her own flow continued to seep out and onto the now completely soaked towel and bedding.

I rolled off Helen and lay on my back gasping to recover my breath. My heart was beating so hard I could feel it pulse in my head. Helen was exhausted. We lay unmoving for many minutes. Slowly our breathing became more normal and the heart rate slowed. Helen propped herself up on her elbow and looked into my eyes. "Well, how do I fuck?" She asked. "Is that what you called that?" I asked back. "So I'm told." She said. "It would seem as though I have been misled. I have had sex quite a few times in my young life and was told it was fucking. Never have I had sex like that." I said. "Sex is sex, making love is just that, but fucking has got to be hot. That was hot my Tall Cool friend, and that was good fucking." She replied. "Was it that good when you fucked Karen this afternoon?" Talk about the direct approach, "It was good, different, she might have sex more often than you do, but you are far more passionate than she is." I said to her.

"Tell me about the nick name, Tall Cool One. Where did that come from?" Helen asked.

"Well, as you know, Louise, our housekeeper, has lived here since dad & mom were married.  Dad built this house for mom over forty years ago. Louise has a daughter, Camille, who is older than me. Twenty-five, I guess. I don't ever remember that Louise was married, and Camille has never mentioned her father. When I was little, Louise called me Little Cool One. I was always tall for my age and after a while, when Louise would call me Little Cool One, Camille would say, "No mama, he's too tall." So when I was about twelve, Louise started to call me Tall Cool One. Camille was seventeen and I was taller than she was and the name just hung on. Most of the guys just call me Tall, or Tall Cool. The theme song we wrote for the band is called Tall Cool One. That's the story of the name." I explained.

"You're still Baby Boy to me." She said as she kissed me on the forehead. "Tomorrow is a work day and you have school, so sleep tight. I'm going back to the house and see if Karen wants to suck your cum out of my pussy like I did her. Sleep well, I want some more of what we had tonight, we are good together."

She pulled her robe on, picked up her shoes on her finger, waved and stepped out the door. What a day!! I will never be the same again. I have had some strange sexual experiences in my young life but today was a milestone. I was completely drained, physically, and emotionally. I crawled into the shower, dried off with a pink towel, I have got to talk to Louise about that, and decided to sleep on a sofa in the studio, the bed is too soaked with pussy juice and cum to sleep in it. How am I ever going to explain that to Louise?

Tomorrow will be another day!



In The Beginning Ch. 05



I felt the hand gently shaking my shoulder. "Time to wake up Tall, you still have a few more weeks of school left and then you can sleep your days away." It was Louise, our housekeeper. "What went on around here last night? It looks like you had an orgy, but there was only two of you."

As consciousness slowly seeped into my sleeping brain, last night started to creep back into focus. "What are you talking about, Louise?" I mumbled, as it started to all come back to me.

"This place smells like a bordello, and just look at the bed, and those good towels. My God, Tall, you'd think all I had to do was pick up after you and forget all about the rest of this big old house." She complained.

"About the towels, sweetie, is there any chance that we can recycle the pink ones and make them come back another color? ANY COLOR?" I moaned, as I tried to get my head under the covers and avoid the sunbeam, which was invading my domain. "I had a rough night last night. I don't suppose you find a little mercy and understanding in your heart, and find me some coffee?" She tapped me on the head, lifted the blanket off my head and said, "Yass Massa, here's yo coffee." I hate it when she does that. Louise is my very best, all time good buddy, can't get along without you friend in the whole world. "Louise I love every square inch of you!" I said, sitting up and taking the proffered cup of steaming coffee. "No smart cracks about my weight, Virgil Jr.!" she whined. Now I was in deep shit. Louise is sensitive about her size. Word is she was a knockout before Camille was born. She still is beautiful, but now quite large. "Sorry Louise that was not meant to be a wise crack." I apologized.

"Look Tall, I really need a few minutes of your time this afternoon when you get home, and your father wants you to have dinner with us here tonight. Think we can work it out?" she asked.

"No problem, I'll be home before three, I have some studying to do for finals and I have got to start on my term paper for Ms. Stone's class. I would also like to talk a couple of ideas over with dad later after dinner too." I said, as I stood up to head for the shower.

"Great day!!!! Tall, I haven't seen anything like that in a long time. Very nice indeed." Louise said. It was then that I felt the breeze on my very erect morning piss hard on. I realized that I had neglected to put anything on before I went to sleep last night. Louise reached her soft black hand out and cradled my hard prick. Her plump fingers wrapped around it but not far enough to touch her thumb. "Oh my sweet Little Cool One, it's been so long." She whispered as she gently started to stroke me. 

"Louise, I really gotta take a leak, and I don't think you better keep that up, if you know what I mean."

She sighed and dropped her hand to her side and looked me. I could see tears welling up in her eyes, and sadness that I had never seen before. "We'll talk when I get home from school. Thanks for waking me and bringing me the coffee, you're my life saver."

"I love you Tall Cool." She said as she turned and headed towards the stairs up to the house, "See you after school."

The last month of high school, before graduation, can be a real grind. My band had music jobs booked three of the four weekends, and then we didn't know what was going to happen. Al, our drummer, and Terry, our rhythm guitar player, were both planning on college in the fall, and Dennis, our bass player, was traveling with his dad for six weeks up north somewhere. I had no concrete plans, for the summer, but was hoping to spend some time with sister Dianne, in New York. I really wanted to pursue music. I didn't know what my dad had in mind, but I was hoping he would not make too big a fuss if I did not want to join him in his contracting business until I had a chance to see if I could make my talent pay off. I wanted to prove to myself that it was possible to make a living playing music. I might fall on my ass, but hey, it's my ass. My family had more money than we could ever spend, but I had never been part of earning it so, I didn't feel it was up to me to spend too much of it until I earned some on my own. Although, I have everything I have ever wanted, and a lot of things I really never needed, but I always got good grades in school, took hard classes, and my dad never has refused me a reasonable request. I was soon to find out my life was about to change.

School was a blur this day. Everybody was excited about getting their yearbooks, and signing each other's so as to always be remembered. Class rings were to be delivered. Caps and gowns to be fitted, class pictures to share, and of coarse, finals. I have excellent retention so with a very minimum of study I had no fear of any of my class final exams. My only sticky point was the term paper I would be writing for our beloved English teacher, Ms. Stone. Ms. Stone is an icon in this school, she is beautiful, the most intelligent person you will ever meet, and a very demanding teacher. She expects each of her students to do their best and she grades according to your ability, not necessarily according to what you know. Creativity will get you everywhere. I wanted to be particularly creative with this paper this year because she had been very inspiring to my music as she had organized the talent contest at the school that my band had first entered, and won, which started us on our way with our playing music in places other that at the school.

My theme was going to be how the music had influenced me and changed my perspective on life. I also wanted to somehow include how an obviously out of shape, tall, eighteen year old, suddenly became the apple of so many female eyes, simply because I could play the guitar. Now, I am no rock star here, just a good sideman. I play solid. I know tons of songs, and I sing good harmony. I learned to fuck when I was fifteen, learned what to say to women to keep them interested, don't really care what size, shape, or color they are, just that they are interesting and not too stupid. Being stupid will get you into trouble, and I don't need any trouble. I want to impress this lady because she impresses me.

I drove home thinking about the events of the last couple of days and had to shake my head. Things were happening at light speed and I really had to slow down until after school was out. I didn't see much hope in that though. As I pulled into the yard, Karen walked over to my car as I got out, stood on her tiptoes and gave me a warm kiss. Smiling, she asked, "Well, did you enjoy fucking my mother last night? She ate your cum out of my pussy before she went over to your place and when she came home, I returned the favor. You must have been good, she was wiped out when she got home."

Ever the suave diplomat, I used my absolute best charm, hugged her close and crooned in her ear, "Your mother is fantastic, you are superb. I was totally exhausted after she left me last night. I can only dream of having the two of you together some day. You are the two most exciting sexual creatures I have ever met. And I want more of you both. But, we have got to be cool until after finals or neither of us will graduate. I have music on the weekends, and I have a paper to write that's going to take some time, and I know you're in the same boat as me." I walked her over to her door and kissed her again. She cupped my stiffening cock through my jeans and smiled. "Mama wants us to all fuck together too." She said, "I can't wait, I want to watch you fuck her and I want to suck her juices while your dick is in her pussy and ass hole. She loves it up the ass, you know. Call me later." She smiled as she opened the door and disappeared into their house. Damn, another hard-on and now Louise wants to chit-chat. I really need a rest.

I opened the door and stepped into my studio. Louise had done her patented perfect job of restoring normalcy to my humble digs. Let it suffice to say, my little studio and apartment is done up nicely, and I am sure my dad spent a fortune on the carpeting and paneling, and all the soundproofing. I have a fireplace in the bedroom, and the bathroom has a Jacuzzi tub as well as a large shower. I have a king size soft side waterbed, and indirect lighting throughout. Some spot lighting in the studio, a twenty channel stereo mixer board and two, sixteen track studio recorders. Big screen TV, surround sound and all the video goodies.  There is enough furniture in the sitting room and studio to furnish a house, and it's all top shelf. I hardly ever use most of it, but it's nice to know my dad wants me to be comfortable. I am comfortable. I looked in the bathroom and was pleased to note the pink towels were no longer to be found, and some big fluffy red ones were in their place. I also noticed that Louise had cleaned up the mess in the bed and had put black satin sheets and pillowcases on. I must now grovel at her feet and pay homage and gratitude for her special attention. I also took note of some extra hand towels on the floor next to the bed. Good girl.

I grabbed a Pepsi from my fridge and headed up the stairs to find Louise and see what she had on her mind and thank her for cleaning up after Helen and me.

Louise was in the den looking at some old photos in a tattered old scrapbook. She was wearing a green dress, cut very low and her huge tits were very much in evidence. She had done her hair up neatly in a swirl on the back of her head and for the first time in my memory, she even had a little make-up on. She looked very nice. "Come over and sit with me, Tall. I want to share some things with you that only I can tell you about. You might not believe what I am going to tell you, but I think it's so important you know before your father comes home tonight and tells you of his plans." I am now confused. Louise and I are close as paint and the wall. This is the first time I can ever remember that she was going to confide her secrets in me. I have told her a few of mine and she has never sold me out to the old man. I moved over to the sofa and sat down next to her, close enough to smell her perfume and touch her hip with mine.

She opened the cover of the old scrapbook and began to slowly unravel the story of our lives:

"Some of what I am going to tell you may change how you feel about everyone in this family, I hope that is not he case. I hope that you are rational enough to try and think how we felt as we grew up and I don't want you to feel badly of others for not telling you about some of the things that happened many years ago. My only regret is that I am the person telling you, and not your beautiful mother."

"Your mother and I were born six days apart, in the same house. My mother worked for your grandparents as their housekeeper, and nanny for their children. Her pregnancy happened as a result of a one-night stand with the man who delivered the ice to the house each morning. She never married, same as me. 

She told me many times, she never had any regrets for what she did, nor have I. We grew up together and were best friends for our entire lives. Your mother and I shared everything, clothes, books, sickness, love, sadness, and later I'll tell you about the man we shared. When we turned about sixteen, we started to experiment with our sexuality. We would fantasize about how we would treat our men when we dated and practiced kissing each other and before you knew it, we started to explore each other's bodies. We soon became lovers and there was no boundary we wouldn't cross. Our love lasted until her death, and there is an emptiness in me that can never be filled."

"We started dating boys at the same time and soon we were sharing or exploits with each other as we would make love together. We would get so hot, our lovemaking would continue long into the night. Our mamas never found out about us. It was our secret. Your grandfather on your mama's side started the huge contracting business your father now owns. He had plenty of money and your mother and I grew up as his children, equals in his eyes. He had no favorites and we had everything children could want, in those days. As teen-agers, we started to buy frilly clothes and soon we had quite a collection of sexy clothes and underwear, and we always dressed as much like sluts as we dared, when we left the house to go on dates. I think grandpa would have died had he seen what we had on underneath our dresses. We were way ahead of our time."

"Grandpa would bring home his employees for dinner once in a while and on one particular evening, he brought a man home who was an engineer he had recently hired. This man had many new ideas for construction that fascinated him and he wanted to get to know him on a more personal level. This man was Virgil Ellis, your father. He was thirty years old, twelve years older than Grace and me. He was very tall, 6'-3", ruggedly handsome, and smiled all the time. Grace and I were both so wet when we went to bed that night that we made love for hours. Virgil came to the house many times and soon he asked Grace to go out and grandpa nearly had a stroke but said OK. They dated for almost a year and he asked her to marry him. I was devastated. I thought that I would be losing my lover, and I was a real bitch. Grace asked me to be her maid of honor. I wanted to kill her but I said I would do it but if she ever left him, I wanted him for myself."

"After their marriage, Grace and your dad moved into an old house about a mile from here, and grandpa found the property where this now house sits, and helped your dad to buy it. Your dad designed this house and grandpa said it was too small so things got bigger and bigger until here you have it. Fourteen rooms all on one floor, including the four-room apartment where I lived at first. Garage, big enough for four cars, and the 6500 square foot basement where your studio and apartment is. The five rooms in the attic were finished off later, for your sister to have her privacy, and later Camille lived up there. This house took over two years to build and it nearly killed grandpa with the expense, because most of the ideas for finishing the inside were his. Nothing was too for expensive for his daughter and her husband. The original seven acres is still in tact, except for the house and lot next door that he sold to Helen Blossom and her daughter. Grace became pregnant during this time and the house was just barely livable when your sister Dianne was born. Grace had a terrible pregnancy. I was with her almost every day. She begged Virgil to let me move in with them after the baby was born and they moved into the new house. He readily agreed and the apartment was finished in record time and we all moved in here together."

"Not long after Dianne was born, your mother slipped into a nasty, post natal depression, and withdrew from almost everything. I took care of the baby and tried to do the best I could with your mother. It was apparent that she would need some professional care and she was soon seeing a psychiatrist. Our lovemaking had stopped by now and she had pulled completely away from your dad. I held her in my arms for many, many hours, both day and night. Your dad threw himself into the business and spent more time away from us. I cried with Grace and yelled at her, I tried to make love to her and told her she needed her little ass whipped. All of this was to no avail. About a year after her depression started, Virgil came home from the work one night, drunk as a skunk. He staggered into the bedroom and demanded that Grace take care of him. I excused myself but as I was about to leave the room, he grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him, he stared straight into my soul and told me that if Grace didn't do him that night that he was going to wake her up by taking me right there in front of her. Grace said he wouldn't dare. He was in such a rage at this time that he put his hands to the front of my night-dress, and in one swoop, he ripped it from me. I screamed once and I saw his big hand come up to slap me and I stopped screaming. 

"Grace jumped from the bed and tried to hit him. He shrugged her off, and pushed me back to the bed. He fell on top of me and started to kiss me violently. I was really afraid he would hurt Grace, so I resigned myself to let him take me and worry about the consequences later. Grace tried to pull him off me again, and he pushed her down beside me and started to tear her gown away from her breasts. I knew that everything was wrong, but I wanted your father so badly, I pulled him away from your mother and started to kiss him again. He returned his attention to me again and Grace was able to crawl to the other side of the bed. I could feel his hard cock against my leg and I felt my juices starting to flow. Soon I reached between us tried to open his belt but he was just too heavy. I begged him to take his clothes off and fuck me. He climbed off the bed and pulled his pants off and his shirt over his head. His cock was as hard as steel and I knew I wanted him. He mounted me like a stallion, slamming into me with a vengeance. He pumped into my cunt again and again pushing me farther across the bed and closer to Grace with each stroke. Soon our faces were only inches apart and her eyes were wide open and shining, clear as the eyes of an eagle. She put one hand on each side of my face and asked me where she had been. All I could do was moan as Virgil continued his assault on my hot wet cunt. She opened her mouth and covered my lips with hers and her tongue came alive in my mouth. Soon she was sucking on my nipples, and the next thing I knew, her face was between our legs and she was sucking and licking Virgil's cock with each back thrust he made. She pushed a finger up Virgil's upturned ass hole, and another up mine. We became a twisted wreck in the bed, looking for someplace to happen. I came over and over, and Virgil finally pumped a massive load of cum into my contracting pussy and crashed off the bed onto the floor."


"Grace cried into my breasts and sobbed and apologized for being so stupid. All I could do was sooth her and tell her it was all right, and not to worry. She moved between my legs and sucked our mingled juices from my oozing hole as I in turn sucked her to the first of several orgasms. We heard Virgil moaning from the floor and we both pulled him up onto the bed and cleaned his now flaccid pecker off with our tongues. We didn't know if he would remember in the morning, but we sucked him off together and shared his cum back and forth twice again that night."

I could not believe what I had been hearing from Louise. I had figured the old man had fucked around but this was a little sordid. Louise was lost in the story and I was not about to ask any questions until she had time to tell it all. I felt she had some demons that had to be freed and this was the perfect time to let them go.

Louise's eyes were dancing as she continued, "What happened next gets a little weird. Grace had seemingly recovered from her depression, but she was strangely different. She obsessed over Dianne. She started buying her everything in sight. Toys, clothes, you name it. She and I and Virgil had started sleeping together, and we were again making love whenever your dad was not around. She felt good again but we kept talking about how turned on we had both been the first night we had fucked Virgil together. The violence had made us both crazy with lust. We started planning a way to replay that night again, but it would be in reverse this time, we would attack your dad."

"During our shopping trips into town, we bought new clothes for ourselves, and soon our wardrobes started to fill the closets in the house. Some of the clothes we bought were very provocative. I had started to fill out by now, not fat, that started after I had Camille. Your mother weighed about 115 pounds to my 135. Her bust was about 35C and mine was 40D. Virgil spent a lot of time sucking on our tits, and we enjoyed it. We began to visit one particular little lingerie boutique. I needed to find brassieres in a little bigger size, and I was looking for something with a little more sex appeal. Grace asked the sales girl if she had any ideas on the subject, and we were told that they had a special department that dealt with the more mature fashions associated with being sexy. We, of coarse, just had to see what they had and that's when the lingerie started to become an issue in our love lives. We ordered crotch-less panties, bras with exposed nipples, bras that pushed up from the bottom and had no tops. Garter belts, g-strings, every kind of stocking you can imagine. Peignoirs, and teddies, and corsets, and stiletto heeled shoes of all styles and colors. And then it started to get kinky when we discovered the leather and vinyl stuff. And hand cuffs, and paddles and whips, and the jewelry we found that made you look sexy was amazing, and it's all still in this house. I can't wear the old things, but I've gotten many new items from you sister and still love the feel of sexy lingerie"




In The Beginning Ch. 05



I was starting to get a hard cock by now and I had no idea what was to come next. I was fascinated by the way Louise was opening up to me, but was sad to hear that my mother had not been well. I was to hear a lot more about that later but all the sex talk was most interesting. I had never heard Louise using four letter words before. I'll bet she was one red hot mama in those days and I figured that I was about to hear some of the story.

"Getting back to our plan to get even with your father for his behavior," she continued, "we started planning a way to catch him with his guard down and tie him up to the bed. We figured a Saturday evening would be best, because he should be home earlier than on a weeknight. We had been trying on different outfits for our seduction, and settled on identical ones except for the color. Grace wore black, and I wore white. We contrasted nicely, and looked like to expensive whores. There's a Polaroid Picture here in my scrap book, see?"

She rested the photo album on my lap, and pointed to a picture of herself and mother, each wearing their lingerie. They were both young and beautiful. Louise being extremely dark skinned, her white bra, panties, stockings, garter belt and shoes, were a sharp contrast. Mom looked almost alabaster, and her black outfit was a reverse image of Louise'. They were embracing each other and each of them had a hand between the others legs cupping her pussy. There were also a couple of other Polaroid's of them in other sexual positions, including a hot sixty-nine shot. I wanted to ask who took the pictures, but figured it must have been dad on another occasion. "We wore elegant dinner dresses over our fuck-me undies, and we had placed some braided satin ropes and a blindfold in the drawer in the night stand by the bed. Grace also had a small butt plug, and a vibrating dildo in the drawer which she intended to use."

Louise shifted her weight on the sofa pulling her leg up and turned her body to face me. Her knee was now against my hip and I could look directly at her exposed cleavage, which seemed to want spill over the top of her low cut dress. I decided that Louise was a very alluring and sexy large black lady. As she moved, the scrapbook rubbed over my cock, and I must have moaned out loud because Louise looked at me and then at my lap and smiled. "Sorry Honey," she said, "this story must be making you uncomfortable." "No," I said, "it's just so sexy that I can't help being stimulated. I had no idea about any of this. I've had a few things happen over the past couple of days and I've stayed aroused almost continuously. Every thing around me is suddenly enshrouded in sex." She slid her hand under the album and rubbed my thick cock and asked, "Maybe I can help you with this later tonight?"


"Tell me what you two did to dad." I said, not wanting to start anything more until after our dinner with dad.

"I don't know if you're aware that we had a small staff of employee's here, or not, but we had a cook whose husband was our driver, and a grounds keeper. There were also some of the workers from the construction company that always seemed to be working on something around this house. We had the cook prepare a splendid dinner in the big dining room that night. We had candles, and wine and music playing and the mood was mellow. Soon Virgil was getting a little tight from the wine so we coaxed him into the sitting room in the master bedroom suite, and Grace and I sat on either side of him and started to talk dirty to him. He started feeling sexy, and we soon had him in the mood for a little fun. We unbuttoned his shirt and I opened his trousers, and had his cock out stroking it and Grace was licking his nipples and he started to ooze pre-cum from his hard prick. We urged him to lay face down on the bed because we wanted to massage his back.. As he lay  down, we took off our dresses, and hung them in the closet. Grace came up behind me and cupped my breasts with both hands, and whispered in my ear telling me how hot I looked and how she was going to make me cum with her mouth after we had finished with Virgil. I told her she was a slut and she called me a wicked girl, and said she should beat my butt for being so bad. I turned and we kissed and my pussy was simply soaking wet, Grace fingered me and I came almost instantly. I told her we needed to get back to Virgil and we looked at him on the bed, face down. He had dozed off while we were playing in the other room. We crept into the room and quickly tied his hands and feet to the four corner posts of the bed. Grace slipped the blindfold over his eyes and we started to kiss him from bottom to top. He woke up, and was startled to find himself securely roped to the bed. I produced a large feather from a vase in the bathroom and started tickling him with it. He was pissed. He started to howl and pull at the ropes. Grace told him to settle down, it was going to be a long night and she smacked him on the butt with her hand. This had the desired effect because, he howled even louder. We continued to tickle and lick him and I crawled between his legs and rimmed him with my tongue. He arched his ass up off the bed and we could see he had a big hard-on. Grace told me what a dirty slut I was and swatted me on my ass. I jumped, but the pain was exciting. I lay across Virgil's back and begged her to spank her bad girl some more. She did and in no time at all, I had a crashing orgasm."


"Grace was lost in the frenzy, she went to the nightstand drawer and got the butt plug, greased it up with spit and pushed it into Virgil's exposed ass hole. He screamed at us and vowed his revenge would be severe, and as Grace worked it farther into his ass, he exploded all over the sheets and lay in a pool of his own cum. He seemed to collapse after that and Grace and I turned around into a sixty-nine and ate each other until we both gushed into the others mouth. Virgil remained tied to the bed until late into the night. We finally let him go and we were scared to death of what he would do to us. He jumped up and turned and faced us and then crawled between us and said that it was the most exciting fuck he had ever experienced, and he had not even had his cock in anybodies cunt." 


Louise was breathing very hard and she had a sheen of sweat on her face. Her ample bosoms glistened with perspiration. I could tell that she had relived every moment of that night, as she told me the story. And she looked like she was about to cum in her panties. "You OK Lou?" I asked, "You want something to drink?"


"No Hon, I'm fine. I just get so hot when I think of all the wild sex that went on in this house. After that night, the spanking, and bondage became a regular part of our life. We soon had leather and latex clothes, chains and handcuffs, all the kinky stuff. It's all still here in your dads War Room." She sighed.

"What War Room?" I asked.

"Oh Tall Cool, you don't know about that either, do you?" she replied, shaking her head. "I had just better show it to you. It'll be much easier than trying to explain." She stood, smoothed her dress down over her supple hips. Her skirt was quite short, and tight. She had on seamed hose, and I could tell that she had a garter belt holding them up by the little bumps the hooks made in her skirt. She pulled gently at the top of her dress to adjust her tits in the bodice, and told me to follow her into dads study. I followed like a puppy and stared at her ass cheeks as she walked. They rolled gracefully with each step. Louise is very sexy indeed, for a sixty-year old woman, and I couldn't believe what was going through my mind at that moment. I glanced at the clock on dad's desk, and noted it was 5:30. The old man doesn't usually get home until after 8:00 on weeknights. I asked Louise what time we could expect him for dinner and she told me he was with the lawyers and wouldn't be there  until he was through with them. "We've got lots of time to finish what I want to tell you, Sugar."

As she crossed dad's office, she stopped by the fireplace and touched something under the mantle. I heard a faint click and a panel in the wall to the right of the fireplace popped open about an inch. Almost not enough to be seen. She pushed the panel inward, and it swung open into a large dark room with apparently, no windows. She flipped a switch next to the door, and the room was bathed in a soft warm glow from lighting that had been cleverly built into the walls all around the perimeter, just above head high. The walls were of a very dark brown, richly burled wooden planking. The ceiling was plastered with what looked like a Spanish style stucco, with heavy wooden beams that match the walls that crossed from side to side, about every four feet apart. There were various metal rings and brackets attached to the beams, and also on the walls. I could see pieces of chain with assorted cuffs and latches had been looped through some of the rings and this place looked like something out of Dungeons And Dragons. The carpeting was a very deep burgundy wine color about an inch thick, and it seemed to sink beneath your feet as you walked on it. I looked down and Louise whispered, "It feels so good when you crawl on it." To one side stood a large bed with red satin bedding, across from it were two Victorian lounges, and near the center of the room was a leather piece that looked like a gymnastics horse, without the handles. It had several metal rings below it on the legs, which were for an obvious purpose. "My God Lou," I gasped, "is this place for real?"


"Oh yes, my sweet baby boy, it is so real." Her eyes shown with lust and aching as she breathed the words to explain, "For so many years, this is where the three of us lived the life of complete sinful torture. It got so intense sometimes, one of us would pass out from the  sensations we would cause and endure." She opened various cupboards and closets around the room and showed me hundreds of different toys and tools used to deliver pleasure and pain. And racks of leather garments for both men and women. "Much of this leather came from Dianne's in New York. She is a real pro at the games we played here. I miss Grace and Dianne very much, and I miss the time we spent in this room. If your father knew about Dianne, it would kill him. You must never tell him that I had you in here either. I am sure he would be very upset with me, but then, he might bring me back in here and whip me. He hasn't done that to me since the day your mother passed away."

On the left a door stood open to a huge bath and dressing area that was mirrored on all four walls and ceiling. The fixtures were blood red and all the faucets and hardware was bright shiny gold. A huge sunken, ceramic tile bath, big enough for six people took up much of the left side of the room and large boulders were embedded into the concrete around the tub. The carpeting had been carefully cut around the big rocks. It was magnificent. The old man must have dropped a bundle on this little hideout. I could see why he called it his War Room. Louise walked over to the horse in the middle of the room and caressed its soft leather with her hand. She leaned forward over it, she stretched her arms down toward the floor and in doing so, she exposed her bare legs over the tops of her stockings to me. As she bent further over, I could see her red panties between her chubby thighs, and her juices had stained her crotch so that it was very dark. I do not know to this day what possessed me to do it, but I walked up behind her and put one hand on each of her upturned ass cheeks. She hadn't seen me coming and when my hands touched her, she squealed. I had startled her and jarred her out of her trance. She started to raise up but I put my hand on her back and gently pushed her forward again. I moved up against her and my stiff cock, which was standing straight up inside my pants now, settled right between her plump cheeks. She groaned a long low sound from deep inside, and slowly she moved her bottom in a small circle exciting me even more. I heard her voice, almost inaudible, "It's been since your mama died, Tall. Over seven years, please fuck my ass, PLEASE!. I heard you and Helen last night and I've been on fire ever since. I need you to punish this black bitch for listening to you. I want you to take your big hard cock and shove it in my ass. PLEASE Tall, I'm begging you to." I pulled my zipper down and dropped my pants to my knees. I reached between her legs and tugged her soaking wet red panties to the side and positioned my dick against her puckered hole and with my other hand stuck two fingers in her cunt to get some juice to lubricate myself with. I smeared her juice on the head of my cock and slowly pushed into her ass hole. I popped inside and she moaned again, " Now, Tall, fuck me hard, shove it all the way in and FUCK ME IN THE ASS!!" Louise was lost in it. I lunged forward and she pushed back, again and again. She grunted with each pulse, "UMPHHHH.... UMPHHHH....UMPHHHH....UMPHHHH....FUCK....MY....ASS....LITTLE....COOL....ONE....IT.... FEELS....SO....FUCKING....GOOD!!!!"


I could feel my load begin it's final approach to freedom. I grabbed Louise by her haunches and continued to plunge balls deep into her hot ass hole. With each thrust, I could feel myself getting closer, "NOW, LOU," I cried, "IT'S TIME. AAAAAGGGHHHHHHH," my first shot went deep into her. "AAAAAGGGHHHHHHHH," I shot again. "OOOOOOOMMMMMPPPPHHHHH," again I blasted into her ass.


"UMPHHHHH....UMPHHHHH....UMPHHHHH," she was sobbing with each shot , "OH SWEET JESUS!! FILL ME WITH YOUR CUMMMMM!!!"


It was over too soon. My softening cock was pushed out by her contracting hole and plopped out with a squish. A great wad of my sperm flowed out of her hole and dribbled down onto the leather of the horse. Louise's panties slipped back over her holes and I could see them darken with the liquid she was secreting. She turned and put her hands on my cheeks and smiled up at me. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me lightly on the lips, "I have so much to teach you Sweet Boy, so much indeed."

"Your dad will be home soon, and I have to finish the dinner. I want to finish our story but we spent too much time here already. Go put yourself back together and when Virgil gets home, I'll let you know." Louise turned and we walked out through the door into the study. She pulled the door shut and showed me where the trip was under the mantle. "Thanks, Tall, you just saved my life. We'll talk more, later, about your folks and some other things you need to know. Put your dick back in your pants before you walk through the house, your dad might have come in."

After what I had just heard from Louise, I could hardly wait to hear what dad had to tell me.



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As I wandered through the house, on my return to my downstairs apartment, I took a closer look at the opulence of the house I grew up in with my parents. I came to the startling reality, that I had never been a real part of any of it. It would seem that my parents' lover had raised me; I had never gotten to know my mother and my father as still a mystery to me. I had learned about the wild nature of my folks, and some of the unbelievable things that had happened here, from Louise. The house suddenly seemed so large and empty. Since my mother had died, dad had seemed to be working all the time and Louise was the only family member I had been in constant contact with. Even that was weird to me, she turns out to have been sexually active with the folks their entire married life, had borne and raised her own child here, and had never been married. She had raised my sister and me both from infancy, and now, I had taken her anally in my fathers private little fuck chamber. I needed something to calm me down before my dad came home to discuss God only knows what. I made a short detour through the den and helped myself to a nice flagon of Johnny Walker Black, from the bar. I carried it with me and headed down the stairs to the safety of my own hideout in the cellar.


It was 7:30 as I passed through the studio into my apartment. I flipped on the lights, cranked on the stereo, put on some stuff I had recorded of our band, turned the water on in the Jacuzzi, mixed the scotch with a splash of soda water and ice, stripped, and slid into the bubbling hot water. Being unaccustomed to alcohol stronger than an occasional cold beer, the scotch burned all the way down to the bottom. I made myself a mental note to procure myself a bottle from upstairs to be kept down here strictly for medicinal purposes, such as after a good piece of ass, etc.

The scotch having had the desired effect, I felt much more relaxed after my soak in the tub, and I put on a pair of cut-offs, an old t-shirt, my old sandals and sat down at the mixer board in the studio to add a new track to the music I had been listening to in the tub. I had been working on a tune that was all instrumental and the band used it for our break song and while the band members were introduced at our gigs. I called it "Tall Cool One", after myself, of coarse. I had originally recorded it with two guitars, bass, and drums. Since then, I had re-cut the lead guitar part, added keys, a second rhythm guitar, a sax riff, and I now wanted to add another lead guitar melody in the background. I thought it was a pretty good tune myself but I had never played the whole mix for anyone else. I put on the headphones and started the playback. I then started the record function on a blank track and began playing the new melody lines. I must have left the house speakers on as well. I was so into what I was playing that I didn't notice my father walk into the room and when he tapped me on the arm, I nearly came out of my skin.

I switched off the tape deck and removed the headset. "Hi Kid, who's that you're playing to?" he asked.
"That's me." I answered. "All of that is you?" he asked again. "Yes sir, all but the drums and sax. I had Al lay the drum track on the first cut. Then I added and re-dubbed each of the other tracks over and over, until I got them just the way I wanted. I got a friend, Ed Miranda, from school to come over and blow some sax with me one night and now I was adding a second guitar melody in the background. I had just finished when you startled me." I explained, "Want to hear the final mix?" "Absolutely." His immediate reply.

I hit the play bottom and cranked up the Dbs. The room was filled with the sounds of, The Tall Cool One. I had fractured the old man when I bought the speakers for the studio, and this was the first time he had taken time out to see what I was doing with all the goodies, I had put on his credit cards. I wasn't sure, but I think I had tapped him for about thirty seven thousand and change for the mixers, tape decks and Mr. J.B. Lansing's finest speakers. The tape sounded great, and dad smiled and looked at me hard for the first time in a long time. He spoke just over the level of the music, "You're really good at this, aren't you?" My reply had been rehearsed many times, "I try my best, I'm still learning, but yeah, I really am pretty good at it!" Another big toothy smile told me we were going to have a nice talk after dinner.

"Louise just took her roast out and you know how she is about us being prompt after she cooks all day. Come on up and lets eat, we can talk while we stuff ourselves on some home cookin' for a change. I really enjoyed what you just showed me." He turned and headed for the door to upstairs. I thought to myself as the door closed behind him, 'Louise ain't been cookin' all afternoon Pop, I promise you that.' I switched off the power to the soundboard, and headed for the stairs.

Louise always sets a fine table and tonight was no exception. Only two places were set across from each other, at one end of the table. The table in the dining room would seat twenty-four for a big do. Dad always liked to eat in this room. The big table had been a wedding gift from mom's grandfather. He must have liked that man very much. I'll have to ask him about that some day. Dad was in a deep discussion with Louise as I entered and I heard him say to her, "Now Weezie, you go set us another place at the end of the table and join us for dinner. What I have to say to Virgil Jr. will also affect you too and I don't want any more discussion on the subject!" Father had spoken, and another place was set at the table, on the end, and we sat down to eat.

Louise, as usual, had produced an exceptional meal of roast pork shoulder, sweet potatoes with little marshmallows on them, greens, corn bread and cinnamon applesauce. I knew there would be pie later and dad brought a bottle of wine from the bar. We ate in silence for a few minutes. Everyone must have been famished. Louise picks like a bird, but dad and I did us proud. I was on my second trip through and dad was reaching for the yams when he said, "I'm going to miss your cooking Weezie." Louise and I looked at each other and then at him and she piped up, "What you talkin' 'bout fool? I'm not going anywhere." Dad finished chewing and said, "Not you, me. I have something to discuss with you two, and I really am not sure how to start. Suffice it to say, I have been hoping that you would be interested in the business, son, but it seems you have another interest and I can't say that I blame you, you have talent. You have never in your life been a financial burden to me and I have watched you take the things you have asked for and use them to good advantage and also you have taken excellent care of the things we have given you. I am very proud of you as my son and I hope that after I tell you what my plans are, you will agree with me. Louise, you have always been my pet, I love you, and I always will. Let's leave the dishes for later and go into the den, get us a drink and we can have pie after while." Once again, father had spoken.

We finished dinner, killed the wine, and made our way down the hall to the den, which was on the back side of dad's study and I guessed on the opposite side of  'The War Room'. I felt so stupid about this house. I had grown up here and had spent my whole life in virtually the other end of it, or downstairs after dad helped me fix it up. I had only been up in Dianne's attic apartment a few times when she was home visiting. I promised myself that I would have a guided tour very soon.

"What's your pleasure?" Dad asked, heading for the bar. Louise asked red wine, I opted for another scotch and soda, and dad poured himself a generous amount of Bushmill's over a couple of ice cubes. I settled into one of the soft leather chairs, Louise sat on the end of the sofa facing me and dad perched on the arm of the sofa opposite Louise. "Do you have a plans for after school yet?" He asked, taking a short pull on his drink.

I knew this was coming and I had been giving it a lot of thought these past few weeks. I began, "As you know, I have really gotten into the music. I don't know, as I would want to make a career out of playing music, but I have a knack for mixing, and recording, and the technical aspect of it. I love to tinker with sound effects too. I was thinking I might take some classes in Daytona this fall, probably electronics. I am also interested in video. The music thing is just stuck in my brain right now. I enjoy playing in the clubs, and dances. Our band will probably break up this summer due to the other guys' school plans, but there are plenty of musicians around I can hook up with. Jacksonville is loaded with Southern Rockers and I know I can work with almost any of them. It seems that I have been discovered by the ladies since we started playing too, I don't have anyone special, but I'm certainly enjoying myself these days." Louise groaned, and dad laughed and said, "So we've noticed." "Sorry about that y'all, we must have gotten kind of loud." Again they both laughed, and I admit I was embarrassed. "No apology necessary, son, were you enjoying yourself?" he quipped. "Yes sir I was." "Did she enjoy herself?" Yes sir she did." "Good piece of pussy gets kind of loud sometimes, doesn't it Louise?" "Yes sir it does." She smiled broadly, and we all laughed at that.

The old man took another pull on his drink, "I hope you're smart enough to protect yourself and the lady against any surprises." I looked at Louise, then back at him, and answered, "I use the necessary precautions when I'm with someone I don't know. When I'm with someone I know, we do what's agreed upon. I don't need the pitter-patter of little feet, or any strange diseases. None of us do."

"Good boy, you'll be fine." He said. "Now then, what's ahead for you Louise?" "Depends on what your plans are Virgil. You're the one with an agenda here, what's on your mind?" she replied.

"Well," he began, "I'm not getting any younger, and my prostate is shot. I can't get it up any more and I know that's a problem for you. By the way Louise, does Virgil Jr. know about us?" "Some." She said. "How much?" "He knows about you and Grace and me. He doesn't know about Camille, or about Dianne and Grace. I figured that was your place to tell him." She answered.

He thought for a few seconds and started to explain, in detail, about mother, Louise, and himself. "Grace and I were married, and when Dianne came along, Louise moved into this house with us. I didn't know about them being lovers at the time but it soon came to light and soon it was a threesome. I loved them both with all my heart. We had the wildest sex you can imagine. It steadily grew more intense. Whips and chains, and paddles, leather clothing, and the lingerie they bought. We kept it up for years. Grace had a bad year right after Dianne was born, and she started to fall back into it when Dianne was in high school. She showered Dianne with everything in the world and spoiled her rotten. Louise was always there for us. She worshiped Grace and Dianne and was a slave to my every sexual pleasure. Her only request came when Dianne was about sixteen, she wanted to get pregnant and have her own baby to spoil. We have always had too much money anyway, and I figured we could spend some of it raising her child. I was stunned when she told me she wanted it to be my baby, but what the hell, I'd been fucking her for sixteen years, why not. Soon she was pregnant and Grace started to become depressed with the idea of us paying attention to a child that wasn't hers. We had a hell of a time with her after the baby came. And what a beautiful sweet thing she was, and still is. Both Camille and Dianne are strikingly beautiful women."

Grace started going out alone and we knew all along she was having sex with other men. Louise could smell the booze, and the smell of sex was always on her when she would come in at all hours. Louise stuck with her, although the sex at home stopped with her for about four years. One night, she started drinking here, and Louise made her put on one of the leather outfits that they wore for our bondage play, and she tied her down and started to spank her. Dianne came into the room at that time and Louise was horrified. Dianne took up the paddle and proceeded to use it on Grace. She told Grace what a nasty slut she was being and how she was letting every one down. Grace was devastated and sobbed for hours. Dianne soon began punishing Grace every day and soon she started to climb out of the depression. One night Grace came to me and we made love for hours, just the two of us. Low and behold, she became pregnant with you and that's about the size of it. She had a terrible pregnancy again and never really regained her health. When Dianne left after college, Louise was left to raise you and Camille on her own. Grace stayed sick most all the time up until the time of her death over seven years ago. Dianne moved to New York and we set up her lingerie business, and after Camille finished college, she moved to Atlanta and started with the architectural firm. You and I and Louise are still here and now, it's your turn to do what you want."

"I'm not usually a drinking man, dad, but if you don't mind I believe I'll just have another short scotch to settle down with. This is all kind of shocking. I had no idea about Camille. I don't blame any of you for anything you may have done. I love you all and I'm sorry it's taken so long to find out about it." I got up and walked over to the bar, Louise jumped up and took my glass from my hand, and said, "Sit yourself down, young feller, I'll tend the bar. I think I might just have a shot of that scotch myself." "You don't have to wait on me, you know," I said, "I'm capable." "Don't you give it another thought, Lover Boy, it's my pleasure. I've been taking care of the Ellis men for over forty years, and I don't intend to stop now. SIT!" 

Dad stood and set his glass next to mine on the bar, motioned for a refill and turned and sat where Louise had been sitting on the sofa to face me. As he passed her, he patted her on the bottom and smiled, "You're still just as sexy as you always were, Weezie. I only wish I still had it in me to take care of you." Louise handed him his fresh drink and smiled and said in a soft voice, "Don't you worry none about that, Junior over there is going to help me with that problem in the future." "Oh really?" his reply. "Oh yes, really." She chided.

Dad took a sip and said, "You both must know by now, that we have more money than this family can ever spend. Our investments, and the real estate are extensive. This house and property are worth about twenty million. The property in Orlando, The Keys, and North Carolina are also worth a bunch. My business divisions could bring over a hundred million if I held out for a better offer. I've been offered eighty million for the civil construction division and the general contracting division. Fifty five down, and twenty five over five years upon completion of outstanding projects and those not yet started, but under contract. That's a lot of fucking money and I really don't want to turn it down. So, here's the question. Do we liquidate the real estate, and sell the construction divisions, this big old shack, take all the cash and run or would you like to do it another way?"

Louise and I were staring at him with our mouths hanging open, unable to speak. She managed to collect herself first and asked, "Run to where?" His reply, "To wherever you heart desires. I'm going to do a little fix up on the house on Key Biscayne, and spend the rest of the year there. I'm leaving you the option of doing whatever you wish." "May I speak?" I interjected. They both looked at me, and dad nodded. "Have you spoken with Dianne and Camille about your plans?" "I have." He said. "What was their comment?"  I asked. "They both said the same thing. In essence, they are both comfortable with what ever we decide to do. They will both be here for graduation in three weeks, and we will make all the final arrangements then. Now, son, what do you think?"

"I would prefer that this house and property stay in the family. I think the sale of you companies should proceed as you have planned. I want to stay here for now and work on the music, and go to school some. Sounds like I won't have to worry about eating. This is Louise's home and we should never take that away from her. Agreed?" He glanced at Louise and then at me, "The house is yours, along with the rest of this property. I was hoping that you would want to do that. It's a full time job to keep up the repairs on this old place, Louise knows that. After the sale of the business is final, we can set up an account for the maintenance of the house and regular income for the both of you. I'll also set up a trust fund for you, Camille, Dianne, and you Louise. That way you'll always have something to fall back on should anything happen. Helen Blossom's lawyers are handling the sale, and I'll get together with Vincent Pitello at the bank about the money matters. Look, it's getting late and I have an early appointment tomorrow. Lets all sleep on it and if anybody changes their mind, we can talk about it tomorrow night." He stood, leaned down and kissed Louise full on the mouth and I could see them twisting tongues. He stood again and offered me his hand. I stood and shook his hand and said, "I won't have any changes to my decision, will you Louise?" She shook her head and dad strode out of the room and down the hall.

Louise sat there with her hands folded in her lap. She had tears running down both cheeks, and her breath was ragged. "I love you both so much, and I miss Grace just awful. How about that? Dianne and Camille will both be here for your graduation. I can't wait." She whispered. I stood and took her hand and pulled her up. "I want some pie woman. With ice cream on it." We walked hand in hand to the kitchen. She cut us each a piece of apple pie, still warm from the oven and put a dollop of vanilla on each piece. We sat in silence as we ate our pie. "I want you to come downstairs and sleep with me tonight Lou." I said, barely able to get it out. "You sure about that? An old hag like me." She cooed. "I didn't even get to kiss you this afternoon and from what I've heard, you've got a hot pussy. Looks like we're going to be here together for a while and we might as well enjoy it." I said. "OK Lover Boy, we've got black satin to slide around on down there too. Let's go!"

I walked down the stairs behind her and marveled at the way her plentiful hips moved under her dress. Louise stood 5'-5" and pushed the scales to at least 225. She had a beautiful body as a young woman, as was evidenced in the pictures I had seen earlier in the day. Childbirth had caused her to put on nearly a hundred pounds but she still moved with the grace of a cheetah. I couldn't believe that I was about to spend the night in bed with a woman over three times my age and my cock was hard as steel. Louise took charge as soon as we entered the bedroom. She turned me around and pulled my t-shirt over my head. As she reached for the bottom on my shorts, I put my hand on her shoulder and said, "Louise, this is my dance, let me lead. I've fucked three different women in the last two days, including your ass hole. It's my turn to be the aggressor, I invited you, remember?" "Yass, Massah, I remembers!" she fell back into her Southern Black dialect, "I lets you be da boss." "Louise, I hate it when you do that, but like you say, somebody gotta be the boss, turn around." She did, and I slowly pulled the zipper on the back of her dress down all the way to the bottom.

I slipped my fingers under the edge of her dress on either side of her neck, spread my hands apart, and the dress descended to the floor. She had on a red bra, panties, and garter belt under her dress. She wore dark brown stockings and four-inch pumps. She was a large woman, and soft to the touch. I reached up and unclasped her bra and could feel her huge breasts carry it away from her body. The bra missing, I stepped close to her back and reached around and took one of her 44DD's in each hand and started to gently squeeze them. Louise shuddered at my first touch and groaned, she leaned slightly forward into my hands and climaxed almost instantly. "It's been so long," she breathed, "squeeze them hard, Cool, make me cum again." I moved against her and my cock, still in my shorts, was tight into the small of her back. She rotated her ass against my front and I could feel her starting to sweat from the sensation of her orgasm. I began kissing her neck and nibbled on her ears as I continued to minister to her huge tits. "Cool, I have to sit down." she moaned, "My legs are weak."




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I stepped back and she moved over onto the bed. I pulled my shorts off and knelt next to her on the bed. This is the first time I had seen her monster tits naked. They were mammoth; the aureoles were easily three inches across, and almost coal black. Louise is a very dark black skinned woman. She had smoky gray eye shadow above her eyes and very bright red lipstick. She was a very sexy woman indeed. I took one of her tits in both hands and started to lave it with my tongue. I licked all around it and the concentrated on just the nipple. After several minutes, I did the same to the other one.  She was moaning and soon she stiffened into another searing orgasm, which lasted for many seconds and left her nearly breathless. Her body was now covered in a thin sheen of sweat. I felt her hand move between my legs and she slowly started to fondle my hard cock. "My God, Cool, you surely do make an old lady feel fine. You lay back now, and let me see to that big old fuck pole you got there." As I lay down on my back beside her, she propped up on her elbow next to me, and started running her hand up and down my body. She would tickle my nipple and then my belly button. She'd reach between my kegs and cup my bloated balls and stroke her hand up the length of my turgid cock. Her hand would rub each thigh from my balls down to my knees and back up to my ass hole. I'd feel her touch my hole and then she would be gone. I was drooling pre-cum into a little pool on my belly. She leaned forward and licked it away with a flick of her tongue. Her tongue then found it's way to the end of my dick, and she took just the very end into her lips and sucked the pre-cum from within, what a sensation.

I too had started to sweat and I was about to explode from her touches. She moved up and over me and pushed her tits together on either side if my cock. She was slippery from sweating and my cock slid between them with ease. I started to slowly pump up and down and soon I was climbing steadily toward release. "Fuck my titties, Sugar," She coaxed, "blow your load all over me." I kept up my motion, each time I'd reach the top; she would flick her tongue across the head of my cock.  "Now, here it comes, now." I cried, as I felt the first blast erupt, and hit her squarely under the chin, the next shot came between her tits and the third went over her shoulder. She then had four inches of my cock in her mouth and never missed another drop of my cum. She sucked me completely dry. We lay in a heap for several minutes and she moved her face back between my legs. She licked me clean, making little sucking noises with her mouth and soft mewling sounds with her throat. My erection never went away.

She rolled over onto her back, and I was between her legs in an instant. I noticed that her panties were crotch-less, I spread them open and her cunt was soaked. I love a wet pussy so I was in heaven. Her lips were engorged with blood and hung open like huge rose petals. I started to lick and suck on her splayed lips and soon she shuddered hard again. "Fuck me, Cool," She begged, "I need you in my cunt now." I moved up between her legs and pushed my cock into her open hole. I slid into her amazingly tight pussy until I was balls-deep in her. I pushed hard against her until I could feel her cervix on the end of my embedded prick. "Oh yes, I can feel you now. Do me, Honey, fuck me real good." I started to plunge in and out gradually increasing the speed. She pushed back and soon we were pummeling each other. She matched me stroke for stroke and we crashed at exactly the same instant. I came like a ruptured fire hose. "AAAGGGGHHHH!!" Almost in unison, "UUUMMMPPPPH" "MMMMMMMMMMFFFFFF" "RRRRRGGGHHHHHH" "Oh yeah, Cool, that's it, hit the bottom again." "MMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFF" "AAARRRGGGHHHHHHH" Soon the storm was over. We had made it to the other shore, and were safe. "Geez, Louise," I said, "You fuck like a teen-ager."

  "You aren't half bad yourself, for a kid." She purred, "But I have so much more to teach you. I know that you have other women in your life. I won't interfere with that. At my age, I won't have the stamina to compete with you. But I can show you how to take them places no one else ever will, and if you would like, I'll take you there together." "Louise, you're a jewel, we'll get along just fine. I've never had two women at the same time, but I want to very much." I said, "We have lots of time and I'm in no hurry. I have to get through school to graduation, and then who knows where things will lead?"

"Your sisters are both coming for graduation, Sweet Boy, that could be interesting too." She said as she got out of the bed. "Now, let me put some hot water in the tub, and let's give you a scrubbing so you'll be shiny clean for school tomorrow."

I couldn't wait to see what would happen when Dianne and Camille showed up. Gotta finish school first.



In The Beginning Ch. 07



When Louise says she is going to give you a bath, consider it to be a complete bath. She scrubbed me from head to toe and then some. She then proceeded to dry me with the red towel until my skin was almost bright red. "Enough, already," I howled, "There won't be any skin left." She whacked me on the butt with her hand and said, "To bed with you, tomorrow's another day." We slid between the black satin sheets and I was asleep in the wink of an eye. I slept the sleep of the dead.

	I was awakened the next morning with the warm feeling of Louise's mouth on my hard cock. She had me entirely down her throat, her lips pressed firmly against the base of me. She was not moving her head at all. The only movement I could feel was the pulsing of her throat as she swallowed over and over to keep my prick solidly embedded in her throat. She had evidently been working on me for some time because I came very quickly after awakening. I heaved my load into her throat and she grunted as she swallowed every drop. What a way to wake up. I have certainly had an interesting few days, and it didn't look like things were changing today.

	Louise climbed out of the bed and said softly, "Breakfast in fifteen minutes, Tall, then away with you. I have a million things to do before your dad leaves for The Keys after graduation. Not to mention, the girls are coming to spend a week."

	I crawled up and sat on the edge of the bed. I ached all over. I am not used to all this activity in my life. Sex is hard work. I had to plan the next few days carefully, I had a music jobs Friday and Saturday nights in St. Augustine, and I absolutely had to get started on my term paper for Ms. Stones class. I had made lots of notes and was fairly sure of what I wanted to say, but how I would get the point across was still a mystery. This afternoon after school was D-Day for starting a draft of the paper. NO MESSING AROUND VIRGIL!

	I stood up and went into the bathroom to take a leak and stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself. I had a ring of bright red lipstick all around the base of my prick from Louise's blowjob. I shook my head and thought I ought to just leave it there to remember it by but thought better of it and jumped in for a quick shower. Clean jeans, a sport shirt, socks and penny loafers, no underwear, I was starting to live the part.
I'm not sure what part, just the part.

	Louise had the full-meal-deal for breakfast, eggs, toast, grits, a big hunk of ham, with coffee and orange juice. "We've got to keep your strength up, Lover Boy." She giggled. I smacked her on the ass, hard, as I headed for the door. "We are going to talk about that too." She smiled and cradled my dick through my jeans, "Oh yes, we're going to talk a lot about that."

	I escaped her clutches, and walked out to get into my car. "Hi Honey," I heard from next door, "have a nice day." It was Helen and Karen as they were getting into their separate cars. "Maybe we'll see you tonight?" Helen asked. "Maybe later on," I called, "I've got to work on a paper for awhile, but we'll see after dinner." Man, it didn't look like I would ever get to do what I had to do for Ms. Stone.

	I lucked out and got a parking spot close to the door just outside of my last period class, maybe I could get out of the lot quickly after school and beat the rush down to A-1-A. The drive to and from school is really pretty, but traffic can be the pits coming for Daytona heading north, in the afternoon. I walked in through the door and bumped right into Ms. Stone as she stooped to retrieve some papers she had dropped on the floor. As she started to topple forward, onto the floor, I jumped forward in an attempt to stop her fall. My arm went straight under her chest, and just as she lost her balance, her full weight of came down into my arm. I grabbed around with my other hand to stop her fall and as I caught her, I had one of her fabulous tits in each hand. First time today I wished I were dead, hope this isn't an omen. "Sorry Ms. Stone," I whined, "I just didn't see you there." "Not a problem, Virgil. I thank you for catching me before I hit the floor. But, people will talk if you don't take your hands off my breasts." She said in a voice so soft that it was barely audible. My face must have turned six shades of red. I didn't realize just how firmly I was holding her. "I'll see you fifth period. You be good." She disappeared into her classroom, and I headed for the woodshop. I was not looking forward to fifth period today.

	Fifth period rolled around anyway, and as I walked into the room Ms. Stone announced to the class, "Here comes my hero now. Mr. Ellis here saved me from a terrible fall this morning out in the hall. I am grateful for your quickness in preventing me from hitting my head on the floor." She left out the part about me being the one that had caused her to tumble in the first place. I really liked this lady. "By the way Virgil, are you any relation to Dianne Ellis?" "As a matter of fact," I answered, "I have a sister named Dianne, who lives in New York." "We were good friends all through school." She said, "Please give her my best next time you talk to her." "She's coming for my graduation, maybe you two can get together while she's in the area." I replied. "I'd like that very much. Please let me know when she gets here, and thanks again for this morning." She smiled brightly.

I was getting those vibrations from Ms. Stone. What next? My very first sexual experience had been with a woman who was seventeen years older than me. I was sixteen at the time, and I'm still attracting the older ones. Not that I mind but it just seems kind of strange. Then again, I had been getting some great pussy, recently, and I hoped that it would continue.

Ms. Stone was reminding us that our final papers were due on her desk by a week from Friday. She also told us that she would not be grading this paper on the curve. Her plan was to grade either a pass or fail, depending on creativity as well as content. I was home free, because I was going dazzle her with the story I planned to write. My life had been a dream lately, and the influences that had inspired my music, were great fodder for the yarn I was going to spin for her. In fact, Influences, was a perfect title. She then explained that the school library would remain open until 7:30 P.M. For the rest of this week, and next week, if any of us needed to do any more research. Brilliant, I thought. The library would be a wonderful place to hide out and write the paper. No one would ever think to look for me there, and it would be quiet.

When the bell rang, I made my way up the hall to the pay phones and called home to let Louise know that I would be late coming home. There was no answer so I left a message and headed for my locker to get my notes and then to the library. I pushed open the door and walked into the room. It seemed that I was the only person here at the moment so I settled down at a table at the far end of the room away from the door so as not to be disturbed. My goal here was to relate some personal feelings in this paper, but not to make it seem like a biography. I wanted to see if Ms. Stone could be teased with inferences to certain topics, without actually spelling it out to her. After all, creativity was the name of this game. I had hoped to relate personal experiences, and reflect how they had influenced my music and the way I acted toward other people and situations.

As I have mentioned before, my first sexual tryst was with a woman much older than myself. She and I had a short relationship, but she taught me to take things slowly and be gently. I guess you could say to roll with the flow. She taught me to eat pussy, and how a woman achieves her best orgasms. I apply this thinking to my music, flow with it, get into it and enjoy it. Works in every day life too. I had made pages and pages of notes, over the past few weeks, on many different experiences. I started putting them in chronological order and the story began taking shape. I didn't want to be too graphic, just to make my point. I hoped to make the sexual references interesting, but not blatant. I couldn't be sure of her reaction and I certainly did not want offend. I would be taking a journey into my time in her classroom also, that would have to be very subtle as well.

The library had been extremely quiet. I glanced at my watch and was amazed to see that it was almost 6:30. I stood up and stretched. I had been sitting for over three hours and had made great progress. Another couple of hours and I could start typing and worrying about the grammar stuff. I decided to go out in the hall and get a drink from the fountain. I looked around the library and noticed that I was alone. The hallway was also deserted. The drinking fountain was situated in an alcove off the hall. The boys and girls room doorways opened in opposite directions on either side of the alcove. As I stooped and was drinking I thought I heard someone moan. I turned the stream off from the fountain and listened again. I heard it again. It appeared to be coming from the girls' room. I cracked the door open and listened more intently. 

I couldn't see into the room because of the double door, but I heard the moans again. I stepped into the entryway, and cracked the inner door and looked inside. The girls' room had mirrors on both walls and I could see the reflection of two girls across the room. A pretty dark haired girl was perched up on the sink counter and a longhaired red head had her face buried in her pussy. The dark haired girl had her head thrown back and it was obvious she was very near orgasm.

"Yeah that's it Chrissie, push your fingers in deeper, OOOHHH...YES! Lick my clit NOW! Oh yes." Moaned the dark haired girl. The red head must be Chrissie. I couldn't see very well in the mirror, but they were definitely getting it on. "I'm gonna cum, Baby, lick me hard.  AAAAAGGHHHHH, MMMMPPPHHHH, Oh God yes, I'm cumming!!!!!" Chrissie was shoving her fingers in and out of   the dark haired girls' cunt in a blur and I could hear the squishy slurping sounds she was making with her mouth on her cunt. Her orgasm shook her violently, and she soon slumped back and leaned against the mirror behind her. She released her grip on Chrissie's hair and her legs hung limply down the red heads back. Chrissie continued to lick her cunt softly until she came back down and then she unwound herself and stood up and kissed the dark haired girl savagely on the mouth for a long time.	 After they broke the kiss, the red head whispered, "I'm absolutely dripping, Gail, please do me now." Gail's panties hung around one ankle, her blouse was unbuttoned and her bra had been pushed up to reveal her ample breasts. She eased off the counter and turned Chrissie around and pushed her skirt up above her hips, she reached down and put her hand between the horny girls legs. "You're right, you are dripping. Slide up on the counter and let my suck you dry." She said. She pulled Chrissie's panties down and started licking the inside of her thighs.

I could see in the mirror that Chrissie was a natural red head. Her pussy lips hung full and red through her hairy bush. Gail was slipping a finger into the furry red cunt and I watched as Chrissie stiffened in orgasm. "OOH SHIT, do me girl." She cried and begged Gail to give her all she could take. Gail pushed her face into the open slit before her and I heard loud sucking noises as she went to work. "Fuck me, bitch, suck my cunt. Make me cum again." My cock was aching. I unzipped my jeans and pulled it out and began to stroke myself. I was slick with my own pre-cum and knew I'd shoot real soon. Chrissie had Gail by the hair and was frantically humping her face. In no time, she stiffened and pushed her ass up off the counter and crashed into another orgasm. Gail kept sucking wildly, and I shot a huge load onto the girl's room door, it dribbled down to the floor. The two girls embraced and kissed deeply, tongue sucking and squeezing the others tits. I put myself back into my pants and was about to sneak back to the library when I heard Chrissie ask, "Did you see the guy in the library?" "Yeah, doesn't he play in a band or something?" came Gail's reply. "Yup, his name is Virgil, but they call him Tall Cool One. I heard their band play a couple of times and he's hot." I really liked hearing that. It made me feel that the practice was paying off. "I heard they're playing at The White Lion in St. Augustine this weekend. Maybe we can get the guys to take us up to hear them."

The girls had been hurriedly dressing while they talked and I figured it was time to duck back into the library, before I was discovered. There was a big glob of sperm on the floor right in the middle of the doorway. I hoped nobody slipped in it before it dried. I backed out the door and had just taken my seat as the girls entered the library. They saw me and walked over to my table and Chrissie introduced herself and Gail to me and told me about hearing me play guitar. "We just wanted to say how much we enjoyed your band at the last school dance." She said. "Thanks," I said, "I'm glad you enjoy the music. We're playing at the Seniors' Last Dance, a week from Saturday, in the auditorium. I hope you'll be here, because I think it's the last time Terry and Dennis will be playing with me. They are both leaving after graduation and I don't know if we'll get together again or not. I'm planning a new group but don't have anything finalized as yet." "We'll be there," they chimed in, in unison, "maybe we'll see you in St. Augustine this weekend." "Cool," I said, "I've had enough of this place for one day. I'm out of here, can I give you girls a lift?" "We have my car," Gail said, "next time though."

I gathered my notebooks, and crossed to the door, I stopped and held the door for the girls. We walked to the parking lot together, and chatted about graduation. Gail was a senior and Chrissie was a junior. Gail had been accepted at Vassar and I surmised that she was a brain. Chrissie seemed a little less together and had an infectious giggle. I asked if they had boyfriends and was told yes, but nothing serious. "Good," I said, "maybe we can go out or something sometime." Chrissie turned around and skipped backwards, facing us and giggled as she asked, "Both of us? Together?" "Sure, why not?" I said, "I'll take a chance." They giggled together.

We came to my car first. "Cool car." They said in unison again. "Wow!" The car is cool, but not exceptional. It's a '55 Ford, Crown Victoria, Candy Apple Red Metallic paint, green sunroof, lowered and sectioned, Mag wheels, tuck and rolled interior, '57 T-Bird 312, with three 2-barreled carburetors, and four on the floor. Dad and I built the car together. It was my pride and joy. I drove it every day and it, of coarse, was not show quality any more, but it turned a lot of heads. It had Hooker Headers, and dual exhaust, and sounded just as mellow as good loving. I climbed in, rolled the window down and turned the key. The hefty Thunderbird engine jumped to life. I waved to the girls and backed out. As I turned north on State Road A-1-A, I thought about Jimmy Buffet and all the songs he had written about this stretch of highway and smiled. Maybe some day I'd write a song about a highway too. Life is good, but my back seat still smelled like pussy.

It's a short drive up the coast from Flagler Beach where the school is, about twelve miles, to the sand dunes where we live. The house sits back from the highway and cannot be seen as you drive past. Except for the driveway and mailbox, you'd miss it completely. As you pull off the road. The drive makes an S-curve and you come to a big iron gate with stone pillars on each side. An iron fence extends in each direction as far as you can see into the trees and completely surrounds the property. Through the gate the drive makes a sweeping curve and the house sits at the top of a sloping swell, which rises some twenty feet above the highway. It then either goes straight around the corner of the house to the garages on the right end, or left into a large circular drive in front of the house. The lawn in front is nicely landscaped and irrigated. Helen and Karen's house, sits beyond the right drive and is set slightly back. Both houses share this drive. The house is all stone, and has nineteen rooms above the grade, almost twenty thousand square feet. Big, long, beautiful, expensive, and much too big for us, but dad and grandpa had built it, it was a fortress and it was paid for. The taxes were hellacious. Dad has lots of money. Somebody has to live here, might as well be me.

A couple of hundred yards north of the main drive is a road that skirts the north boundary of the property and leads down to a second gate in the north fence, and beyond to the river, and a third gate down by the boat shed. The upper gate leads across the back yard, below the houses, to the area where I park my car and to Blossoms garage, which is under their house in the rear. The back of our house is three stories above grade with various balconies, and stairways, and a patio in front of my apartment. The lawn is gargantuan, and extends down a long slope to the river, which is the Florida, Intracoastal Waterway. The boat shed, lift and piers sit at the shoreline and are reached through the lower gate, or a long sidewalk leading from the patio down to the river.

I pulled in through the upper gate, crossed behind Blossom's house and backed into my parking place between the houses. As I shut off the engine I looked out the windshield and saw Helen sitting in a recliner, on the lawn, catching the late afternoon sun. It was warm, around eighty degrees, and quite still. The river was smooth and the only movement you could see was the tide flowing out, to the south. Helen appeared to be dozing. I got out of the car, retrieved a lawn chair from the patio, and joined her on the lawn. She wore a bright pink thong bikini, which left nothing to the imagination. She was just barely decent. As I settled into my chair, she opened her eyes and smiled over at me. "Hi, Baby Boy." She cooed, "How was your day?" "Very interesting," I replied, "I just got to watch my first girl-girl encounter, and they didn't even know I was there. I even asked them out, and they want to go with me, together." "Sounds like fun." she smiled again, and squeezed her thighs together. "Let me know how you make out."

"Where have you been? You're usually home earlier." She asked. "Stayed at the library to work on my paper for Ms. Stone." I answered. "I made great inroads too, I might even finish on time if I behave myself. That's where I caught the girls, in the ladies room at school. It was hot. Tell me about making it with another woman, Helen." I asked her, "What makes it so good?"

She thought for a few long moments and answered my question slowly, "Well, I'm not really an expert. Your sister Dianne, and Karen are the only two women I've ever tasted. Karen is young and sweet, and a follower. Your big sister is a driver. She is extremely aggressive and has a lot of experience. I think she goes both ways, but she really enjoys women. I think she's big into B & D too, but I really don't know for sure." "I do." I chuckled. "Tell me more." She begged. "Another time, Sugar, tell me about sharing pussy." "Dianne was my first. She made me absolutely quake when I came. She can take you to the edge and keep you there for hours. And then when you finally do soar over the edge, it bends you mind. A man can do that too, I suppose, but I never really had a chance to find out. You'll remember I was sixteen when Karen came along, and that rotten son of a bitch who was fucking me vanished. I loved him, but all he wanted was arm candy and pussy. I've been more or less out of circulation since then." "Easy, Hon," I soothed her, "you don't want to break a sweat."




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She laughed and smiled. As she reached for a cigarette, she touched me on the arm and said, "You made me feel special the other night, like we had something. I know it was my imagination, and I know you've fucked my daughter, and I'm not falling for you, but it was great." She fired her smoke and exhaled a plume straight into the air. I watched face as she continued, "Karen has been my entire life. She's been accepted at Florida State and will be moving to Tallahassee in August. I'll miss her something awful. I don't know what I'll do without her around." "We'll get along," I told her, "my dad is going south after graduation and it's going to be just Louise and me in this great big old castle. I hope Louise can handle it without him around. I gotta tell you something else, Helen, I fucked Louise last night, twice. That old lady is hot. There's a lot more I want to tell you but it's still kind of fresh for me and I think I'll ponder it a while before I say a whole lot about years gone by." She grinned and asked, "Louise tell you about the War Room?" "You know about that?" I was curious. "Dianne took my in there once and had me paddle her. She came in buckets. She bent me over the leather horse and fucked me with a big strap-on dildo. It was fantastic." She reminisced. "You are such a slut!" I told her. "Oh yes, Baby Boy, I sure am."

"Tell me about you and Karen." I said. "Karen and I started by accident. We have always been free about wearing little or nothing around the house. She was curious, and I would always try to explain things to her. I guess she had been reading a book and there was a reference made to the female orgasm, and she asked me about it. I told her it had to do with sex and she let it go for a while, but she brought it up again later. I sat her down and we started talking in earnest about our sexuality and boys and one thing led to another, and I showed her how to masturbate. She was an eager student but had a little trouble, at first, reaching the big 'O'. She had been trying to get herself off for a couple of weeks and was very frustrated. We sat on the floor in the den one evening and I watched as she tried to finger herself to climax. She was clumsy, and just couldn't seem to find her trigger so I had her lay back on the floor. I started to finger her tender young pussy and it took about three minutes and she soared into the sky with her first bingo, and left me in a wash of her virgin juices. That's when we discovered that she was a squirter too. I took her fingers and showed her just where to touch herself to bring herself off and she did it right away. I explained to her that I was also a heavy cummer and she wanted to watch. I spread my legs and gave her a front row seat. Her face was just inches away as I popped off and my juices splattered on her face and tits. She also got some in her mouth and was startled at first. I had fallen back and lay on the floor after my orgasm. The next instant she had her mouth in my cunt sucking my juices out like a demon. I came again and filled her mouth with cum. We've been doing it ever since." She was quiet for a couple of minutes. Her head was laid back on the lounge. She dragged on her cigarette and closed her eyes. "It's just different with a woman. I can't put it in words exactly, it's just not the same."

I watched as Helen inhaled deeply from her cigarette, and crushed it out in the ashtray. She laid her head back and closed her eyes to the setting sun. I studied her face for a few seconds and my eyes were drawn to her nearly exposed tits. Helen is a looker, not a runway model, fuller and softer. I decided I liked my women with a little extra softness. My eyes traveled down her body. The sun caused the barely noticeable peach fuzz on her torso to shine. I stared at the little pink patch of bikini that covered her pussy. It had darkened and now glistened with the juices she was excreting. All the erotic talk was exciting her. Me too, my cock was straining in the front of my jeans. "Where's Karen?" I asked her. "She went to Daytona with a girlfriend from school to buy some stockings." She replied. "You thirsty?" "I could use a beer." I said.

We stood and I carried the chairs back up to the patio. I followed Helen up the lawn and into her house. She crossed to the refrigerator and brought us each a cold brew over and set them on the counter. I popped the caps from both bottles and took a long pull on mine. I returned the bottle to the counter, stepped closer to Helen and touched her on the cheek with my fingers. She stared into my eyes, closed hers and her lips parted slightly. I covered her mouth with mine and pulled her close. Our tongues played tag and she humped her wet bikini against my leg. We broke the kiss and she took my hand and led me down the hall to her bedroom.

Her bikini and my shirt and jeans hit the floor in the same instant. She pulled the covers back on the bed and crawled up on her hands and knees in the middle. She looked over her shoulder and said, "Take me deep, Big Guy, I need it real bad." I knelt behind here and in one smooth motion buried myself all the way to the hilt. "OOOOHHHHH YES!" She groaned, "Fuck my hot cunt." I made long, slow and steady strokes, going all the way in to the bottom with each repetition. She grunted from deep inside each time I hit home. "UMPHH, UMPHH, UMPHH." I held onto her ass with both hands as I thrust harder and harder. Each time I pushed in she grunted, "UMPHH, UMPHH, UMPHH." Her juices were flooding around my cock and each time I withdrew, I shown with her wetness. We were fast approaching the top of the hill. Helen was moaning steadily now and I could feel her contracting her muscles around my plunging cock. "I'm going to cum, Babe." I announced. I felt her stiffen just as my cock started to explode. I held her tight against me and just let my cum jet into her boiling snatch. I didn't move, I let her milk me with her sucking pussy.

As I started to soften, I pulled out of her and collapsed next to her on the bed. Her mouth covered the entire length of me as she feasted on our mixed juices, which now coated my balls, cock and legs. She licked me for a long time, then went into the bathroom and returned with a warm washcloth. "You fuck so well, my friend. You're going to make some girl very happy some day." She said. "I'm trying to make some very happy right now." I answered. She chuckled and patted my now flaccid prick, "Oh, I just know you are."

I sat up and reached for my jeans and shirt. She watched me dress and walked me to the door, still naked, "Sleep well," she said, and kissed me on the nose, "see you tomorrow." "Night Helen."

I crossed the yard and entered my studio. The phone was ringing. I answered and it was Dianne. "Hi Punk, what's new?" She asked. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." I laughed into the phone. "Let me grab a beer, Sis, and I'll tell you all the gooie news." 



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I popped the top on a cold beer and plopped down on the big overstuffed sofa, in the studio, and prepared to chew the fat with my big sister. A lot had happened to me recently and I was sure she had bunches of news for as well. "So, Sissy, what's new in The Big Apple?" I asked after a nice long pull on my brew. "Beer now?" She asked. "Why not?" I answered, "It's legal in some states, besides which, I only drink when I'm home or not going to drive. Can't do any damage that way. True?" "True enough, we'll have to have one together when I'm there for graduation. Not much news from New York, business is great. Lingerie is something that sells to women of all sizes, shapes, colors, and persuasions. No discrimination in this line of work. I'm working a deal on the building next door. I would like to expand the line and need more warehouse space for the catalogue sales department. I was thinking about a bigger apartment too. I'm rather cramped here, and I'd like to take the whole top floor and make it into living area, but can't until I get the bigger warehouse."


Sounded to me like my sister had a handle on her business plan. "Have you talked to dad in the past few days?" I asked her. "As a matter of fact I have." She answered, "He told me about his plans to sell his company. What do you think about that?" "I think he needs to rest, he doesn't look to good to me. No color, and he's always tired. He says his dick doesn't work any more and I think that's a worry to him. He was a wild and wooly guy for a long time and I think he misses his time with the ladies." She then asked me, "What are you going to do when he goes down to the keys?" "I'm staying here." I replied. "I want to take a couple of classes in Daytona, and work on music for a while, and dad says the house is mine to use." "Dad told me, that house is yours to have, he's putting the whole property on your name when we are all together." She explained. "And I think it's a wonderful idea. You'll be a fine Southern Gentleman in your big stone mansion on the dunes. He helped me buy my building here, and we're working on the one next door so all's fair with me."


"What about Camille?" I asked her. I got a short pause. "You know about Camille then?" she asked. "Of coarse." I answered, "I have no problem with Camille, she's great, and I'm glad she's our half sister. What about you, Di?" "I love Camille, we talk all the time and she comes to New York every couple of months on business and stays at my place." Her reply was soft. "You and Camille and I have a lot to talk about in two weeks. Dad is setting her up in her own firm. He's going to make her very happy, and she loves him very much. He just paid for the house she designed and had built. He's been very good to all of us. How much has he told you about the old days?" I thought a minute then answered, "Some, but Louise has given me a real education. I was astounded when I heard about mom and dad and Louise. I couldn't believe all the stuff she told me about the bondage and spanking." "You have no idea, little brother." She chuckled. "When mom was fucking around on dad, she would come home and beg me to whip her for being such a slut. I didn't dare tell dad for fear of what he might do to her, or me. Louise was afraid of what he might do too. Then one day, she just quit going out at all. She and Louise kept their thing going and then when Louise got pregnant, mom withdrew again. She was a test for us all."


"You know Dianne, I never really got to know her. She stayed in her room a lot when I was a kid. I was closer to Louise. You were gone into the world and dad worked all the time. I've never actually missed mom since she died, she was never there for me from the beginning." I lamented.


Dianne continued, "Mom's pregnancy, with you, almost killed her. It nearly killed Louise too. She took care of mom and Camille day and night. I was at college in Gainesville, when you were born. I came home to help Louise with the house and you but could only take one quarter off. I was on a time line to graduate to take a job. I felt bad about that. Dad hired around the clock nurses for a year and things seemed to settle down after that. Mom remained despondent and never really got back to normal before the cancer took her. How you doing with Louise now?"


I answered carefully, "Uh, we are doing just fine." I didn't want to spill the beans about Louise and me just yet, but I was already too late. She laughed out loud and quipped, "Dad says that you're fucking her now instead of him. Care to tell me about that?" "No, what else did he tell you?" I whined. "Well," She was really enjoying this, "he did mention that you and Helen did the bump and grind the other night, and Louise thinks the daughter might have had the whoopee too. You're getting to all of 'em all aren't you?" I hated this but I guess I should get a dig in if I could, "I heard you and Helen have been friendly too, care to tell me about that?" She answered quickly, "Absolutely, she's hot. She comes a river when she comes." I replied, "So does Karen. I'm in line for a double with them real soon. I can hardly wait. Matter of fact, I just came from Helen's a few minutes before you called. Maybe we should do her together when you're in town." "You've got a date, little brother, maybe you'll give me a little ride too." She came back. I decided that my family was oversexed.

"Dianne, tell me something. Did you and dad ever do the nasty?" Silence, then a whispered response, "Yes." "Mom?" Silence, "Louise?" ....... "Camille?" I asked, more silence. "Of coarse, Camille. She stays with me when she comes to New York. ....... All right, Louise and Grace too." "Looks you made the rounds too, Sissy. Want to tell me about dad?" I coaxed her to tell me her story.

"It wouldn't be my first topic of conversation, no. But, I suppose that you'll pester me until I do tell you so I'll start by saying that it wasn't me that started the whole fiasco, it was my best friend Marie Pitello." "Is this any one I know?" I interjected. Dianne went on, "Her married name is Stone, and I think she's still teaching school." "Marie Stone is my senior English teacher. She's a knockout." "Don't tell me you've done her too?" Dianne wailed. "Give me credit for not boffing my teachers, will ya? I'm really not an animal." I retorted. Dianne's next statement caught me off guard, "She is, or was. She would do anything years ago. She and I wanted to go to Ormond Beach, to one of mama's favorite lingerie shops, and find some sexy bras and panties, one day. Dad was being a stinker about letting us take his Packard. So he had his driver Ben, take us. Ben was a real cutie, but very shy. Marie flirted with him all the way to and from Ormond and by the time we got back home, he had a big bulge in his pants. He was embarrassed to death and went into the garage and we didn't see him any more that day. Dad asked what was his problem and all we could do was giggle and play dumb."

"We'd bought just scads of sexy underwear for Marie, and I had found several hot nighties and a couple very sheer peignoirs. I had also purchased two new pair of stiletto sandals. We went into the house and upstairs to my apartment to try on some of our treasures. We made a big production of modeling for each other. We pretended we were showing our lingerie in a show or something and we were playing around and giggling and having a great time. We both had become aroused at seeing each other dressed in our sexy clothes and started talking about what we would do if the other one were Ben. I told Marie that if I were Ben, I'd lay her down and spread her legs and lick her clit until she came in my face. She told me she'd do the same thing, only she would stick her fingers in my pussy too and nibble on my pussy lips. We were sitting on my bed together, in our lingerie fussing and giggling, and I said that she would have to kiss my mouth first. She did it, and I kissed her back. The next thing she did was put her hand on my tits and it felt so good. I had been having sex with mother for a while by this time. With Marie, it was like she was in love with me, or something. I sucked on her hard little nipples and squeezed her titties and pushed her back on the bed so I could lie on top of her."

"She was moaning into my mouth, and I was moaning into her mouth, our lipstick had smeared all around our lips and I was so fucking excited I was leaking from my pussy and so was Marie. God I get wet just remembering that first time with her. Ooooo how hot she can be, I'll give her a call when I'm in town and maybe we can get together." I told her I had talked to Ms. Stone and she was of the same mind. "Wonderful," she cried, and continued with her reminiscing, "It didn't take long before we were in a sixty-nine, sucking and moaning and groaning. I came in a torrent and she was bucking against my face and neither of us heard dad come up the stairs and into the apartment. He must have heard us because he came to the bedroom door and stood watching us for a long time before we came up for air and I saw him standing there. We were a wreck, soaked with our juices and smeared with lipstick. Dad had his big cock out and was slowly stroking himself. I was dead I thought, and Marie screamed and then hid behind me and started sobbing. I surmised that if dad was going to go nuts, he'd have dons so by now so I kind of wiggled my fingers hi and smiled real lame like"

"His face was flushed and he was breathing like a bull and I could see the lust in his eyes. I was as hot as I had ever been in my life but didn't know what to say. Marie came to first and she crawled off the bed and across the floor to dad and took the whole length of him in her mouth. He slumped back against the doorframe and mumbled something I couldn't understand and took Marie's head in both hands and started to fuck her face. Marie is a natural. She went down on him again and again and again until the old man bellowed and shot a monstrous wad in her mouth. He pumped and pumped 'til he was empty. Marie stood up and walked back to the bed, tipped my head back to kiss me and torpedoed me with a huge mouthful of dads' semen. I almost choked because I didn't expect it. But when I knew what she was up to I swallowed the whole load down. Jesus, I was hot."

"Dad was starting to recover and knew we weren't through with him yet because Marie was on her feet, pulling him by the hands toward the bed. I stood up and helped her strip his shirt up and pants down and we both started to lick and kiss him all over his body. Marie on one nipple, and me on the other, under his arms, his feet and knees, his ass hole, ears, fingers, you name it. He was alive and had his fingers in our pussies, hands squeezing our tits, lips sucking our nipples and tongue licking first one sopping wet cunt and then the other. Marie came first, in his face, and this raised him to the next level. I was behind him rimming his ass hole with my tongue, and Marie seemed to have passed out. Dad had his face in a pillow, his ass in the air, and was grunting like a pig. I made his butt all sloppy with my mouth and I shoved a finger in him. He pushed back against my finger and roared. So, I stuck in another. He roared louder, and I put in a third. His dick was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum and it was everywhere. I kept rubbing it off with my hand and licking it off my fingers. All at once he pulled forward, off my fingers, and turned to face me. He lifted me up and dropped me on my back and spread my legs, wide, with his hands. He then dropped between my legs and rammed his cock all the way home. He started sawing into me like a mad man. Marie came to and straddled my face with her leaking cunt. I tasted dad's sperm for the second time that day. Marie had her tongue all the way down in dads throat Dad he was pounding me relentlessly, slamming his balls against my ass with every stroke. I was consumed in Marie's discharges and delirious with dads continuing assault on my cunt."

"I was having a series of orgasms, one right after the other. I didn't know how much longer I could stand it before I went out. Then Marie climbed off my face, and crawled around behind dad. She shoved a finger in his ass and one in mine and that was the dam breaker. Dad erupted into me in a raging flood of man juice. With each thrust, I could feel his prick belch a glob of hot cum into me. It started to ooze out around his cock and Marie was there, licking up every drop, with her tongue."

"Dad keeled off me to one side and Marie stayed right there between my legs sucking his juices from my pussy. I finally had to push her away to stop her from suffocating. We were exhausted. My body ached everywhere. Dad sat up, turned and kissed us both on the lips. He stood up, on very shaky legs, and announced that the cook would be serving dinner promptly at 8:30 and we were expected in the dining room at that time. He instructed us to dress appropriately, and then he thanked us for a lovely afternoon. He carefully picked up his clothes and strode naked from the room. Marie and I looked at each other and couldn't believe what had happened. We removed our cum-soaked lingerie and got into the shower together. I explained to Marie as we showered what dressing appropriately for dinner, meant to my father. I told her we would be expected to wear something sexy, preferably lingerie."

I was listening intently to my sister as she related the events of this bizarre day over the phone. My cock was as hard as granite. I stood up and removed my pants, and sat back down on the sofa. I began softly playing with my prick. I was leaking profusely, and my fingers and hand were slippery and moved easily without any friction over my stiff shaft. "Are you all right?" I heard Dianne ask. "Sure Sis, just indulging myself a little while you talk." "Are you jerking off to this?" She asked. "You're not?" I answered. She paused a few seconds and then returned, "Not exactly." "Exactly what does that mean?" I asked. "I have a big, fat vibrator stuck all the way up my cunt, and it feels marvelous." She said, "Is that okay with you?" "Certainly, Sugar, get your kicks however you like." I chuckled and so did she.

I heard a beep in the receiver indicating I had another incoming call and excused myself from Dianne to see whom it was and that I'd be right back. I clicked over to the other line and it was Louise. "Tall, it's Lou, can I see you for a minute, before you settle down for the night?" "Sure," I answered, "I'm on the other line with Dianne. Come downstairs and say hi to her." I clicked back over to Dianne and told her it was Louise. "Great," She said, "I'd love to say hi. Put your phone on the speaker and we can all chat." I did as she had suggested and Louise walked into the room just as Dianne came over the speaker. Louise was wearing a shiny white silk robe that came to just below her privates, white high-heeled slippers with feather puffs on the tops and a smile. Her hair and makeup were perfect, and I could see that she wore no bra because her huge tits swayed from side to side as she walked toward me and sat down. She is a good-looking big black woman. "Hi Big Mama Lou, how they hanging?" Dianne sounded like a kid. "Free and easy, Honey Girl, how's with you?" Louise returned. "Busy as always, you know me. I hear my stud brother's starting to pick up the slack down there. I've just been telling him about daddy and us that first time with Marie." Dianne said. "How much you told him?" Asked Louise. "About Marie and me upstairs with daddy before dinner." She answered. "You must have laid it out pretty clear for him, he's got a big boner and he's oozing all over his hand. I'm going to have to do a little maintenance here before he gets jizz on the sofa. We'll have to get you two together during your visit here. He's got a lot of power. Bigger than the old man too." Louise smiled all the while she talked." "Louise, you're a real slut, you know that?" Dianne wailed. Louise laughed and pulled my hand from my cock and started to lick the discharge my fingers." Oh yeah, Baby, I know that's right. Tell him about later on with your dad and me."


"Sure, Sweetie, I helped Marie with her makeup and hair, and dressed her in my new black floor length peignoir, the one with the satin trim, and stockings and garter and heels. I wore the yellow sleeveless one with the feathers around the neck and bottom. No bra or panties for either of us and I felt wonderful after the fucking we'd just gotten from dad. Do you remember what you had on Lou?" "Sure do, Honey, the lavender bustier with the long garter straps, stockings and pumps. I had shaved my pussy hair in the shape of a heart and wanted everybody to see it, remember?" "Oh yes, the heart. Marie was floored. I remember how she wanted a closer look and you put your pussy right in her face when we went into the den. Did she touch your cunt when you did that?" She asked, "Oh yes, she pushed two fingers right in me. That girl wasn't bashful about anything." Louise laughed out loud and tongued my cock to catch the fluid that was running down. I groaned out loud and I heard Diane say, "Sounds like I should be there to help Lou." "I won't need any help tonight, Sweetie, I had a sweet load before breakfast, and now I want a nightcap." Louise turned her attention to my drooling cock.


Dianne continued with her tale, "We came down the front stairs, Louise was in the foyer in the lavender outfit. We must have looked pretty hot because she walked over to the foot of the stairs to meet us. She put an arm around each of us and we did a three-way hug. I hoped this wasn't going to be too much for Marie, things used to get kind of perverse when father called us to dress for dinner. Mother stayed in her room most of the time then. We didn't see her at all that night. That house is totally Medieval inside, I remember we went into the dining room and I think that was the first time Marie had been in any other part of the house other than my apartment. She looked around at the wood, stone and the heavy tapestry draperies and asked if we called daddy King Virgil. We all cracked up at that. Louise was pouring us a glass of Chablis when daddy came in wearing his red silk smoking jacket with the black silk pants. He sucks the air out of the room when he enters like that. He was all full of compliments and the wine started to flow."


I heard Dianne moan over the speaker and I asked her, "Little bingo there, Sis?" She whispered. "Oh yeah, not so little. I'm so fucking turned on, right now. God how I wish you two were here with that cock in my pussy instead of this plastic thing. Is he really bigger than daddy Lou?" She asked. "Only a little longer, but lots fatter. Any longer than he is, and you'd mistake him for a brother, in the dark." They both laughed over that and I just rolled my eyes at Louise. 

Dianne returned to their dinner party with dad. "Mom and dad still had household help, in those days, the cook Robert, our driver Ben, a maid named Ella, and Ben's sister Janice who helped the cook serve and did laundry, and such. I'm sure dad was servicing Janice on a regular basis because, whenever we dressed for dinner, she would magically appear in a skimpy little French maid costume with crotch-less panties, and black hose with six inches of garter showing. I never made it with her but I'm sure dad was having his way." Louise now had my cock in her hot mouth and was laving it generously with her tongue. She looked up at me and nodded her head at Dianne's suggestion about Janice. "Louise agrees with your assessment on Janice. Dad was a real go-getter, it sounds like. Did you ever catch him at it?" I asked. Louise shook her head no, and Dianne continued, "I never did. But Helen Blossom told me later that she saw him in one of her haunts with a younger woman, on two different occasions, years ago. He's a randy old bastard, for sure. Any way, we sat at the big table, dad on the end, as always, Marie and I on his left, in that order, and Louise on the right. There was also a place set for mother. Louise looked like a regal black queen that night. She still had her waistline then, and those huge tits in that lavender bustier were trying to burst out the top."




In The Beginning Ch. 08



"Janice served us dinner in grand style, always hovering over daddy just a little extra. He kept staring at our tits, we were naked under our sheer peignoirs, and he would touch Janice between the legs whenever he didn't think we were watching. We three girls kept giggling at this and Louise almost chocked on her food once when he slipped his hand under the table and rubbed her thigh. We all got a little tight on the wine and after dessert; daddy announced that he would receive the three of us in the War Room in thirty minutes sharp. He stood and disappeared through the door, without so much as a bye-your-leave. Louise and I looked at each other and broke out in raucous laughter, and Marie thought we had lost touch with reality. She wanted to know about the War Room. We briefed her on the significance of the War Room, and told her that if she became frightened at anything we were doing in there, to let us know and we'd stop what was happening. I think she was a little reluctant at this point, but she shrugged and said okay. We had half an hour to kill so we went into the den and Marie wanted to see Louise's heart shaped hair-do on her pussy. Louise told here to sit on the ottoman and she walked up and put her pussy right in Marie's face. I couldn't see from, where I was sitting, but Louise stood straight up and squealed. I guessed Marie must have touched her from the reaction."

Louise pulled off my cock and said, "My pussy juice was leaking down my legs and Marie slipped two fingers into me just zip! Her thumb hit my clit and I went straight up. She was gone in an instant, lord I wanted her back in me but I had to sit down or fall down. So I sat down on the chair by the fireplace and closed my eyes for a minute. I remember you touching my face and the kiss you gave me, then Marie kissing me too. We could have had our own little three way without Virgil, but that would have been a bad political move." She laid her head down in my lap and sighed. "I miss that so much, but my old body won't let me keep going. I still ache from yesterday afternoon. I still crave a cock in my throat though." "Have you shown Tall the trick you do with your throat yet?" Dianne asked. "This morning," Louise answered, "He was gone the wink of an eye, of coarse I diddled him for over half an hour before he woke up." They both roared over that, at my expense. I vowed revenge on these two. Before it's over, I will have my day.

Louise returned us to the story, "I remember your dad opening the door from the War Room. He had his Ben Hur leather outfit on. His hard prick stuck out through the opening in front like a flagpole. He's so cute in that thing with the suspenders over his broad shoulders. Marie just gaped at him as he ordered us into his chamber. As I recall, Dianne, you shackled him to an X-frame on the wall and put a ball gag in his mouth, to keep him quiet. I went down on him for a couple of minutes but didn't Marie want to eat me out?" "She sure did," Dianne, piped in, "she was all over your heart haired pussy and you were coming like crazy. I remember you screaming for me to help you with her and all I did was stick a finger in her cunt and she collapsed, with an orgasm, on the lounger. She rolled over and you went for her cunt and sent her over again. If you suck cock as good as you eat pussy, Honey, I can see why the Ellis men love you so much." "She does," I assured everyone, "She surely does."

Dianne went on, "Marie got curious about the leather horse so Louise and I tied her over it and started to play with her ass. We spanked her, softly at first, then more vigorously. She was juicing all down the side of the horse, from the spanking. Then you took the flat paddle to her and gave her another great big bingo. She hung helplessly over that thing and daddy was having a fit, hung up on the wall, so I turned him loose. He rushed to Marie and started to tongue her ass hole and I knew where he wanted to go immediately. As he was eating her ass, she told me that daddy was giving her butterflies doing that to her butt. After that, whenever either of us saw someone we wanted to make it with, we'd say we had butterflies for him, or her. It was kind of a secret code between the two of us. Any way, back to daddy. Louise was under the horse sucking daddy's dick, and I had a finger in his ass, and Marie was shrieking at the top of her lungs for daddy to fuck her up the ass. Daddy being the gracious host that he always is accommodated her with a flourish. He shrugged Lou and me off and stood and with a very animated gesture, took hold of his blood-engorged lance and slowly pushed it into Marie, balls deep. I watched as Marie raised her head up as high as she could, to the limit her bonds would allow, opened her mouth to scream and no sound came out. Just a great whoosh of air escaped her lips. Daddy pulled back and thrust into her again. He started a steady rhythm, in and out. I took a cat-o-nine-tails from the wall cabinet, and lashed him across his butt. He roared and plunged back into Marie. I did that four more times."

"I thought he might be hurting Marie so I stopped. He finally blasted her ass full, to overflowing, with his cum and staggered away as soon as he shrank out of her. Marie hung over the horse moaning for a long time after we untied her. I licked her sore little rosebud and sucked daddy's cum from her. Louise took daddy into the bathroom and put him into a hot bath and I glanced in later and watched as she dried him with a big fluffy towel, and sent him to his bedroom. She was naked when she came back. The three of us got into the big sunken bath full of bubbles together, and soaked for a long time. The warm water brought Marie out of her sex-imposed euphoria. We talked about what had happened and how it had to be a family secret because of the incest. Marie crossed her heart and swore to die she would never tell a soul about that night. She also begged us to let her come back again. We had a couple of more times with her in the War Room, but both of us left for school in the fall of that year, so after then, it sort of died down. Marie and I had many more sessions together over the years, but it's been quite a while since I've had her pleasure. I surely miss her. I will definitely get in touch with her."

Louise had returned her mouth to my cock and now had it all the way down her throat. I could feel her throat muscles milking me, as she had this morning. "God, Dianne," I croaked, "she's got it all the way in again. UUUUMMMMMPPPPHHHH, UUUUMMMMMPPPHHHH." I started filling her gullet with my seed again. "UUUUMMMMMPPPHHHH." "Sweet Merciful Mother, I'm cumming too, AAAGGGHHHH, AAAGGGHHHH, AAAGGGHHHH." I heard over the speaker, as Dianne's vibrator sent her on her journey into bliss. "OH MY GOD!!"

We were all quiet for several minutes as we came back to earth. "Are you all right?" I heard Dianne ask. "Sure, Sissy, we're fine. You okay?" "I could sure use your big pecker right now," She answered, "But I can wait a few more days. We've got us a date, Stud Muffin." Louise chuckled again. "I'm going upstairs, to bed. I'll see you soon, Angel. I love you." "I love you too, Mama Lou. Take care of my baby brother." "You know it Angel, same as he takes care of his big black mama." Louise closed the door as she went up the steps.

"My God, Di, she gives the best blow-jobs. I'm drained dry. When are you coming in from New York?" I asked. "I'm flying into Atlanta, a week from Monday, to see Camille's new house. Then on Wednesday, we're driving from Atlanta to there. It's about an eight-hour drive so we should be there before supper. I wish daddy was feeling better, I'd like to give him a thank you fuck for all the help he's giving us kids." She told me. "Louise tells me he can't get it up at all anymore. I know it's killing him." I said, "Guess I'll just have to take his place at the pole." We both laughed at that.

"I'm beat, Sissy. I need sleep for school tomorrow, and I'm fucked out. I love you. I'll see you in two weeks." I said. "Love you too, Tall. Give Louise a big kiss on her pussy for me, will ya?" She replied. "Sure thing, bye."

I got a quick shower and turned in. As I lay there in the darkness, I decided that every person in my family was in some way twisted or perverted, including myself. There were a bunch of skeletons in closets around this house that hadn't as yet been discovered. I had come to realize that many of the people I knew were of the same ilk as we were. After the conversations I had with my family members these last couple of days, I figured that there was no need for me to try and change any of them and I certainly had no plans to change my way of thinking. I'm having too much fun to change.

The remark about the butterflies came back as I drifted off to sleep. I would use that in my paper to Ms. 'Hot To Trot' Stone. I now knew how I would finish my essay.



In The Beginning Ch. 09



I awoke to the smell of coffee and the Jacuzzi tub motor running. "Come on, Sleepy head, time to rise and shine. We got us a brand new day going on here." I heard Louise's cheerful voice sing out from my bathroom. "Yo mama Lou's got you a big tub of suds ready." I opened my eyes just a teensy bit, and peered toward the sound of her voice. "UP NOW!!" She bellowed, "Your bath awaits you Sire." I groaned and sat up on the edge of the bed and started scratching all the places you scratch in the morning. I spied the coffee cup on the nightstand, and picked it up. Hot cannot describe the sensation of that coffee as it hit my tongue. Solar-heat would more closely simulate the feeling. "Geez, Louise, are you trying to scald me?" I screamed. All I got in response was laughter and, "Big Dummy!!" from my tormentor.

	I padded across the carpeting to the bathing area and peeked around the corner. I was in no mood for any surprises from Louise this morning. The tub was heaped, high with soapsuds, and all I could see of Louise was her ample ass stuck in the air as she searched in the bottom of the linen closet for some missing artifact. She was fully clothed. I had a big piss hard-on and headed for the toilet room door. Once inside, I closed the door quietly and took care of my business. Once I had the necessities out of the way, I re-entered the bathing area and Louise was not in evidence. I descended into the tepid water and decided she was, in fact, trying to boil me for a meal later in the day. After a short soak, I had to admit that the hot bubbling water eased some of the tension. I actually felt human. I climbed out of the suds, jumped into the shower and rinsed and reached for a towel. Oh damn, the pink towels were back. She hates me. I just know it. What the hell, I thought, she gives the best blowjob in Florida. I'll put up with the pink towels.

	I dressed and tried the coffee again. I could drink it slowly now. I took the cup and ascended the stairs to the kitchen. Louise was piling hot cakes on a plate with sausages. "We gotta keep you strong, Tall Cool, your sisters are coming and I think you might need all the strength you can muster. It sounds to me like Dianne wants your pecker. And I know that if Dianne gets some, Camille will want equal time." She howled with laughter at her own remark. I didn't believe what was happening to me. I ate in silence. I glanced out of the corner of my eye at Louise and decided she had forgone the bra this morning. She wore a light sundress, and when she walked past a window, I could see right through it. I felt the stirrings again. "What were you looking for in the closet, Louise?" I asked. "Pink towels." Came her reply. Damn! I finished my breakfast and exited for school.

	I mapped out my day as I drove to Flagler Beach and school. It's Wednesday and tonight is band practice at Dennis' house. I really liked us to rehearse in the studio where I can record us. But tonight was his turn to host and we had agreed, long ago, to rotate. I had my guitar and a small amp in the trunk and I planned on an hour or two in the library so I wouldn't be going home until after practice. I could almost complete the draft of my paper for Ms. Stone today and all I'd have to do is type it up over the weekend. I'll be so happy to have that one out of my hair. We were to play Friday and Saturday nights at the White Lion, in St. Augustine. This place is a neat little bar and restaurant in the historical district. I had played there a couple of times before, with another band, but this was the first time for my group. We call ourselves D'lo, after a little town in Mississippi. One of the guys had passed through there while traveling and thought it would make a good name for a band, so there it is.

	I found a parking spot and walked up the sidewalk to the school door. I entered slowly, today; I didn't want to send any of the teachers cascading in peril if I could help it. Once with Ms. Stone was enough for a lifetime. I dropped some books in my locker and headed for my first period woodshop class. 

	Classes whizzed by without incident and at 3:30, I found myself in the library, in the same seat as yesterday. I had been inspired by my sisters' comment about the butterflies and my paper took shape nicely. I came to the last part of my recitation, and it was to reflect the influences that my teachers could make on me. I touched briefly on how an old crabby teacher with an attitude could cause me to take much less interest in a subject, or project, compared with a younger, more interesting person. Also I reflected on how the manner in which a teacher dressed, or moved, or the tone of her voice could influence my participation in class, or would be reflected in my assignments. It's my opinion, and I stated it, that a teacher projecting a good impression on a student, would encourage that student to reciprocate with one of his own. I included some personal observations about how a teachers' behavior and the things she did in the classroom affected me. Things like the tap of her high heels on the tile, or the rustle her nylons made as she walked past my desk during a test, or as she crossed her legs. The way she moved when she walked back and forth across the front of the room at the black board. Or the way she locked her knee and cocked one hip higher than the other as she turned to write on the board. Or how interesting she became when she leaned against her desk, and folded her arms as she addressed the class, and how I got BUTTERFLIES once, when she sat on the edge of her desk when she asked me to stay after class for a minute to discuss something. Or how she referred to me as her hero after I prevented her from falling in the hallway, MORE BUTTERFLIES. These influences helped to make me feel the way I do today. I didn't mention my sister, but she had helped to make the butterflies soar in me with regard to Ms. Marie Stone. 

	I stretched and looked at my watch, 5:45. I was pleased with my paper. Typing and grammar would take place on Sunday afternoon and I would be ready to turn my masterpiece in for consideration. I gathered my papers and made my way out to my locker. I dumped my books in, and turned to see Gail and Chrissie coming up the hall. I waited and greeted them warmly. They were cute and who knows, I might get lucky someday. "Hi Virgil." They chanted in unison. "Where you going?" "My band is rehearsing at Dennis' house at 7:00. I thought I'd drive over to the beach and get a burger at King's Café, before I go set up. Want to join me?" I questioned. Gail answered for both of them, "I have to take Chrissie home first, but maybe I'll come over to Dennis' later if it's all right with you?" "Sure, glad to have you. Why doesn't Chrissie come too?" I asked. Chrissie said, "I have a test tomorrow and I really need to study. How late will you be?" "No later than 9:00, I hope. I need to get some rest, I've had a remarkable week." I replied. "Maybe we'll see you later then?" I turned and started for the parking lot.

I drove over to the beach and parked in the lot next to King's Café. This is a neat little nautical place where a few of the kids go after school. I guessed they would all be gone by now, but the burgers were great and you could sit and look out at the ocean. I ordered a Giant Pelican Burger, all the way, with fries and a mug of root beer. My burger had just arrived when Gail stepped up to my booth and asked if she could sit down. I gestured to the empty seat across the table and she plopped down, making sure I got an eye full of bare thigh as she slid into the booth. 
"Hi Gail. Did you get Chrissie safely delivered home?" I asked. She searched her purse for a pack of cigarettes and found a lighter. After lighting up and exhaling a great plume of smoke into the air she looked at me and asked, "Why were you spying on us yesterday?" Busted!! I had been detected. "Sorry about that, Gail, I was getting a drink of water and I heard the moaning and groaning from the girl's room. I didn't know whom it was and I just sort of peeked in and watched you, that's all. I hope you're not too mad at me. I didn't even know your names until later in the library. Is Chrissie upset too?" "I don't think she knows. I didn't say anything to her. I saw you reflection in the mirror and what you did on the bathroom door. Damn, Virgil, it was all over the floor too." She seemed pissed, but I couldn't really tell for sure. "Why didn't you just walk in?" She asked. "I don't know, I just got hot watching you two and I didn't want to break anything up. You were enjoying yourselves so much. I just let you do it and jerked myself off. What can I say to make it better?" I was being defensive now, and I hoped she would accept the apology. "I just don't want you to think that we are a couple of lezzies, or anything else weird." She was speaking in a low voice so no one else could hear. "Gail," I said, "you got no idea about weird. I can tell you stories about weird that will take your breath away. What you two were doing yesterday was erotic as hell to watch. My dick got hard as steel, and I jerked off. I shot my wad at the same time you came all over Chrissie's face. It's beautiful to watch two sexy chicks getting it on. I wouldn't mind seeing you again, or even having the both of you at the same time. God, I don't believe we're sitting here talking about this." We looked at each other and burst into laughter.

I surmised from her laughter that we were over being upset. Gail had a tank top on now and every time she leaned forward, I could see her nipples just below the neckline. Much more flashing and I'd have a big hard-on. Things were sure getting sexy in my life. Everything around me was arousing me these days. "Chrissie says she can get out after 8:00 so we can come to Dennis' to hear you guys practice, but she has to be back by 10:00." Gail told me. I asked if she knew where Dennis lived and she said she did so I told her I'd see them there later and paid for my burger and headed for Dennis' house.

I arrived at Dennis' just before 7:00 and it only took me a minute to set up my amp and guitar. I tuned up and we started to play a couple of fast tunes to warm up. Terry, our bass player, told us we'd need a few slower songs early, due to people still eating and they probably wouldn't be dancing until the second or third set. We then played a couple of 'Pop' songs, a blues number and another slow instrumental and we figured that we'd be fine. We also rehearsed some country that we had done before, mostly standards, and then we decided to work a new rock song by The Rolling Stones. First time through, it went fair, second time it was tight.

Dennis told me that his dad had been having a little heart trouble recently, and they had canceled their trip to Chicago, for now, and that he would be available to play with whomever I decided upon, after Al and Terry left for school. This was great because Denny was our lead singer and I didn't know the words to most of the songs, although, I had been on a crash coarse to learn them. Denny and I had started the band together and to date, we had never argued over the music. He was being stupid over his girlfriend, who was an airhead, but that was his business and none of mine. The only thing wrong with Dennis was, he needed to get laid, really good once, and the girlfriend would be history. She kept him in a constant state of agitation and then wasn't giving up any pussy. Denny was horny, and needed to get fucked.

We were practicing in the garage, this prevented Dennis' parents from having to leave the premises during our sessions. I looked out the side window of the garage and saw Gail's car pull into the driveway. As they pulled up in front of the garage I saw that Chrissie was with her. They got out and walked into the open door and said hi to all and found a seat in two lawn chairs on the side of the garage. Gail was still in her tank top and mini skirt. Chrissie had a sleeveless T-shirt and skintight pink hot pants on. They both looked sexy as hell and I got a wonderful idea. Terry read my mind at the exact same time, DENNIS NEEDS TO GET LAID. "Hi girls," I drooled, "Anything special you'd like to hear Denny sing?" "Girl From Ipanema," Chrissie begged, "it reminds me of me." I thought to myself that if she wasn't a true redhead, there must be some blond heritage in there somewhere. We kicked off the song and Dennis crooned his little heart out. He sang the song directly at Chrissie and I could see her melting into her panties. Gail picked up on this too and smiled at me and gave me a little thumbs up. Smart girl, I thought, help me with this and I'll be so nice to you.

Al and Terry signaled that they wanted to shut down. I had no objection, and I was sure Dennis would find something else to occupy him the rest of the evening. Gail was whispering in Chrissies ear, and they were both giggling. She stood and came over to me and took me by the arm and walked me out the door onto the driveway. "Do you think Denny likes Chrissie?" She asked quietly. "You kidding me?" I answered, "His dick is sticking out all over the place. Do you think she'd fuck him?" "Oh God I hope so, her boyfriend is such a slug. All he ever wants her to do is blow him. Then he shoots it in her face and takes her home. The only time she gets off is when I eat her out. I hope he's not bashful. She can be a real slut. Do you think he's got rubbers?" She asked. "I'll give him a couple, then let's take a drive and give them some space." I said. "You want me to take a ride with you?" She squealed, "Really?" "Sure, why not? I won't bite, unless you ask me to." I said. "So give him the rubbers and let's go somewhere so you can start chewing."

I grabbed a box of Trojans from the glove compartment in the Ford and went back into the garage. Denny was sitting in the lawn chair and Chrissie was on her knees in front of him. She had his cock all the way down her throat. I motioned for Gail to come and watch this. She stepped up behind me and looked in at the two of them. Dennis was in heaven and Chrissie was going to town on him. Danny opened his eyes and glanced at us. I held up the box of rubbers and laid them on top of his amp. I gestured over my shoulder with my finger and pointed toward my car. He nodded and groaned as he blasted Chrissie's mouth full of cum. Gail and I both giggled all the way to my car and as we backed down the drive, Denny pulled the overhead door down on the front of the garage. "I hope they fuck themselves silly." I told Gail, "Denny needs to let go." Gail slid over close to me as I shifted into second and turned the headlights on. As I shifted into third she put her hand on my leg and breathed into my ear, "How about you fucking me silly?" "I can do that." I said. "Nobody is home at my sister's house." She told me. "It's on the corner of Old Moody Road and Lambert. I have a key." "Okay, Gail, you're on." I said. She slid her hand up and wrapped her fingers around my cock through my jeans. Things just keep getting wilder.
I turned onto Old Moody and drove toward Lambert. Gail was kneading my now very hard cock with her fingers and she had her other hand under her skirt and was obviously fingering her twat as we drove. "I haven't been fucked in a long time, Tall, I'm just so fucking horny. I hope Chrissie is getting it good; she hasn't been screwed in six months. Here we are." She pointed to a big, old two-story house on the corner that had been converted into four apartments. Her sister's was upstairs, in the rear and we climbed up the stairs on the outside of the house. Gail quickly keyed the door open and we stood in the small three room digs of her older sister. I pushed the door shut and Gail was in my arms and kissing me hungrily. Her tongue found mine and we dueled for many minutes as I pulled her tank top down to expose her hard tits.

Gail stood about 5'-5" and weighed close to 115 pounds. She had bright green eyes, puffy lips that gave the impression of always being pursed for a kiss. Her brown hair was rather short, but curly. Her tits were smallish, maybe 34B's, her waist very high and narrow, and her hips broad and curvy. She had incredibly long legs, small feet and wore sneakers with her black mini skirt and a green tank top that matched her eyes. She smelled clean, like soap. I mashed her tits with both hands as the kiss became more torrid. She sucked on my tongue and made mewly sounds with here throat. We staggered across to the sofa, still locked in the kiss and cascaded onto it in a heap. I fumbled with the zipper no her skirt and finally had her naked from the waist down.

We broke the kiss long enough to pull her top over her head. She jerked my shirt over my head as I shucked my pants and she pushed me back down in the couch. She got on her knees and took my cock in her hands. She suddenly shifted into slow motion. I was puffing like a locomotive but she had put the brakes on. "Take it easy." She said, "I want us to enjoy this." Her pointed little tongue lashed out and snapped a big drop of pre-cum off the end of my dick. Then she took a big lick up the side. Her movements were smooth like she had rehearsed this a thousand times. When her lips closed over my cock head, she moved slowly and deliberately, her tongue in constant motion. As she reached her maximum depth, she withdrew slowly and started back down again. I started to talk to her, encouraging her, "Feels like velvet, Gail. Your mouth is so hot. Can you feel my heart beat through my cock?" I heard her give a quiet moan and then she moved back down as far as she could take it. She could take about five inches in her mouth, but no more. She never gagged. She knew the limit. She was very good. "I want to taste you, Gail, turn around for me." I commanded.

We switched positions on the sofa. She lay back with her left leg up on the sofa, her right leg hanging over the edge onto the floor. I kneeled on the floor and brought my face as close to her splayed open cunt as I could. As I looked closely at her delicate lips, now moistened with her flowing juices, I wondered if she was a shooter like Helen and Karen. Her lips resembled an open wilting rose, with several petals on either side. I smelled her female musk and had to put my mouth against her flower and touch my tongue to her opening. She stiffened slightly at first contact then relaxed. I drew my tongue upward through her opening many times, each time causing her to secrete more of her nectar for me to consume. I retreated from her and touched her hooded clit with the tip of my finger. She stiffened again, this time she stayed up a little longer. As I uncovered her trigger, it seemed to extend, and grow longer, on it's own, not unlike a tiny hard-on. I wondered at the female anatomy, so soft and delicate, so sensitive and alive. I tongued her clit and she went rigid. Her orgasm lasted for more than a minute this time. All the while, I sucked on her clit and flicked it relentlessly with my tongue. "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!" She gasped, "Suck my pussy good." I tried to accommodate her by gently nipping her with my teeth. "AAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!! OH GOD!!!!" She clamped my head tightly between her thighs and bent nearly double over me as she crashed into another orgasm. "Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah." She was panting now, taking huge gulps of air as she descended from her flight. "Please, Virgil, let me rest a minute. I have to catch my breath." She pleaded with me.

I withdrew from between her legs and lay back on the floor. She handed me a pillow off the sofa, and I propped my head on it. I was looking up directly into her glistening cunt. Her lips were spread wide open and I could see right into her depths. "I want to ride you, Cowboy. "She panted, "Hold on to your hat." She stood up and reached for the rubber that I had placed on the table next to the sofa as I removed my pants. She tore the wrapper open and removed the condom. She put it into her mouth and kneeled between my spread legs. She then brought her mouth down over my throbbing cock and rolled the rubber down using her lips and tongue. She stood up, facing me, straddled my hips, and started to lower her body over mine. Her juices dripped onto my belly just above my prick. As she grew closer, her discharges splashed on my hardness. I held myself erect and she sat right down on me and slowly descended to the bottom. "UUUUUUMMMMMPPPPHHHH."  We gasped, almost in unison. Both of us felt the heat of passion at the same instant. I reached up with both hands and covered her hard tits and held on. As she began her up and down motion, I could feel myself stirring at the root of my balls. She was generating a colossal volcano within me. Her rhythm built steadily and soon she was humping crazily on me. I met each of her down strokes with an upward lunge of my own. I could feel the lava boiling and knew it would be a gigantic eruption. I held myself back as long as I could and when I felt her start to buck, I lashed upward and blasted into the condom with a river of hot sperm, then again, and a third time. Then several after shocks until she lay over and put her body, full length, on top of mine. Sweat oozed from every pore as we gasped for air. My cock remained tightly embedded in her for a long time. It was completely soft when she stirred and lifted off me.




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She crawled over to the coffee table and helped herself to one of her sisters' cigarettes. After lighting up and inhaling a lungful, she put the smoke carefully into an ashtray. She turned her attention to the billowing condom, which covered my limp pecker. She carefully removed the rubber, being careful not to loose any of its contents. She grinned at me as she held the tip with the fingers of one hand and the rolled end in the other. She then tilted her head back, brought the rolled end to her lips, upended it by the tip and poured the entire cum-load into her open mouth. I watched as she swirled my juices around in her mouth and then swallowed it down. "God I love the taste of cum." She declared. "It's been a long time. Since I've been fucked like that." I was still breathless, from the sex, but her number with the rubber made me weak. I am learning so much about women, and the education never stops.

"I've got to get Chrissie home." She stated. We dressed and left for Dennis' house. "I've never had anybody eat my pussy like that before. She said, as we drove. "Not even Chrissie. You made me cum so hard, I'll feel it for days." "You're a hot fuck, too." I replied, "The trick with the rubber was great! I've never seen anyone do that before." She chuckled and said, "Anything for a laugh." We both laughed after that and I pulled into Denny's drive.

Denny and Chrissie were sitting on the tailgate of his old pickup truck and Chrissie popped up as we got out of my car. "How'd it go?" I asked. They looked at each other and smiled. "Okay." They said together. Gail looked at me then at Chrissie. "Just Okay?" "Well, you know, it was good." Chrissie answered. "Like, it was our first time together and I didn't want to really be too radical, you know?" Gail shook her head and told Chrissie it was getting late and they better go. She came up to me and gave me a deep tongue kiss and whispered in my ear, "I want to do this again, real soon." I answered her with a pat on her cute butt. "You'll have to come over to my house sometime. There's lots of fun stuff to do out there. I'll show you the War Room." With that they were in Gail's car and gone.

"All right, Dennis, what happened?" I howled. "Tell me about the redhead." "Geez, Virg, I wish you'd stuck around. She was blowing me like crazy, for the second time, and Al and Terry came back. They forgot to take the mike stands and when they saw Chrissie suckin' my dick, they both wanted some too. After I came, she blew the both of them too, and I didn't want to kiss her after that. God I was so hot when she was doing them, I jerked off. After the guys left she begged me to fuck her and I just couldn't get it up. Fuck a duck, Virg, she's so fine. I hope maybe I can try again with her." I was floored. "Damn Denny, I'm sorry they came back and screwed you up. If I'd known that, we'd have stayed to run interference for you. I'll talk to Gail and see if we can work that out." "Man," He said, "I didn't even get to see her titties. But I have to tell ya, she can really suck cock." "I'm a connoisseur, my friend, I may have to give her a shot myself." I answered.

I left Denny standing on the driveway and waved as I turned up the street to go home. It had been another interesting day. Finals started on Monday and I needed to review a few things but I was comfortable I wouldn't need to bone up too much. I'd stayed up with my studies all year and I have a really good memory for facts. I turned north on A-1-A, and headed for Islands Estates, as we called our place in the dunes. Tomorrow's another day.



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I was awakened, on Thursday morning, by a hellacious thunderclap. My foggy mind managed to relate this event to the possibility that it was raining outside. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and saw the never-fail morning cup of coffee sitting on the nightstand. I used extra caution with the first sip, as yesterday I had nearly been scorched. It's hot, but I fooled Louise and didn't gulp the first taste down. I could not see or hear Lou. So I wandered into the bathroom for my morning constitutional, and was pleased to see blue towels on the rack this morning. I am suitably impressed. I had my shower, brushed my teeth, brushed the hair, which I have decided to let grow longer after graduation. What the heck, I thought, I'm a musician. I found a pair on light weight summer khaki pants, and a red silk, pullover shirt, and my penny loafers, grabbed the cup of hot coffee and made my way upstairs to find Louise.

As usual, Louise was her cheerful self and was busily heaping food on a plate for my consumption. "Morning Lou." I greeted her with a toothy smile. "Hi Honey Boy." Came her lilting reply. How can anyone be so cheerful at this hour of the day, it was barely 7:00 in the morning and already, she was ready to do battle with anything that came along. I needed time to adjust each day, or I was worthless. Louise placed the heaping plate in front of me and stooped to kiss me on the forehead. She was wearing a shimmering blue satin robe, belted at the waist, and as she kissed me, it fell open exposing her mammoth tits to my close inspection. "I love you so much, Virgil. You've been like my very own baby boy all these years. I know we're going to miss your daddy when he moves south, but I'm going to stay right here and keep on taking care of you just like I did for him and your mother. That is if you want me to." She looked like she was about to cry. "Of coarse I want you to stay, you are my mama, and you always have been, no matter what." I cuddled her in my arms and kissed her full on the lips. I felt her tongue push past my lips and she seemed to relax. "Let me eat and get to school, we'll talk about everything after I get home this afternoon."

As I pulled into the parking lot at school, I saw Gail's car parked out in the middle of the lot. Gail was sitting behind the wheel. I parked next to her and she jumped out and got into my car, "Hi Virgil." She smiled and straightened her skirt, which had ridden up over her rump as she slid in. "Hi Gail." I answered. "Boy, Chrissie was really bummed-out last night." She started, "She wanted to give Dennis some pussy, but after Al and Terry came back Dennis was kinda weird."

"So I heard. Denny says she sucked all of their dicks and then, he didn't want to kiss her. Denny's not too bright, some times. I'd have told those two to buzz off, if it was me. It was his deal, with her, and they messed it up by coming back. Although, she didn't have to blow them when she was set up there with Dennis." I said. "I know, she's a real slut sometimes. She'll blow anybody in the room, or all of them if they want it. That's why she can't get a decent boyfriend, I can't get through to her and I'm worried she'll get herself into trouble some day. Oh well, I sure enjoyed myself, last night. My pussy is still tingling from you." She said. "I enjoyed myself too, maybe we can go out or something sometime. I'm buried with stuff until after graduation, my sisters are coming in for a week, and my dad is moving to Key Biscayne. I don't have any idea what I'm doing right now. We have got to get to class." I returned. I started my car and pulled up as close to the school as I could get. It was still raining.

We ran up the sidewalk to the building together and she went to her first period chemistry class and I headed for the woodshop. I have been working on a jewelry chest all year and I was very pleased with my progress, to date, and would have it completed for a grade by the end of next week. I had glued many pieces of different kinds of wood together to make an interesting mosaic. It had two separate trays that lifted out, on a clever brass mechanism that I had purchased through a hardware catalogue. I have constructed several functional separations into the various trays. Each designed to accommodate different items of jewelry. One section for rings, one section for earrings, another for pins, and the larger bottom compartment for necklaces. It would be lined with red velvet. I was planning to make this project a gift to Louise, as a token of my appreciation for her continued love and attention. I am very proud of this piece because it took so long to make and it was coming out very nicely. I hoped that Louise would enjoy it.

Second and third periods were uneventful and I had just seated myself in the lunchroom when Chrissie carried her tray over to the table and asked if she could talk to me for a few minutes. "Sure, Chrissie, have a seat. You look nice today." She was wearing a skin-tight white knit dress, very short and simple. She piled her books on the table and sat next to me. "About last night," She began, "I can't imagine what I was thinking when Terry and Al came back. I was just so hot, and they came over to me and were feeling my tits and everything. I wanted to fuck Dennis, but they wanted blowjobs too. I'm just so stupid sometimes."

"I guess Denny was pretty let down. He likes you and his girl is a total nowhere when it comes to sex. He needs more than his cock sucked, if you know what I mean." I countered. "I know, I wanted to do him but we have to be somewhere alone. I can't help myself if anybody else is around. Gail told me you two had a great time last night. I get so jealous of her sometimes. She's so beautiful and smart. I wish I was more like her."

"Don't be so hard on yourself, Chrissie. You're just as hot looking as she is. You've just got to think about what you're doing. If you act like you did last night with the wrong guys, you could get yourself in a real jamb. Just use your head." I said.

I continued, "Dennis needs a steady girlfriend. I have the idea he's thinking you're a fuck-slut now and it might be hard to change that. I'll check him out and see if he's still interested, don't give up yet. "He says you suck dick real good, maybe you'd like to give me a shot sometime?" I chuckled. She looked at me and smiled, "You name the time and place, and I'll be there."

"Would you mind if Gail was there too?" I asked. "Both of us?" She asked back. "Yup, both of you. Gail told me she'd like that too." I stated. "Sure, why not" She said. "I gotta get to class, I'll see you later." She gathered up her books and tray and disappeared into the hall. I sat there for a couple of minutes and wondered what the hell was going to happen to me next. I still had an hour of history, and then English class, before I left for the day. A lot can happen in two hours these days.

I always enjoyed history class and Mr. Schultz was great. He had a way of making his class interesting. I was planning on a good grade on his final because I had breezed the whole year. This hour was spent on prep for next weeks' finals, which would be three sections. One Monday, one Wednesday, and one Friday. I looked forward to this exam, and didn't feel the need for a lot of touchup. Last period was English. Ms. Stone was her usual vivacious self and she spent the period talking about format and content for a good term paper. I had my essay already roughed out so I just jotted a few notes and sat there thinking about her and Dianne and Louise in the War Room. I got the butterflies. I had taken a seat in the second desk from the front today, in the row next to the door. As she had been talking to the class, I had doodled a butterfly on the corner of the page upon which I was taking notes. Ms. Stone wandered down the aisle two rows over, and came up the aisle next to my seat. She paused as she came by me and tapped her pencil on the edge of my desk, right by the butterfly, looked at me and raised one eyebrow slightly. I looked into her eyes and I got those vibrations again. She continued back to the front of the room. I watched her hips do the slow roll as she walked. She had a great ass. I knew that some day, I'd get to chew on it. I had a big boner when the bell rang, and I bolted for the parking lot before she saw the evidence.

As I plunged out the schoolhouse doors, I was met with an absolute downpour. I ran to my car, and was drenched by the time I reached it. I started the big Thunderbird power plant up, and turned down toward the highway. No stops today. I wanted to get home and dry off and I needed to talk with dad and Louise about a few things regarding dad's plans. Louise seemed rather preoccupied this morning and that was gnawing at me. I wanted to find out what was on her mind and assure her that I would help her if she had any problems.

I backed into my parking spot and dashed into the house. I stripped out of my soaking wet clothes, and grabbed one of the fluffy blue towels to dry off with. I'll have to remember to commend Louise for her color selection. As I was drying off the phone rang. I answered and it was Louise from upstairs questioning whether I would be home for dinner. "I am here for the duration." I told her. "Is dad home?" I asked. "He called from Ormond and said he'd be here by 7:00. He also asked to have a word with us if possible, tonight. He has some papers for us to sign regarding the estate and wants to talk to you about your graduation." She replied. "Cool." I said, "I'll be up in a couple of minutes. What do I do about this shirt? It's the red silk one and it's soaked. The pants I hung in the shower." I asked. "Bring it all up with you, I'll take care if it for you." She instructed.

I finished drying off, found a pair of cut-offs and a t-shirt, picked up my wet duds, and bounded up the stairs. Louise met me at the top of the stairs and disappeared into the laundry room with my wet clothes. She returned to the kitchen, chuckling to herself. "You must have looked like a drowned rat, young fella, your clothes were soaked."

" No joke," I answered. "It's pouring like hell out there. We need the rain but this is really something." She chuckled again and offered me a cup of hot coffee to stave off the chill. I accepted with the usual amount of caution, Louise's coffee will burn you to the bottom if your not careful. She poured us each a cup and she sat down at the breakfast table. She motioned for me to take a chair across from her and sipped on her coffee gently.

"I want to talk to you man to man." She said, "Let me say what's on my mind and then I want you to be honest with me. Okay?"

"Yes ma'm. I understand." I answered. She started, "All my life from the day I was born, I lived with either your grandparents, or your parents. That's over sixty years. I have never been a burden to them, and they have always been my family. Your mama and daddy and I were lovers for over forty years. There isn't a single weird sexual, perverted thing that we didn't do or tried to do. You name it, and we did it. We even had a child together. I think that may have in some way affected your mother's mind, but she never said so. Your dad protected you from all of it until just recently. I feel it in my heart that he is terribly ashamed of some of the things he's done and regrets it. I don't know. He's withdrawn from me somewhat since Grace passed away. I have also discovered that he has a prostate problem, and how he's dealing with that, I do not know."

"You must also realize that this family is absurdly wealthy. After the sale of his business, your father's assets will easily surpass two hundred million bucks. That's a lot of change. I think he's got a great deal of real estate, all over the country, and some other holdings I'm not privy to. He's made it clear to me that he wants to move south alone, although I would go with him in a heartbeat is he asked. I haven't pushed him and don't intend to. The past few days have endeared me to you more than you can imagine. I'm not going to beg for a place to live, or for money, I'm just concerned for my future. I would never cause you any grief if you chose to make other arrangements. I'm just a sentimental old fool and I love you all so much."

Louise paused and I could see the tears welling in her eyes. "May I speak now?" I asked. "You may." She whispered. I explained as best as I could, "You keep talking crazy, Old Black Woman, and Ill take you to the War Room, and beat your ass." Her eyes shone as I continued, "I have a few thoughts of my own, regarding the next few years, and none of those ideas exclude your presence here at Islands Estates. I have every intention to staying here to live. I want you to live here as well, but not as the galley slave. I want you to remain here as the woman of the house and we will manage whatever comes along together. I plan to continue on in school, in some capacity, and pursue music. I also have a keen interest in video. I don't know where any of it will lead, but I have to follow my dreams."

"Dianne and Camille are always welcome in this house and may come here to live at any time." I paused to gather my thoughts and continued, "If you had told me a week ago that you and I would have had a sexual relationship, I'd have laughed in your face. Things change so quickly. I had no idea about mom and dad, or any of the others, until you confided in me. I thank you for that. It was time that I knew. I have had sex with a different woman, sometimes more than one, every day this week. This is entirely new for me and it hasn't really set in as yet. I don't know where this is heading, but suddenly I've grown very popular. My dick might fall off if it doesn't let up a little, but what a way to go. I am sure that dad is making arrangements for us financially. He is a very generous man and cares about all of our welfare, above all else."

"I don't know how to be delicate about what I am about to say, just let it suffice to say, that I am not planning on matrimony any time soon. I hope that you will not be offended when I bring another woman here and fuck her. I may also take her to the War Room. I may invite you to join us; I might not. Our relationship shall remain the same as it always has been. Love is love, fucking is fucking, am I making any sense?"

I sipped on my coffee, and waited for Louise to process what I had said. Her reply surprised me. "First let me say that there's no way I could ever keep up with a stallion like you. Secondly, I love taking care of this old house, it's my life but, yes, the time has come for us to have some help with it. You will be the master of the house, and I will serve this house in any manner you see fit. I would never feel badly about your bringing your friends here, or other women. You might want to share sometime, you might not, if you did, that would be fun. Next, if I know your father, he's already in the process of taking care of the finances. And finally," She stood up and rubbed her hands down over her chubby butt, smoothing her skirt skin tight, "any time you get a hankering to take this bad old black bitch to the War Room and whip her ass, you just say the word. It's been far too long since the last time, and I need to be attended to." She turned away from me and bent forward from the waist, her skirt drew up tightly across her ass. I reached forward and smacked her on the haunch with my hand. It made a loud crack that echoed in the kitchen. She moaned and stood up and looked over her shoulder at me, rubbed her butt and winked. "I'll be down to tuck you in tonight when you go to bed, I'll be expecting you to help your mama feel better about herself."

"Now, I have to feed you two, so leave me alone in my kitchen." Louise announced, as she returned to her chores.

I rummaged in the cleaning supplies and found a spray can of upholstery cleaner and a rag. I went downstairs and out to my car to clean my backseat where Karen had gushed her pussy juices. The rain had stopped, and the clouds were breaking up and it looked like it might be a nice evening. I sprayed and rubbed the seat, and left the doors open to air the car out. I was finishing wiping the seat with my backside stuck out the door when I felt a hand reach between my legs and clutch me by the balls. I nearly jumped through the roof. I backed out of the car and prepared for battle. It was Karen and she was howling with laughter. "You trying to give me a heart attack?" I wailed. She continued to roar with laughter. I could not find the humor here, but she seemed to be having herself a time. "You should see your face." She continued to laugh. "It's priceless." I still failed to see the humor but gave in and gave her a peck on the cheek. She pulled my face to hers and stuck her tongue down my throat.

We broke the kiss and she smiled. "I heard you and Helen got it on the other day. I'm jealous. You're not mad at me are you?"

"No, Karen, I think she told me you went to Daytona. We were just hanging out, catching some sun, and went inside for a beer, you know?" I defended. "One thing led to another, and we wound up in bed. It's happening a lot to me lately."

"She let me suck your jizz out of her pussy after I got home. You tasted so good, Virgil, I can't get enough." She pouted. I have created a monster. "There's always more." I said. "Let's go in the studio so I can suck you off right now." She begged.

I picked up the rags and cleaner and closed the doors on the car. We ducked into the studio, and I unbuttoned my shorts and stepped out of them. "I only have time to do you." She said, "We're going up to St. Augustine for dinner with mom's boss and his wife." I sat on the sofa and she kneeled down between my outspread knees. Her tongue started to lave my balls and soon she had worked her way to the top. She was in a hurry and didn't spend a lot of time with preliminaries. As her head bobbed up and down, she followed it with her tightly clenched hand. It didn't take long and I was spewing my load down her throat. She gulped my semen down, without spilling a drop. She finished quickly and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stood up. "Gotta run, Virgil, thanks."

"Yeah thanks, Karen." And with that she was gone. I just sat there. Things are really starting to get strange.

I pulled my cut offs back up my legs and went to pick up my guitar. I was picking a few notes and my breathing had just returned to normal when dad stuck his head into the room. "Got a minute?" He asked. "Sure thing." I said returning my flat top to its stand. "I've been with the lawyers most of today and I need for you and Louise to sign a few papers for me. I've just discussed this with Louise and she wanted me to speak to you before we put ink to paper. I'm transferring a sizable amount of cash into a joint account for you and Louise to use for household expenses. More than you can ever spend. If it falls below a certain level, more will automatically be deposited. I'm also setting up an automatic deposit into each of your personal accounts. Don't get stupid and you'll never run out of money, there's just too much of it. The Estates will be put into your name; those are the papers I need you to sign tonight. Dianne and Camille are getting an equal deal. I'm taking the 38' Bayliner Boat south with me and I'm leaving the 27-footer here, with you. I'm also taking the Suburban, and leaving Louise the Lincoln and the pick-up is for you to use as you wish." 

"Sounds too fantastic to believe." I said. "You're not dying on us are you?"

"Not yet," He answered, "but I'm seventy three years old and you just have to plan for everything." He stood up and patted me on the shoulder, "Lets eat, Son, then I have to run these papers back to Ormond Beach tonight so Schnitzer can get the deeds changed pronto." With that we headed up to dinner.




In The Beginning Ch. 10



Louise had three places set in the dining and was busy dishing up the dinner. Dad reiterated his financial plans to the two of us and then explained the deed transfer papers we needed to sign. He was transferring the entire Islands Estates properties into my name. Louise was to witness my signature. Helen Blossom would notarize our signatures and the papers will be properly filed in the morning. The banking would take place tomorrow, and the money transfers would begin immediately. Louise and I were stupefied at the efficiency with which my father conducted business. 

We ate for a few minutes, and then dad asked me what I wanted for a graduation gift. "Don't you feel you're doing enough?" I asked. "Hey," He answered, "This other stuff doesn't count. Graduation only comes once." It only took me a flash to answer, "I'd like to have a nice video camera."

"Done." He said. "I'll start looking around. Now sign these papers so I can take them to that shyster lawyer. I don't know why Helen stays with him. He's such an ass hole."

"Dad," I commented, "He's been doing your legal stuff for forty years!"

"He's a lawyer, he's a shyster, and he's an ass hole. He thinks the same about me, but I'm good for about three hundred thousand a year and we got peaceful co-existence. Works both ways. Sign here, I want to get to Ormond before Schnitzer dies on me." We signed in the necessary places and he was gone like a wraith into the night.

I helped Louise clear the dishes off the table. She fussed at me the whole time about doing her work. I laughed at her and told her she was being disrespectful of my wishes to help her and if she didn't stop whining, I'd paddle her ass for her. She grinned at me and turned around, slowly raised her skirt up over her plump ass, exposing two big black orbs with a red thong panty oozing up from between her legs and spreading both ways around her waist. I stepped up behind her and smacked her, soundly on each cheek. If she had been any other color, she would have been sporting two righteous red handprints. "I'm going to my room now." I announced. "I'll expect you in twenty minutes, dressed appropriately for your punishment. You've been telling me how bad you've been and it's my duty, as master of the house, to levy the necessary justice."

I hurried down stairs, fairly shaking with the excitement of what was about to happen. Louise had been pumping me to spank her for several days. I've never been involved in real punishment before, and my mind was racing. I stripped naked and found a wide leather belt in my closet and buckled it around my waist. I also brought four neckties, that I absolutely hated, from my closet and laid them on the foot of the bed. I adjusted the dimmers on the indirect lighting in my bedroom to the brightest setting. I was now ready to receive Louise. My cock stood at full attention, I still had five minutes before she would come downstairs, and I figured she would be late so I'd have grounds to dole out more punishment. I got a cold beer from my fridge, and took a long pull. I was shaking even more now with the anticipation of her arrival. I stood behind the snack bar. I waited several minutes, and just as I suspected, she arrived nine minutes late.

I heard the knob on the door turn and she stepped into the room. Louise reeked of sex. She is large, not fat. Her tits were huge, 44DD. Her waist relatively narrow, her tummy almost flat, and her hips flared out and her ass cheeks were chubby and round. She had nice long legs, medium length coal black hair, and a stunning face. She wore almost snow-white eye shadow, bright red lipstick, a long purple scarf knotted around her neck, a matching purple garter belt and nylons and high-heeled shoes, and a beautiful smile. She also had huge, long dangly diamond earrings. Her bare pendulous tits hung heavy and proud. Her areoles were jet-black and more than three inches in diameter, and the nipples were rock hard and the size of shooter marbles. She is truly my 'Black Queen Of The Estate'. 

"It would seem that you've misjudged the time." I stated. "Must you always aggravate me?" I inquired. "I'm sorry sir." She whined. " I was only trying to look nice for you. Do you approve of my attire?"

"Your attire pleases me, my queen." I said, and she beamed at my reference. "But your tardiness grieves me." She stood straight and tall, thrusting her huge bosom forward, and she spoke, "Then I must be punished, sir."

I stepped from behind the bar and stood directly in front of her, my spear pointing straight at her belly button. "Kneel before your king." I commanded her. She knelt and her lips were just inches from my erection. "Touch my lance, my queen, but only with your tongue." She opened her lips and her tongue came forward and took the clear droplet that hung from my cock. She licked all around the end and started down first one side then the other. Nothing was missed, for she had touched it all around. "Now you must brand me with your whorish lips, and leave your color on my manhood for all to see." She opened her lips wide and took my cock in until I felt it touch the back of her throat. She closed her flaming lips around my shaft and twisted her head so her lips rotated in a circular motion around it. When she removed her mouth, there remained a bright red ring of her lipstick half way down my cock. She looked up and smiled. I was impressed.

"Stand before me, my black slut, and prepare to receive your punishment." She stood. I walked passed her to the bedroom, and turned and said, "You will enter my bed chamber and stand facing the bed. Put both of your hands high on the post." I took one of the neckties and tied both of her hands, high over her head, to the bedpost. After tying her hands, I knelt behind her and gently rubbed her ass cheeks, with both hands. I kneaded her ample flesh and she moaned. The tops of her nylons were wet with the fluids, which leaked from her cunt. I spread her feet wider apart and I could see her dark puffy lips hanging between her legs. They glistened with her juices. I touched her distended lips with my fingers and she rose up onto her toes and then returned her heels to the floor. I watched as her cunt lips grew fatter with my touches, and seemed to hang farther down and apart. I could now see the pink folds within her darkness. I reached under and flicked a fingernail across her clitoris. She bucked up very high this time, and more juice leaked onto her stocking tops. I leaned forward and touched my tongue to the wrinkled pucker of her ass hole. She stayed on her toes as her orgasm caused her to grab the bedpost and tremble violently. I heard the sharp intake of her breath.

I stood and removed the belt from around my waist. I doubled it over and strapped her buttocks firmly. Two strokes, smack, smack. "OOOOHHHH, yes, my king." She wailed, "Show me the error of my evil ways." Two more strokes, smack, smack. Harder this time, but not brutal. I didn't know if I could do that. Pain yes, but not injury. "OOOOOHHHH, I've waited so long." Two more strokes, smack, smack. "WHOOSH." The air came out of her and she locked her knees straight "Have you learned your lesson yet, Bitch?" I asked. "It's becoming very clear, my king, but I've done so many things wrong. Perhaps you could find it in your heart to cleanse me of all my demons?" She begged. Smack, smack, smack, smack. "OH YES, MY LORD, SHOW ME THE WAY!!!" Tears had started to flow down her cheeks, and her stockings were now stained all the way to her knees, from her excretions. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack. "AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!! OH SWEET JESUS, I'M CUMMING AGAIN!!!" She howled. She stood rigid against the bedpost for more than a minute and then slumped to hang from her bonds. She sobbed for many minutes as her passion subsided. I dropped the belt on the floor and took her face in my hands and kissed her savagely on the mouth. She engulfed my tongue, as she moaned into my mouth.

I untied her hands and we tumbled onto the bed. I pushed her forward and mounted her from the rear. Again and again I humped into her weeping cunt, each time I reached the bottom I felt her cervix. My balls swung forward and slapped her clit, with every stroke. Each time I thrust ahead, she lurched back onto me. When the flood came, it was like a levy bursting. I filled her with my massive seminal release. I pumped and pumped, even when the flow had stopped. I finally had no strength left. I collapsed forward onto her back pushing her face down on the bed. I slipped out and rolled off her to the side. She turned almost immediately and started licking our mixed juices from my body. She licked for a long time. Slower and slower until she moved up next to me laying on her back with her head on my arm.

"Louise," I said, "one of us will surely die from this some day. I've never felt such excitement, such power. It overtakes your whole being."

"Oh Sweet Baby Boy, it gets better. I have so much to teach you. But we'll need others to play with us. I'm too old to keep this up. But my God, what a rush! I know its only play-acting, but the feelings get so strong in you." She replied. "You make this old lady feel so good. Kiss me now, Sweet Boy, and get you a shower. I'm going upstairs and to bed. Sweet dreams."

I showered and crawled into bed, exhausted. If Louise wanted to teach, it would seem my education would be exciting.



In The Beginning Ch. 11



As I lay in the darkness, I tried to make sense out of the past few days. I thought of the bizarre things I had learned about my mother, and the rest of my family for that matter, and the strange relationship she and dad and Louise had shared. It seemed to me as if mother had concocted this wild and crazy scenario for their lives and then, wasn't satisfied with her results, and just gave up and conveniently died leaving Louise holding the bag. She had created in Louise, a woman of huge character and determination, turned all of her problems and possessions over to her and just checked out. Louise appeared totally submissive at times, but still, she had the strength and resilience to keep the entire family functioning. She has now chosen to devote herself completely to the task of making my life a success. Go figure.

My father had suddenly come up with this unbelievable plan to split his fortune between Dianne, Camille, Louise and I, and then just move south. I still wanted to get more insight into his thinking, but was reluctant to upset him right now. His mind is going a mile a minute, and everything he's done has been to benefit the rest of us. I hope guilt wasn't a contributing factor, or if it was, I hope he gets over it after he gets situated in the Keys. I thought I might drive down later in the summer and spend a few days alone with him and see if I could be enlightened.

I could see lightening flashing on the walls in the studio, through the bedroom door, and hoped today would not be a repeat of yesterdays deluge. I was looking forward to our gig at The White Lion this weekend. I hoped that rain wouldn't dampen the crowd. St. Augustine, being such a big tourist town, boasted some really great audiences for entertainers. I especially enjoyed playing The Lion because of the atmosphere. It's located in the historical district, and the building was originally constructed back in the late 1600's. The restaurant and bar were basically one room and the band played right in the center between the two areas. You could see into both the bar and restaurant from the stage. The spectators sat on three sides of the stage and it was rather cozy.

I glanced at the clock and saw that it was only 5:35 AM. I usually didn't wake up early. Things had been happening in such a flurry lately, I must want to get started early, so I won't miss any of the action. I really need to slow down.

I decided to get up and have a nice hot bath before school. I ran the tub full, as hot as I could stand, and slid in. I switched the Jacuzzi on and was enjoying the bubbles when I saw the lightening flash on the draperies. I really hoped it wouldn't rain. The hot water had relaxed me, and the next thing I knew, there stood Louise, grinning like the Cheshire cat, with my morning cup of scalding coffee hanging from her finger. "Well, don't you look all comfy there with the bubbles going?" She asked, "Did you have a hard time sleeping too?" I peered up at her beaming face, reached for the proffered coffee cup, and asked, "You too?" She stood with her hands on her hips looking down and nodded, "Lots to think about these days. Your papa's got me worried. He's thinking too clearly and that's always cause for alarm." Then she tilted her head back and laughed a great big belly laugh. "It's been almost fifty years I've known that rascal, and nothing surprises me anymore. But he's on a mission, and there ain't no changing his mind. We've just gotta live with it."

"By the way, Tall, you all right with last night?" She asked. "Yeah, you?" I asked back. "I got off easy. Your daddy used to play a lot rougher. I might not be able to handle that much anymore. I needed the discipline though. Can you understand?" She replied. "I felt the rush. I don't think I can go any harder. It's just not in me. I liked the king and queen bit though. It made me feel the power, not that I need it. I've just never had to be the pusher. I'd rather lead. Do I make any sense?" I countered. "More than you can ever know, Sweet Baby, more than you can ever know." She said. "Now get your skinny white ass out the tub and come up for breakfast." 

She spun on her heel and was gone. I pulled the plug and reached for a towel. Yellow today, good girl, I like yellow towels. I found a bright yellow Hawaiian shirt, with colorful butterflies all over it, and a pair of jeans. I dressed and climbed the steps just as I monstrous clap of thunder shook the whole house. Damn, it is going to rain. I hoped it would be short-lived; I really wanted it to be nice tonight. I sat and watched Louise finish loading my plate and as she placed it on the table I asked her, "Have you given any more thought to hiring a couple to help around here?" She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat across from me at the table. "As a matter of fact, I have. I talked to your dad this morning, before he left, and he agrees with us that we need to staff this place like they did several years ago. He thinks we need a cook-housekeeper, someone to keep up the grounds, and a maintenance person to take care of the buildings and pool." She said. I agreed with her assessment. I asked, "Anybody particular you have in mind?" "I'd like to see if we could locate that girl Janice. I enjoyed having her around. I heard she had a rotten marriage and is divorced and living up in Jacksonville. I'm going to try and find her right away. I'll need help with your sisters coming." She answered. "Good. I'll ask at school if anybody is interested in the grounds keeper job for the summer. That would give us a chance to find someone permanent. Now, I have to scoot, I'll be late tonight. We are playing in St. Augustine and I'll take my clothes and change after we set up." I carried my plate to the sink and turned and nearly ran over Louise. She stood on tiptoes and kissed me on the chin, and said, "You play good tonight, make your old black mama proud." I squeezed a big titty with one hand, and patted her butt with the other. "Bye my Queen." I was gone.

It rained until just after lunch and then the sun came out and it cleared off. It would be a barnburner if it stayed like this into the evening. I saw a couple of my chums and mentioned the summer job offer and felt confident that I had that position covered. I was nearly late for Ms. Stone's class and had just stepped into the room as the bell rang. As I took my seat, I glanced up at Ms. Stone and noticed she wore a black pullover blouse, with a sequined butterfly on the left side right over her breast. She smiled and said, "Nice shirt." I grinned and pointed at the butterfly on her blouse, "Yeah, good choice for you too, lots of butterflies." She stared straight into center of me and I watched the corners of her mouth twitch as she said softly, "Lots of butterflies."

Then I saw all her teeth at once as she smiled and turned to the class and launched us into our lesson for the day. I had no idea where any of this would go, all I knew was that I wanted Marie Stone in the War Room, tied to the horse with my dick in her ass. So many butterflies.

The bell rang, and I bolted for the parking lot. I waved at Gail and Chrissie and loped over to Gail's car and met them just as they walked up. "You coming to The White Lion tonight?" I asked. "Chrissies boyfriend wants to take her to a movie in Daytona, but I think I'll come anyhow. I asked my sister if she wanted to come too and I think she's up for it." "Great, tell everybody over at King's if you go by there. I'd like to have a crowd." I said. "Look, Hon, I gotta fly, I want to get there early and help set up the sound board before we're overrun with tourists. See you tonight." I touched her cheek with my fingers and headed for my car.

The drive from Flagler beach to St. Augustine is beautiful any time of year. I always enjoy driving on A-1-A. I cruised north and it took about forty minutes to reach the bar and I backed in just ahead of Dennis and Terry with the truck. We unloaded and exchanged pleasantries with the bartender and started carrying in our equipment. I appeared that they had made some improvements since the last time and we would not be required to use our own lighting system. The house had installed a new integrated system with all kinds of different effects. This was going to be great. We took our time with the sound equipment and amplifiers and did an especially neat job of laying the cables. The stage was nearly clear of wires and that makes it much less dangerous if you want to move around while you are playing. We did a few sound checks and found everything to be in order. Al showed up right on time with his drums and we all helped him in and he was ready to go in no time. We still had a little over an hour before we were to start, and I decided to have big platter of fried shrimp before we did.

I attacked the shrimp. I hadn't realized how hungry I was until after I had eaten. I went to settle with Gerri, my waitress, and she told me dinner was on Bob our bartender. The place was beginning to fill up with the after work crowd, and I had to skirt the outside of the dance floor to get over to the bar. I dropped a five spot in Bob's tip jar and he nodded his thanks and asked what we would be drinking while we played. I told him I'd be having sweet tea until we finished, and then maybe one beer. I told him the others would let him know during our first break.

I moved back to the stage and stepped up. I had just plugged in my tuner and started to put the final twist on the strings when I saw Helen and Karen come through the door. Outstanding! I thought to myself, I don't think Helen has ever heard us play as a group. They looked fine and waved as they found a table on the far side of the dining room.

The rest of the guys joined me and we started at eight sharp. I always try to be punctual with the start time. It impresses whoever booked you. We kicked it off with an instrumental by the Ventures, called Perfidia. I always like to open with an instrumental because it helps to get a sound level check without the vocals. We played through the tune twice and I nodded at Denny and we modulated in to a Jimmy Buffet song titled Come, Monday. The first set went well and the dance floor got its first taste of the tourists, for the night. I saw many familiar faces and I felt wonderful. We played through our first break and waited until just after ten o'clock to make a nature call. The place was packed by now and Bob had my tea sitting on the end of the bar when I got there. "You guys are fantastic. Everybody loves you. Talk to me later about some future dates, I want to put y'all in the regular rotation with the other bands." Bob shouted over the din. He threw me a thumbs-up and went back to his customers.

I squeezed my way over to the men's room and had to wait to get in. I felt a hand on my butt and looked around to see Helen's smiling face. "Hey, Big Guy, not bad. You're very good. I'm impressed." "Thanks, Helen, I'm glad you're enjoying yourselves." I answered. "How about coming by the house tonight when you get finished?" She asked. "Sure, Helen, but it'll be late. We don't quit until one AM." I answered. "We'll leave the light on for ya." She disappeared into the crowd. There was that WE word again. I felt lucky. I took care of my iced tea overflow problem and went back to the stage.

We started again at 10:20 and played 'til 11:45. We took a short break, and went back from 12:00 'til 1:00. I announced that the last dance was a ladies choice and we would love to see everybody tomorrow night. We played a slow dance tune and we got a nice hand from those still present and pulled the plug. Bob came up as soon as I stepped down from the stage and handed me as envelope with five one hundred dollar bills in it. "Our deal was for four a night." I told him. "The extra is your tip, from the house, for starting and finishing on time and only taking two breaks instead of four. This envelope is your split on the tips with the waitresses, and the bar. We did over nineteen hundred bucks because of you guys keeping the crowd in here for us. Twenty percent is yours. House rules." "Great rule, Bob, but y'all split that up between yourselves. I do this because I love the music. My guys made enough tonight, and the house extra was great too. We'll really give them hell tomorrow, Saturday is always a better night anyhow." I chided him. "Thanks. What do they call you anyway?" He asked. "Well, Virgil's my given name, and my family calls me Tall Cool One, because of the name my half-sister gave me when we were kids. But the guys in the band just call me Cool. My friends don't know what to call me, so I guess you can pick from any of the above." I answered. He stuck his hand out to shake mine and we both laughed as he said, "Cool it is. Let's have that beer now."

I finished my beer, picked up my guitar and left for home. The drive was peaceful and there was no traffic at this hour. Without speeding, I made it to the Islands in twenty minutes and, as per her instructions, the light was indeed still on over Helen and Karen's door. I tapped lightly on the door and Karen greeted me warmly with a deep wet kiss. "Hi, Cool, want a drink?" She purred. "Beer's good." She stepped away from me and I saw that she was dressed appropriately for an evening of sex. I could also taste Helen's pussy on my lips from her kiss. They had started without me and they were probably hot as hell. Karen's hair was piled high on her head and she wore a short, silver, transparent robe and silver pumps. Her make-up was severe, almost trashy. She looked sexy. As she handed me the beer, Helen walked into the room wearing exactly the same outfit, and make-up. Hair also piled high on her head she came into my arms and kissed me just like Karen had. She smelled of Karen. "Hi, Virgil, how'd it go tonight after we left?" She also purred. "Great. I like that place. We even got a nice tip." I answered. She rubbed my swelling lumber through my pants and asked if I was interested in fucking two horny bitches tonight. "You're not bitches." I returned. "Oh? We can be if we're not going to be fucked." She demanded. "So then, let's do the fuck thing. We don't want you two to be bitchy, do we?" We all laughed and went into the den.

They had a big leather sofa in the den and two chairs. A stack of towels sat on the floor near the end of the sofa and one was spread open on the sofa. It had a large wet circle on it where one of them had evidently had an orgasm. Both of them being copious shooters, it would be hard to say who had made the spot. Helen picked up the towel and dropped it behind the sofa. "We got started early, Karen couldn't wait for you and I had to settle her down." "I know. I could taste her on you, and your sweet pussy juice on her. Did she get you off too?" I chuckled. "Not yet, I want my first explosion to bathe your sweet face." She whispered as she melted into my arms for another deep kiss. She fumbled with my belt and then I felt two pairs of hands removing my shirt and jeans. I sat on the sofa, took a quick pull on my beer and gathered one of them in each arm. They were both so gentle, soft and tickly, two sexy vixens both on the same mission. Karen had her mouth on my fully erect cock, licking the droplets of pre-cum as they emerged. Helen licked and nibbled on my nipples and neck. She had a hand on Karen's head as if to raise her up and down on my shaft. "Let's get on the floor," I urged, "I want to eat your pussies."

Helen lay down on her back and I took a position between her legs and licked her puffy lips savagely. She bucked like a bronco and begged for me to slow down. I accommodated her and felt Karen's hot tongue run across my ass hole. Her hand cradled me balls and she lathered my entire bottom with her mouth. Helen was sobbing and pushing her cunt into me face. I thrashed her clit with my tongue. Karen had moved around and found Helen's mouth with hers and was kissing her deeply and tongue-fucking her face. I watched as the two of the exchanged deep sucking kisses. I backed away from Helen and pushed Karen back and ravaged her dripping cunt. She shrieked as I found her protruding love button. Helen was shaking and had both of her hands clenched between her legs to slow the sensations.

I wanted them to both cum on my face so I sat up and leaned against the front of the sofa. I pulled them both to me and as I fondled their tits I told them I wanted them to each shoot their juices onto my face. They climbed up, one knee on the sofa, the other foot on the floor, one to the left, one to the right. I started to lick them. Alternating from one to the other, licking the lips, then the clit. Back and forth, both of them were getting closer and I could feel them tremble each time my tongue hit home. Helen reached her end first. She and Karen were wrapped in a steel tight embrace, mouths joined together so that only moans, and grunts could escape. She erupted in a torrent. Her cunt juice washed over my face as if poured from a caldron. Once, twice, three waves hit my face and then I felt Karen stiffen and I turned my face to feel her flood me with her first release. She erupted again and again, until I sat there, in a lake of their mixed juices, on the carpet. They clung to each other still kissing and still humping each side of my face. I could hardly breath. They had to stop soon, or I was sure I'd lose consciousness. 

They broke their embrace and Helen sat down next to me on the floor. Karen slumped back on the sofa with one leg behind my head, the other leg hanging to the floor beside me. My mainmast still stood tall and proud and Helen took it gently in her hand and slowly stroked it from root to tip. I was soaked in their mixed juices and little rivulets ran down various crevasses of my body. My body was slippery from the mixture of female ejaculate and my own sweat. I felt wonderful. Helens tongue was busy on my neck and shoulder. I felt Karen move and soon I felt her start to lick and suck on the other side. "I want to see you fuck mama's ass hole, Cool." I heard Karen whisper in my ear. "I want to see her take your cock all the way up her hole." "Helen," I said, "Show me your ass." "Ooh yeah, lick my butt hole." She begged. "Stick your tongue in my ass." She moved forward and presented her proud round cheeks high in the air. I moved into her cleft with my face and my mouth began a slow search for her center. Each time I came into contact with her rosebud, she would stiffen and then relax. Karen crawled under her in a sixty-nine position and sucked for flowing pussy, while I worked on her ass. Helen was flying up in the clouds now. Her nectar flowed freely from her protruding cunt lips over Karen's face. Her ass hole seemed to be trying to suck my tongue inside each time I rimmed her. I finally stopped teasing her and thrust my tongue through her ring and she stiffened again. This time I heard her moan loudly and Karen moaned at the same time. I had found something that took Helen to new heights. "Put your cock in me, Cool, please fuck my ass. Push it right in me, I'm so fucking hot." I heard her pant. "Fuck her ass, Cool." It was Karen urging me on.

I rose up onto my knees and forward. My cock thrust out like the bowsprit on a schooner. Karen's tiny hand reached from between her mothers legs to guide my journey into Helen's waiting sphincter. Her fingers held me firm and as my lance touched Helen's hole, she pushed back as Karen pushed me in. About three inches disappeared. I stopped and Karen released me and turned her attention to Helen's cunt. I felt her tongue through the thin wall separating the two cavities. I withdrew and advanced again, this time deeper. Helen's moaning grew louder and was now continuous. Again, I withdrew, and again I pushed forward. She met each thrust with her own backwards heave. Karen was sucking on her cunt with a constant steady motion and each time I was embedded all the way in Helen's ass, her tongue would swipe across my balls. Each time I withdrew, I could look down and see Karen licking Helen below my cock. This is as nasty as sex can get. Ass fucking a beautiful woman while her daughter eats her cunt and licks your balls at the same time, has a meaning all of it's own. I was consumed.




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The storm was raging inside of me and the waves were getting higher. Helen was cresting with nearly every stroke. Karen made a steady groaning sound as Helen sucked unabashedly on her clit. I rode to the top of the wave, and receded into the trough, again and again. As the waves grew higher, I found I was slowly reaching an enormous height, and I would soon breech. One last ascent, and as I reached the top, the waves crashed over us, throwing the three of us into a maelstrom of sexual fury. Karen and Helen flooding each other with wave after wave of frothing woman cum and me flooding Helen's tiny ass hole to overflowing with my tepid semen.

We stayed frozen in time for many minutes, suspended above the waves, only coming back to reality as the blood started to flow back into our brains after spending so much time in our loins. My cock relaxed in Helen's hole and plopped out to land on Karen's forehead. Karen opened her eyes and looked up at me. She stretched her head back and took my flaccid tool in her mouth and sucked it all the way in to my balls. She mouthed me only briefly and then spit me out. She clamped her hungry mouth over her mothers' leaking ass hole and sucked my fluids from her 'til she was dry.

I fell back against the couch and stayed there a long time. I was aware of the women moving around and I opened to find Helen wiping the sweat and other discharges from between her legs. "That was hot, Cool. That's the first time I ever had a dick up my ass. I think I liked it." She said. "I liked it too, Helen. We'll have to do it some more, Karen too." I replied. "I'm going home and get some sleep. I'm beat." "Sure, Baby, Karen's in the shower, I'll tell her you left." She said.

I dressed quickly and crossed the yard to my place. Once inside, I flopped down on the sofa and just rested. A glance at my watch told me it was 4:15 AM. I forced myself into the shower and then welcomed the coolness of the sheets on my tired body. Sleep came fast, tomorrow would be Saturday, and I had no commitments until it was time to play tomorrow night. What a week.



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I awoke with humming in my ears. The room was still dark, but I could see light coming in around the drapes and the humming had to be Louise in the bathroom. She never quits. I crawled up and sat on the edge of the bed, scratched all the necessary places and tried to decide if I wanted to brave the john now, or wait until Louise went back upstairs. "I hear you scratchin' out there." Came the musical voice of Louise. "Long night, Romeo?" How can she always be so cheerful in the morning? I pondered to myself. "It was." I grumbled, "What time is it?" "Right close to 2:30 in the afternoon and you ain't got so much as a lick in yet today. You gonna spend the rest of the day in the bedstead, or are you going to get out of it so I can make it up?" She was always so damned pushy, I just get home after a hard night of playing music, and two wild females afterwards, and here she was trying to throw me out of my own bed just so she can make it up. There ought to be some kind of a law passed against this kind of treatment. As I stood to make the trek across the room to the facilities, I was bathed in daylight as Louise pulled the drapes open.

I took a long shower and let the water run on me for a few minutes and then put on a pair of old cutoffs and went up to the kitchen to see if I could con Louise out of something to eat. After coffee and some homemade spoon bread, I decided to spend a short while working on my term paper for the Good Ms. Stone.

I descended the stairs to the studio, and stood just inside the door looking across the studio. This room is really quite a place. It measures forty by seventy five feet and has floor to ceiling windows and the entry door down one short wall facing the river. The stairway door to upstairs is directly across from the entry door. This room houses my sound studio and a kitchenette area with a breakfast type bar, and a lounging area with three big overstuffed sofas and three cocktail tables. Large, colorful, stuffed pillows were all over the place. The walls are dark slab cypress planking, rough-cut and standing vertically. The ceilings are ten feet high, and bear heavy cedar beams spaced about four feet apart crossways, with Spanish style rough textured plaster between. The ceilings above had been sound proofed to keep the loud music from disturbing the occupants upstairs, namely my father and Louise. The floor was carpeted with very thick burgundy plush carpet, which also aided in the sound deadening. In the center of the wall farthest from the stairway is the door into the bedroom suite. This room is twenty eight by thirty six feet and is also paneled in plank cypress with the beamed ceilings. On the right, facing the river are two six foot wide floor to ceiling windows, twelve feet apart with the king sized, walnut four-poster soft-side waterbed between them.

To the far left, across the room, is what I call 'The Great Lake'. A huge rockslide of large stones, many over a foot in diameter, cascades form ceiling to floor, for about eighteen feet left to right, into a Kidney shaped concrete pool in the floor. The pool runs the width of the stones and is from six feet to ten feet across on opposite ends, and is three feet deep at the deep end. The left end of the stone pile extends into the bathing area and closes in one end of the sunken Jacuzzi tub. I have large koi and goldfish in the pool. The water is pumped up almost to the top of the rock pile and when the pump is turned on, the water flows down over the rocks and into the pool. The stones are all mortared in place and the whole effect is most interesting. I enjoy the sound of the running water when I sleep and often let the water run all night. Dad thought I was nuts when I proposed the waterfall and pond, but after we spent nearly a year of evenings and weekends building it together, he conceded that it was a real nice piece of work. It is planted with many climbing type vines and plants, with spotlights and underwater lighting adding to the effect.

The bathroom extends to the left and the whole room is carpeted with the same carpet as the studio. Heavy walnut dressers, chests, and nightstands and two big leather chairs complete the décor. At the right end of the rockslide, a doorway leads into a study. This is where I do my schoolwork. This room is sixteen by eighteen feet and has floor to ceiling book shelves on the far wall, a large desk with a credenza to the left, two leather chairs facing the desk and a small bar with a little refrigerator to the right of the door. On the right end, facing the river, are two tall, narrow windows, and a door that exits outside. I prefer to study in this room because it's always quiet here. Behind the desk, in the left corner, is another door that leads into a cavernous cellar area under one of the bedroom wings of the house. This basement is very large and is used to store lumber and building materials which are used for the constant repairs that are required on a house of this size and age. A complete woodworking shop is also housed in this cellar. Another huge basement room extends under the third wing of the house. It is used mostly for storage. A large mechanical room separates the two basements and houses the heating, ventilating, and air conditioning systems, along with a power generator, which is used if the power goes off during storms, and the filter equipment for the swimming pool.

The whole main floor was decorated like a great medieval castle. Heavy draperies, cover the windows, massive wood furniture and paintings with huge, scrawling frames, adorned each room. Hammered wrought iron chandeliers hang from the high ceilings, and Persian carpets cover the heavy planked floors. Large candelabras sit here and there throughout the many huge rooms and you almost feel like one of King Arthur's Knights when you are here. The four bedroom suites, each with three rooms are also decorated in the same manner. Tapestries can be found hanging throughout the house. There are also ten fireplaces throughout the house. 

The upstairs, five room apartment where my sister Dianne had lived, has been decorated in a purely ancient Spanish motif, and reflected her tastes at the time she had resided there.

The walls, and floors, of the entire house are poured concrete with steel reinforcing. The roof is terra-cotta tile, and for all practical purposes, the house is hurricane proof. It lived through a direct hit by hurricane Dora in 1964, and several other near misses over the years. The whole place is the product of my father's wild and crazy imagination. He tried to give my mother everything she ever wanted and she still died a very troubled soul. I couldn't conceive of how this place had come to be, but it was all mine now and I had no idea in the world what I was to do with it. I guess, I'd just live here and have a good time spending dad's money as long as it lasted.

I crossed the studio and bedroom and sat behind my desk and spread the hand written draft of my paper out on the desk and did a slow proof reading of my recitation. I decided I had presented my ideas as well as I could have hoped. I penciled in a couple of word changes and added one more reference to the butterflies, chuckled to myself, and switched on my typewriter. I had a notion that I should use some really good bond paper to type this on so I jumped up and went upstairs to raid my dad's office for the good stuff. Louise was busy in the kitchen and asked as I scurried through, "You be here for dinner?" I asked her what was on the menu and she said, "Fried fish and hush puppies and slaw." "Absolutely, I'll be here. Best food in the whole world." Louise is a master in the kitchen, and fried fish is her specialty. Not just fried, but deep southern, beer batter fired, makes your mouth water to think about it, fried fish. I got a fist full of the good paper and retreated to my study and cranked up on the typewriter. I had been pecking away for almost two hours when the phone startled me out of my concentration. I had typed fourteen pages and had several more to go. I reached for the phone, and I tucked it under my ear, with the intention of keeping going on the paper while I talked, when I heard the sweet as honey drawl of Camille come over the wire. "Hi Cool, how's my baby brother?" All progress on my paper came to a halt as I turned my attention to my half sister. "Why Sugar, I'm just fine as virgin silk, how's with my sweet brown sugar?" I responded. "Missing you, Sweetie, I just can't wait to see ya. You being good?" She asked. "I'm trying not to be. I gotta tell ya, it's a tough job trying to satisfy all those fine honeys been chasing after me since I started the band. I've had quite a couple of weeks here lately. Not to mention, the neighbors and, by now I suppose you've heard, your mama." I answered.

"You horny little devil, you. Mama told me all about you. She says you're ready for almost anything. That true?" She chuckled. "Guess so, not much I won't try. Why? You interested?" I asked. "You know it. Dianne told me about you two when she called you last week. She said you had her so hot she was frigging herself with her vibrator while you were talking." She chuckled again. "Shit Cam, I don't have any secrets from y'all. You've been keeping me in the dark for a long time. I just now found out about you being my half sister." I was whining and Camille got kind of quiet for a few seconds, then she said, "Well, I didn't know how you would feel, knowing you had a half black sister. Now that you're about to graduate from school, it shouldn't be a problem." "It wouldn't have been a problem before." I countered, "Besides, you are half white, you know?" "Yes, I know, but part black is all black to most people in the south you know?" She said softly. I answered her quickly, "True enough, but that dog don't hunt with me. Hell, this family is so strange and has done so many weird things, what difference would a little multi-color interaction make? If people ever found out about mom and dad and Louise, and you and Dianne, and me and Louise, they'd probably lock us all away. The two of us being blood kin would be small potatoes. Not to mention incest. You know what I mean?" 

She laughed hard, and then said in her smoothest saucy voice, "Does that mean that you got a hankerin' for so o' this sweet caramel candy, Sugar Boy?" My dick was starting to stir in my cut offs and I answered her, "You know it, Honey, my love hound is starting to hunt right now. If you were here, he'd be pointing right at you." "You are a bad boy, I love it. Dianne's coming in a week from Monday and we are driving down on Wednesday. She has to get back on that weekend, but I'm planning to spend a few extra days with you and mama. You think we can find something to keep us occupied?" She laughed again. "I'll bet we can find all the trouble you want, right here at the Islands." I told her. "See you soon, Honey Boy." "Bye, Brown Sugar." My cock was now at full attention and there was no way I could go back to my paper. I decided to get ready for dinner and head up to St. Augustine to play music.

After putting my guitar case in the car, I climbed the stairs to the kitchen. Louise pointed through the door toward the dining room. I nodded, in acknowledgement, and stepped into the dinning room and saw my dad sitting at the table. "Hi Pop, how are you?" I asked. "Just fine," He answered, "sit down a minute, I have some papers for you. First, here are the deeds to the Islands Estates. There are four separate pieces of property, within the fenced in perimeter. There is also another piece north of the north drive, and it's on a separate deed. Here are the five deeds. Also, the titles for the vehicles are now all in your name, except for Wheezies Lincoln. This one is for the Bay-liner boat and this one the trailer. Your checking account is fat right now, and the household account has been set up with both you and Louise as signers. You can write over your balance, and the bank will automatically pull money from the reserve accounts, as you need it. You should never run out of money, there's just too much of it. I had absolutely no idea how much money we had until that Helen Blossom next door mentioned to me that the lawyers were concerned about how much taxes we've been paying on the interest income. We gotta spend some of it, or go broke to the government." He took a long swallow from his toddy, and continued. "Your graduation present will be here sometime next week. You mentioned a video camera. I went you one better. The company just completed a new building for WORL TV, in Orlando, and I bought all of the equipment from one of their old studios for you. Lots of stuff, cameras, recorders, mikes, mixers, you name it, almost a million four new. Plus a few other goodies I found in Daytona. I got a deal on it and it's due to arrive middle of next week. Have fun with it."

Louise was putting dinner on the table, and as we started eating, dad continued, "I'll be leaving with the big boat tomorrow morning and should be back on Friday. I want to get it down to the Keys now, so I can drive the Suburban down after graduation. I'd like for you to come down and spend a few days, later this summer, after I get settled. I think you'll like the house and grounds. It's not nearly as big as this place but, I'm right on the ocean and you can't believe the fishing." "Sounds wonderful," I said enthusiastically, "I'll look forward to it. And thanks for all you're doing for me. I had no idea." "You're welcome, Son, I haven't done much for you for a while and it's time we spent some of the money. In my office, I have a walk in vault. I'll give you the combination after we eat and show you how to open it. I've kept all the important family documents, your mothers' jewelry, my collection of antique guns and some cash there for all the years. You can't be too careful protecting your valuables. I've done the same thing in my house down south." He concluded.

We finished Louise's fantastic fish dinner, dad showed me the trick to the safe, and I thanked him again for his generosity. I took a brief look inside and decided I would make a complete inventory another time. I shook his hand, gave Louise a big wet tongue kiss, and left the house for the short trip to St. Augustine. It was a beautiful spring night and I hoped that we would have a nice crowd tonight at the White Lion.

I pulled into the parking lot behind the club and the place was packed. Bob, the bartender came up and asked if we could start early. I told him as soon as we got tuned up, we'd start. Denny and Al were all set, and Terry and I only took a few minutes to get tuned and we kicked of with my original piece, Tall Cool One, and folks were on the dance floor immediately. It was just 7:00 when we started and we stayed on stage until just before ten. I had to make a nature call and get something to wet my whistle. Bob directed me to his office where I wouldn't have to stand in line for the head. "We're killing them tonight." He said. "Everybody loves you guys. This is one of the best nights we've had in a long while." "I love it when it's like this." I returned. "It gets all the juices flowing when the crowd's into the groove. I have a couple of new tunes I want to try next set." "Great, I have to get back to it. Shut the door when you leave, will ya?" Bob asked. "Sure thing." I replied and ducked into the head. As I stepped back into Bob's office, the tall waitress, Darlene, from last night had walked into the office to get some change. I must have startled her, when she saw me, because she dropped several rolls of coins on the floor. Luckily, none of the rollers broke open, but two of them rolled under the desk. "Damn, you scared the crap out of me." She wailed. "Sorry, I didn't know you were here either. Bob let me use his bathroom so I didn't have to stand in the line." I countered. She sat the coins she was holding on the desk and got down on her knees and went to retrieve the errant coin rolls from under the desk. Her short skirt rode high up on her haunches as she reached under the desk, and I could see she had a black thong on. "Are you enjoying the view?" I heard her voice from under the desk. "You betcha." I chuckled. "You guys are all alike, all you think about is pussy." She remarked as she sat back on her heels and placed the two rolls on the desk. "C'mere, Big Guy." She crooked her finger at me. I took two steps and stood right in front of her as she knelt on the floor. Her hands found my zipper and she quickly it pulled down. She looked me right in the eye as she reached inside my shorts and pulled my stiffening prick out. "This'll have to be a quickie, I have to get back." She said and her bright red lips closed over the end of my now steel hard cock. Her cheeks hollowed in as she applied the suction and started the rapid bobbing of her head. She followed her lips with a tightly closed hand on each stroke, and in no time at all I flooded her hot mouth with a blast of hot semen.

She gave one last pull, wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, and stood up. "Hell of a load you've got there. Jesus, I almost couldn't swallow it all. I gotta get back out front, maybe we can get together some other time for a drink?" She asked. With that she was gone, out the door, leaving me standing there with my schwantz hanging out. If I live to be a hundred, I'll never figure out how a woman thinks. When you want a blowjob, they say no. When you least expect it, they'll blow ya and leave you standing there with your dick out. Somebody explain it to me will ya?

I passed the end of the bar and retrieved an ice tea on my way back to the stage. We started playing at 10:15 and played until 12:00 and took another break. I was thirsty for something other than tea, and I had just ordered a beer from Bob when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and looked down into the exotic upturned face of one Ms. Marie Stone. "Hi Virgil." She cooed, "I'm enjoying your music very much." She looked succulent. It was the first time I had seen her dark chestnut hair down. It fell well below her shoulders in soft shiny waves. Her brown eyes sparkled in the twinkling lights of the bar. Her lips were dark crimson around very white teeth. I got butterflies. "Well, good evening Ms. Stone." I barely managed to croak out. "You look fantastic." I couldn't believe I had said that. "Why thank you, Virgil, I had no idea of your talent as a musician. You sing very well too." Her hand was still on my shoulder and our faces were only about a foot apart. I could smell her. She smelled clean. I glanced down and looked straight down the top of her dress at her breasts. The front of her dress was cut low, and hung loosely. She was leaning slightly forward and I could see her dark aureole, and hard little nipples clearly. I looked back into her eyes. She was smiling, and one eyebrow was arched very high. "Sorry." I breathed. "No need to be. You're giving me butterflies." She said. "I know. I've got them too." I said. She leaned forward and kissed me gently on the cheek. She whispered into my ear, "Call me when Dianne gets here. I want to come over to the Islands and visit. My husband is waiting, I have to go." She turned and vanished into the crowd. My dick was hard again and I had to get back up on stage and play. Oh well, first time for everything.

Denny came up just as I returned to the stage and said, "Chrissie and Gail are here. I think they want us to take them home after the gig. Gail's sister brought them but they need a lift back to Flagler." "So, what's the problem?" I asked. "You need a map back to Flagler?" "No, but I only want to give Chrissie a ride and Gail's with her. Get the picture?" He asked. "Take them both, you never had a double header before?" I was laughing at him now. He looked at me with great pain in his eyes. "Help me out here will ya? I want to take Chrissie alone." "No sweat, Amigo, I've got things covered. I'll be happy to take the girl off your hands. Do you guys want to come back to my place, after we break down, and party there?" I asked hoping he would say no. "No, Chrissie's folks are gone and we're going to her house." He said. "Okay, Sport. Let's play music." I said and nodded at Al for a down beat and we opened the last set with 'Sweet home Alabama.'




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The last set went great. I tried a couple of new songs that I had been working on and they were a little ragged, but we pulled them off anyway. Next time, they would work fine. I was going to miss Terry on bass; he held Al and Denny together whenever we tried something new. He had a natural rhythm and he walked the other guys from chord to chord. Dennis cued on his changes and Al followed the bass beat on the bass drum. We had a good group and it was a shame we had to split up for school in the fall. Oh well, we had all summer.

We ended the set with Take It Easy, and shut down. I packed up my guitar and amp and came back in to help with the PA system. Gail came up and asked if she could grab a ride with me and I assured her that was not a problem. Bob brought the envelope with the money and there were six one hundred dollar bills in it. I gave two hundred to each of the guys and plunked my butt down at the bar to enjoy a cold beer with Bob before we left. "I'd like to book you for the last weekend of each month from now through January. Sunday, 2:00 to 6:00 also for $1200.00 each time. That work for you?" "Works for me." I said. "I'll be changing a couple of players in the fall before school starts, but Denny and I are the middle of it so we won't have any problems. I really appreciate the extra bread for the guys, they need it." Gail was tugging on my sleeve. I turned around and she said, "This is my sister, Darlene. Darlene, meet Virgil." I stared into the eyes of Miss Blow Job from earlier in the evening." 'Hi, Virgil, nice to meet you." Her tongue flicked out and licked across her lips. "Yeah, nice to meet you too." I managed. "Darlene's gotta go up to Jacksonville tonight, and I really appreciate the lift back home." Gail said, as she took hold of my arm. "Darlene tells me you two know each other." Gail mused. "Sorta." Was all I could muster, I wished I were someplace else at the moment. Darlene winked at me and said, "His cock is just like you told me, and so much cum. I'll bet he fucks just like you said too." I kind of gurgled, and Gail elbowed me in the ribs and they both burst into laughter at my expense. "Lets all get together, sometime." I said, "I'll take you to places you've never been."

We were the last to leave before Bob. Gail slid in right next to me. I rolled out onto A-1-A and south toward the Islands. "Want to go to my place?" I asked. "Hell yes. I've been dying to see that place. Denny told Chrissie all about it. Do you really have a black maid?" She asked. "Well, not exactly. It's kinda like she's my stepmother, but it would take a long time to explain. Louise is my half-sister's mother." "I don't get it." She interjected. "It's very complicated. Let me just say, I'd take a bullet for her. I have a full sister, Dianne, who is twenty-two years older than me, and a half sister, Camille, who is eight years older. Dianne and I have the same mother and father, Camille and I share the same father, but Louise is her mother. My mom and dad and Louise lived as a threesome for over forty years. So, Louise is not the black maid. Does this make any sense at all?" I asked. "I get the picture." Gail conceded, "But you sure have a weird family." "Gail Honey, you have no idea." I said.

We rode in silence for a couple of miles. Gail had her hand on my cock and was slowly massaging me into a hard on. I turned into the parking area and could see lights on up in the kitchen. The lights were also shining down by the boat dock. I saw an unfamiliar van backed down to the dock and dad came down the stairs from the garage just as I stood up out of the car. "Hi, Son, this is Dan and Lisa Holiday." He said as I shook Dan's hand. "Dan and I are pulling out soon with the big boat. Lisa is flying down to pick us up Friday morning. We figured to get an early start with the tide." "Sounds like a fun trip, wish I was going along." I said. "This is Gail. Gail, meet my dad, and Dan and Lisa." Gail shook hands all around and whispered she had to use the facilities. I excused myself and told dad I'd come down to the dock and see them off after I directed Gail to the bathroom. I opened up the studio and turned on a few lights and showed Gail where the necessities could be found and went down to the dock. Dad and Dan had the boat already provisioned, and the twin 440 Perkins diesels idled patiently, waiting to be thrust into action. The thirty-eight foot Correct Craft is a stellar beauty. Lisa cast off the bowline as I untied the stern. Slowly the big motor yacht backed away from the dock and the bow swung to the south to follow the river down to the inlet and out into the Atlantic. 

Lisa waved and called, "Bye Daddy." I followed the same pursuit and we laughed together. She looked to be about thirty, hard to tell in the dark with only the floodlights on the dock. Dark hair and no make up, hell it's almost four in the morning. "What do you want, Cool?" I thought. Lisa was also packing a nice set of hooters under her too tight t-shirt, with no bra. "Want to fly down with me to get them on Friday?" She asked. "I've got finals at school. Might not do to miss any now, I'd really like to graduate on time." I replied. "Maybe some other time then? Daddy just bought a new jet and I'm his full time pilot." She told me. "You're kidding." I looked at her in disbelief. "Why is that so hard to believe?" She complained. " No reason, I guess. You just don't look like a pilot." I said. "What should a pilot look like? Maybe tall, dark, and hairy with a big dick in his pants?" She was getting testy now, and I didn't mean to piss her off. She seemed like a nice person. "Sorry." I defended myself. "I didn't mean anything by that. I'd love to go flying with you sometime. We'll have to work it out after school is finished and I can think. Right now, it's late and there's a female up at the house that wants some attention." "No hard feelings, maybe you'll join the mile high club some day." She said, and we laughed again. "I'll close the gate after you pull out. I enjoyed meeting you and your dad."

She drove out the river gate and I pushed it closed and locked it. I killed the lights on the dock and headed up to the house. As I approached the drive, headlights swung through the upper gate, and I wondered who could be coming in at this hour. I waited at the car park area, and it was Dennis and Chrissie. "What's up?" I asked as he pulled to a stop. Denny stuck his head out the window and said, "I don't have any rubbers and the stores are all closed." I couldn't believe my ears. "What did you do with the ones I gave you the other night?" I asked. "They must still be in the garage." He sounded defeated. "I've got some in my dresser. C'mon in. Bring Chrissie, Gail's inside and she'll whine if you leave without seeing her." I grumbled. We walked onto the studio and Gail was sitting at the bar smoking a cigarette. She had stripped out of her clothes and was sitting in only a bright yellow thong. She turned and saw us and shrieked. She jumped up and ran into the bedroom trying to cover her nakedness. "Wow!" It was Dennis. He stood with his mouth open, staring at the empty door way. Chrissie and I looked at each other and broke out in great peals of laughter. "Very funny!" Gail bawled, from the bedroom. "You could have at least warned me." "Who knew you'd be sitting here with your tits hanging out?" Chrissie piped in still cracking up. "Wow!" Dennis was still in a trance. "You never see a naked woman before?" I asked. "Well ya, but she was just sitting around buck naked." He croaked. "She has panties on." Chrissie said. "Do you want to see me naked?" She asked. "Well sure, but with all these people around? I thought we were going to your house." Denny was nervous.

Gail came back into the room. She had been listening to us and she was still wearing only the thong. She stalked over to where Dennis was standing and pressed her titties up hard against him. "Where's your spirit of adventure, Honey? Let's get naked and have some fun. Chrissie, help me get Denny's clothes off." With that, she stripped her thong down her legs and turned her head and winked at me. She bunched her panties in her hand and threw them in my direction. I felt bad for Dennis, but he was going to get his ashes hauled, but good tonight, even if he didn't want to. Gail was now in command and she and Chrissie were going to give him a lesson. I went to the refrigerator and found myself a beer and sat at the bar and watched the girls strip my friend's clothes off. It had never occurred to me that Denny might be cherry.

Chrissie was kneeling on the floor, tackling Denny's belt buckle, while Gail was behind him pulling his shirt up over his head. Dennis was in a daze. I had a real hard time not cracking up as I watched these two vixens attacking their prey. Gail led Denny over to one of the sofas, while Chrissie peeled out of her skirt and blouse. She pushed him back on the sofa and crawled between his lags to get at his cock. Denny was hung like a bull. His erection was easily two inches longer than mine, but not nearly as thick. Gail began licking him from top to bottom while Chrissie was leaning over from behind the sofa sucking on his nipples and chewing her way up and down his whole body. Denny was moaning and groaning like they were killing him. Denny had one hand on each of their tits and was kneading them roughly. I watched as Denny bucked up high, and I heard him suck in a huge lungful of air. "Lie back, Big Fella, let Chrissie sit on your face. That's it, now use your tongue on her pussy." Gail coached him. I watched as he stuck his tongue out and touched Chrissie's cunt lips. The redhead gritted her teeth and moaned aloud at his first contact, "OH YEAH! LICK MY CUNT! That's it stick your tongue in me." Denny was learning fast.

Gail sat back and held Denny's cock straight up. Chrissie leaned forward and took Denny's long pecker in her mouth. As she went down, Denny hunched up to meet her. She swallowed his entire length down her throat in one motion. Gail and I stared at them as Denny emptied his load into her gulping throat on the first stroke. Chrissie went over the edge at the same time and mashed his face with her sopping cunt. They were humping each other's faces frantically, both lost in the throws of mutual orgasm.

I now had a big boner and stood to remove my pants and shirt. Gail came over and took my swollen cock in her hungry mouth as I stood next to the bar. I could feel her hot tongue working around my tool as I stroked in and out. I pulled her off, by the hair, and made her stand up. I pointed to the sofa across from our two spent friends. She nodded and we went to the sofa. We assumed a sixty-nine position and I quickly spread her pussy lips open with my fingers and flicked her erect clit with my tongue. "Oooh, that feels so fuckin' good, Cool. Do me again." She moaned. I obliged her and soon we were slobbering in each other's juices. She sailed into a series of short orgasms, each successive one more intense than the last. She finally came hard. She shuddered, sucking air around my cock, which remained deep in her mouth. "That's it, Sweetie, let it go. Cum for me." She pulled her mouth off my cock and threw her head back and with her eyes closed she moaned through her open mouth. "Oh, God, yes. Suck my clit again, make me cum some more." I nipped her clit with my teeth and she winced hard and shook again. I was covered with female ejaculate, and I loved it.

Dennis and Chrissie were lying on the other sofa watching us. I looked over at Denny and smiled. He was in heaven. Chrissie was slowly stroking him back up again and he was loving every minute of it. Gail turned around and sat next to me. My dick was still rock hard. I had not come yet. "Get some rubbers, Cool. It's time to pop Denny's cherry." Gail commanded. I went to the dresser, in my bedroom and retrieved a box of ribbed condoms. Gail opened the box and took a rubber out and tore open the package. She popped the condom into her mouth and leaned over Dennis and rolled the sheath down his standing cock with her tongue. "You've got to show me how to do that." Chrissie begged as she stood up and straddled Denny. Gail held his cock up as Chrissie lowered her wet slit down over the tip. She descended slowly. Denny held his eyes tightly shut and savored every inch of her travel. She started to undulate on his fully buried cock. He was groaning constantly and Chrissie made big circular motions with her cunt, wallowing him all around inside of her. She leaned forward and their lips locked in a lasting kiss as she began a steady rhythm on him. Dennis had just cum a couple of minutes earlier, so he would take her on a good ride.

Gail was kneeling on the floor next to them and she massaged Denny's balls gently as he pumped into Chrissie's molten pussy. She lubed her finger in their juices and worked it into Chrissie's tight ass hole. Gail worked her finger around and inserted a second digit. The red haired girl gasped aloud at her ministrations. I watched Gail and she glanced at me and smiled. "Put a rubber on your cock and come over here and shove it up her ass." I opened a package and rolled the sheath down over my erection and moved over behind Chrissie. I straddled their legs, and Gail guided my stiff prick between Chrissie's ass cheeks and into her well-lubricated ass hole. I pushed forward firmly and the head of my cock slipped into her with little resistance. As I increased the pressure, I felt her tightening around me. The two of them had stopped moving and I slowly advanced into her bowels until I could go no further. I started a slow motion, in and out, and I felt Denny start to move in the opposite direction. Soon our rhythm picked up and Chrissie began snorting like a bitch in heat. Gail crawled over Denny's face and lowered her pussy over his mouth. She closed her lips on Chrissie's in a deep kiss. Denny went straight to work on Gail's dripping cunt. She came first, hissing through her teeth as her orgasm racked her body

Gail eased off the pile and she pulled me out of Chrissie and down to the floor. "Stick your cock in my ass." She begged. "Fuck my little hole good." She knelt like a dog and I mounted her. My latex covered prick was slick with the juices from Chrissie and I went in easily. "OOOHHHH FUCK MEEEEE!!" She wailed. " That's so good. Now fuck me hard!!" I pounded into her tight hole again and again. I felt her tighten herself with each thrust. A river of cum was building in my gut and I knew it wouldn't be much longer. "I'm almost there, Baby." I warned, "Hang on to your hat." She slammed back into me with all her might on each stroke. "Cum on my face," She screamed at me over her shoulder. 

"Shoot your juice all over me." She lurched forward off my pumping cock, spun around and stripped the rubber off me. She slid under me, my cock right in her face and started to jack me furiously with her hand. I felt the beginning of my eruption and she continued her frantic motion with her hand. My first blast sent a stream across her face and landed on her forehead, and trailed down her face between her eyes and beside her nose. The second shot followed the first, a little to the side, and crossed over her eye and lips. Another long string of sperm shot out and coated the side of her face and ear. She opened her mouth and engulfed the end of my shooting cock and sucked as much cum as she could from me before I finally went dry. She milked me with her hand many times. Gail's face and hair was bathed with my semen.

I heard Denny howling as he reached his orgasm. Chrissie was hissing loudly with each plunge from Dennis. As they reached the end of their passion, they seemed to slow like a spinning top that finally ran out of momentum, and toppled over off the sofa next to us on the floor. Chrissie turned her head and looked directly into Gail's eyes and smiled. "You're covered with jizzm." She stated. "My God, Gail, your absolutely drenched." Gail stretched herself over and kissed Chrissie hard on the mouth, smearing her face with my cum. Dennis and I watched as Gail slowly licked Chrissie's face. Chrissie returned the favor and soon the two girls were sharing the load I had deposited on Gail.

Gail turned her attention to Dennis and she reached for his flaccid prick and carefully removed the condom without spilling any of his fluids. Gail turned the rubber up so the sperm ran into her mouth and then kissed Chrissie square on the mouth. We watched as the redhead opened her mouth and received Denny's juices as Gail passed them to her. I decided that if Denny had been a virgin before tonight, he had been christened in spades, because these two hotties are really something.

I managed to stand up and walk over to the bar. I reached onto the fridge, brought out the bottle of Johnny Walker Black, I had commandeered from upstairs, and poured a liberal amount over a half-dozen ice cubes and parked my butt on a stool. Gail and Chrissie were still rubbing and kissing and Dennis had put his jeans back on. "Don't they ever get enough?" He rasped. "I guess not. I'm done for and I'm going to finish this drink, then I'm going to get a quick shower and hit the hay. I want to finish my term paper today, and it's already after six in the morning." I answered. I downed the scotch, and headed for the shower.

I let the water beat me on my back for a long time. It felt real good. After toweling off, I wrapped the towel around my waist and went back into the studio. My three friends had departed while I was in the shower, and I was glad for that. I needed sleep, bad. I had a lot to do in the next few days.

As I turned to go into the bedroom, Louise stuck her head through the door and asked, "You alone?" "Sure, Hon, what can I do for you?" I answered. "I need to talk to you this afternoon about next week and the girls coming and all." She said. "I'm not leaving until tomorrow morning for school, so I'm all yours. I need a couple of hours sleep first. How about waking me up around noon, so I can finish a paper I'm working on?" I asked. 

"Yes sir, I'll set the timer on the range to remind me. By the way, I found Janice, the Spanish girl that used to work here. She's available and I invited her to come by later in the day and meet you. I hope that's all right?" She said. "Good deal, Lou, that's one less thing we'll have to deal with. See you in a couple of hours." I answered as I crawled between the satin sheets. I don't remember my head hitting the pillow, but I sure was glad Denny hadn't remembered to bring his rubbers.



In The Beginning Ch. 13



It's kinda like you wake up five minutes before the alarm goes off and you watch as the red numbers on the clock click off until the buzzer blares. I woke up a few minutes before twelve, and watched Louise as she stood inside the bedroom door, waiting for twelve o'clock to arrive so she could wake me. I couldn't see her face in the dim light in the bedroom, but rather I sensed that she had a problem. "What's the matter, Lou?" I asked softly. "You okay?" "No." She sniffled. "Care to share?" I asked. "I'm gonna miss Virgil." I heard her sob then. "C'mere, and sit with me, Baby." I told her. She came and sat on the edge of the bed. I took her hand and she commenced to howling. "I just don't know what we're going to do without your daddy, Cool. I love him so much and he's just leaving, like an old elephant going off to die." "I know, Baby." I soothed her. "He might be doing just that. But, you can't stop him, he's always had his own way and you know that." "I know, but I don't have to like it, do I?" She wailed. "No, you've just gotta accept it. He ain't gonna change for anybody. He just doesn't want to wear us down like momma did. He knows how much you hurt after that." I answered.

I pulled Louise down on the bed next to me and she rested her head on my shoulder. I let her cry for a while and them I brushed a tear off her cheek with my finger. She looked into my eyes and said softly, "He was never tender, like you are, in his whole life. He always had to be a driver. I think that's what finally killed Grace." She leaned close and kissed me gently. I returned the kiss and her lips parted. I felt her tongue searching for mine. She rolled against me and I felt her heat. "Make love to me, Tall. Love me good." She whispered. I reached inside her robe and caressed her big soft tit's with my hand. I felt, rather than heard, her purring as I massaged her. My cock was already hard, and I needed no further foreplay to make me ready. I pushed her onto her back and untied the belt on her robe. She lay naked before me. I moved between her knees and held my cock straight and slid smoothly into her scalding cunt, all the way to the hilt. She stiffened momentarily. Then we started a mutual motion. Slowly at first, then with more aggression. "Oh my sweet baby, you make this old woman so hot. You love me so good. I'm going to cum real soon, now." She breathed in my ear as I humped steadily into her. I was still tired, from early this morning, but I felt my climax building. "I'm gonna fill you with my hot cum, Honey, just like you like it." I answered. "Oh yeah! Now, Baby, fuck me hard right now." She begged. I pumped even harder and at the same instant her orgasm consumed her, I erupted deep into her hungry vagina. Had she been fertile, she would have conceived.

We stayed in each other's arms for a long time, not speaking. She broke the spell when she asked, "Will you promise me something, Tall?" " What?" I asked. "Promise me that no matter what happens, you'll always save some of your love for me." She said softly. "I will always love you, Lou, you know that." I said. "That's not what I mean. I'm talking about this." She wrapped her hand around my cock and squeezed gently. "We're gonna fuck hard a lot of times. I just want you to make love to me once in a while, like we just did." She stated. I got the picture and I leaned in and kissed her passionately on the lips. "I'll always save some of that for you, My Queen, no matter what. I need that myself, once in a while." She sighed and I knew that was the last I would hear on that subject. "I have got to get up and work on my paper. I want to finish it today and have it off my feeble mind." I announced and bounded from the bed and headed for the shower.

Louise returned to my bedroom with a cup of coffee and a couple of sweet rolls just as I stepped out of the shower. "Thanks, Lou." I said "that'll get me through 'til dinner time." "I love you, Tall. You're all I've got left." She said and disappeared back through the door.

I went into the study and switched on the typewriter and continued my journey through my final paper for Ms. 'Hot To Trot' Stone. As I completed the final page of my paper, I added two more subtle references to the butterfly theory. I may have overstated the innuendo, but I figured, what the hell. She knows I want to get into her britches. I'm just making sure she knows, that I know that she wants me to. I had stopped at the school supply store and purchased a bright yellow binder, in which to present my paper. The finished product was sixteen and a half pages, single-spaced. I proofread each page, twice, for spelling and grammar, and I was confident I was in the running for a passing grade. I read through the whole paper one last time and debated with myself whether or not to turn it in early. We were due on Friday, but I was anxious for a reaction. I decided to wait and see if anyone else turned in early, before I took the plunge.

Just as I closed the cover on my final read, the phone rang. I picked up and it was Dennis. "Hi, Cool, what are you doing?" He asked. "Just finished my essay for Ms. Stone. What's up with you?" I asked. "I'm still at Chrissie's parents house." He said. "Gail's here too." "You OK?" I asked. "Yeah. They're both sleeping now." He said. "What's wrong Dennis?" I asked sensing something wasn't as it should be. "Nothin' really, I just can't believe these two. All they want do is fuck." He almost whispered. "Don't complain, it might not ever happen to you again. Those two are sex machines, enjoy it while it lasts." I was trying hard to keep from laughing. Dennis was just learning about life, and Gail and Chrissie were definitely going to give him a lesson or two. "You fuck them both?" "Yes, more than once, and they eat each other out and everything. God, Cool, I don't believe it. Gail stuck her tongue in my ass hole, while I had my cock in Chrissies pussy, and I came like I never have before." He said. Denny was learning, quick.

"Dennis, go home and get some rest. You've had quite a weekend. I'll see you tomorrow morning in woodshop. Chrissie really likes you a lot. Gail told me. Enjoy the moment. You might not get to have two sexy chicks at the same time again for a long time." I hoped Denny would listen to me. "You're right, Amigo, I'm going home and clean up. I'm covered in sticky pussy juice and cum and I really need a shower." He finally agreed with me. "Hey," He interjected, "call me tonight. I talked to a drummer from Crescent Beach, on the phone yesterday. He sounds like he might be what we're looking for. He sings harmony and does a couple of lead vocals too. Says he's booked through the end of July, but could be available to practice before that and start in August. Won't hurt to give him a try." "That is fantastic, my friend, I was thinking about putting an ad in the paper, but that would sure save us a bunch of time. I'll talk to you tonight, GO HOME and sleep." I signed off with Denny.

I thought about what Louise had said and promised myself to spend as much time at home this week, as possible. I knew she would be wound up with the girls both coming to visit and graduation week after next. I was sure she had tons to do to get the house just the way she wanted it and maybe I could give her a hand.

I gathered all my school stuff together and carried it out to my car. One less thing I'd have to think about in the morning before school. Helen and Karen were out on the driveway washing Helen's Red Mercedes Convertible. They were both clad in the skimpiest of bikini's. "Hi, Cool." They chorused. "Wanna help wash the car?" "I'd love to, but I had better give Louise a hand in the house." I lied. "We have a lot of activity coming up around here, and I'm on waivers to help her get ready. I just finished my last major project for school. All I have left is finals, this week. You ready, Karen?" "Mostly, I have some typing, but the work is done. What day is commencement?" She asked. "A week from Thursday. You?" I said. "Ours is Friday coming. A little ahead of yours." She said. "We'll have a beer or something to celebrate next Friday when you get home." I said. "How about if I come over and you can fuck a free woman?" She asked. "You've got a date. Bring your mama." I laughed. "Not this time, Big Guy, I want you all for myself." She frowned and then winked at me. Helen rolled her eyes and just smiled.

I climbed the stairs up to the front parking area and walked around to the front of the house. I surveyed the front lawns and flowerbeds and made a mental note to talk to my friend Gerald about taking on the grounds job for the summer. Dad's guys from work would not be doing any more maintenance on the property after the sale of the business went through. I had heard that Gerald and his brother were in the lawn business, and hoped they could take on a project this size. If not, I'd have to make other arrangements. I noticed a white '62 Chevy Super Sport, parked in front of the garage. It was an unfamiliar vehicle so I went into the house through the garage to investigate. As soon as I opened the door, I heard laughter coming from the kitchen. I was still clad only in a pair of cut-off jeans and flip-flops. I hadn't planned on meeting anyone new today. I rounded the corner into the kitchen and found Louise and a short, dark haired, Hispanic woman hugging in the middle of the room.

"Tall Cool, come and meet my old friend Janice Vasquez. Janice worked for us a long time ago." Louise bellowed. She was beaming. Janice stood about 5'-4", had dark brown hair, pulled back in a pony tail, all the way down to her waist, flashing dark eyes, red lips, and sparkling white teeth. She looked to be about fifty. She wore a pair of skin-tight black spandex shorts, a black tube-top that displayed her ample bosom very nicely, and high-heeled sandals. Her midriff was bare between her top and her shorts and her ears carried a pair of, at least five-inch long, rhinestone earrings. She had a nice figure, but was sporting just a little more weight than she did when she was younger. A small jeweled cross hung from a ring that was pierced through her navel. I could also see that she had a very large, colorful tattoo on her back but couldn't make out what it was. It started below the top of her pants, in the back, and went up and over her right shoulder and down the front into her top. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be a dragon. 

"So nice to meet you, Mr. Ellis. I saw you many times when you were just a baby. I even changed your diapers for you." She had a distinct Spanish accent. "Louise tells me you're in need of some domestic help. I have references and can start as soon as you like." I had to establish some ground rules before this went any farther. "First thing, Janice, Mr. Ellis is my father. After he dies, I may or may not allow someone to call me that. Until that time, please, pick another one of my names. Next, Louise tells me you two have gotten along well in the past. What was the reason you left the last time?" I asked. "I foolishly took a drunkard for a husband. We moved to Texas, and my life turned to shit. He was abusive and I finally divorced the bastard and moved to Arizona. My mother in Jacksonville became ill and I returned to take care of her. She died recently, and now I need a job. I have stayed in touch with Louise over the years and she called to ask how things were." She answered. Janice gave the appearance of someone that needed friends more than she needed a job, but you gotta eat. "Would you be willing to live here at the Islands if we hire you?" I asked. "Really? Oh Si. I wouldn't have to drive from my mother's house in Jacksonville." She was excited. "My sister lives there and she is such a pig. She never picks anything up. I am a neat person and must have things tidy. What would be my duties?" She asked. I looked at Louise and she said, "We'll figure all that out later." 

Louise smiled at me and asked, "Janice, do you remember how things were with Mr. Virgil when you were here before?" Janice answered, "Si. I remember how sick Mrs. Ellis was." "No," Louise persisted, "I mean do you remember how Mr. Virgil was with the women?" "Oh that. Si, he could be very demanding sometimes. But, he never treated me badly. He had a very sexual nature. Sometimes I worried, but he was always decent." She recalled. "Do you remember the clothes he asked you to wear sometimes?" Louise asked. "Sure I do. We were always asked to wear sexy underwear, and skimpy little maid's uniforms. He would diddle me at the table, when he thought no one was looking. He had his way with me whenever he wanted. But he was always very generous and I enjoyed doing it for him. Why do you ask these questions? Is he still that way?" She questioned. "Not so much any more. He has medical problems and is moving south, to get away. Young Virgil and I will be living here alone now. He is very sexual, just as his father was, and I am sure that after Mr. Virgil leaves in two weeks, it may get quite sexual around here again. Don't you agree, Tall?" The conversation had taken a turn I hadn't anticipated. "Well, ya, I guess things could get a little sexy now and then." Louise saw the gleam in my eyes and smiled. She continued, "My Tall Cool friend here is very popular with the ladies. In fact, he is quite an accomplished lover for such a young man. I will do everything I can to see he is well satisfied in all departments."

"Then I am to assume you have experienced the sexual act with him?" Janice asked. "I have, many times." Louise stated, mater of factly, "And I intend to satisfy his needs whenever he asks me to. I would hope you have no problem with this?" "Will I be asked to participate in the pleasure of him?" Janice's nipples had hardened under her tube top and her eyes sparkled. "Would it please you?" Louise questioned again. "Oh, Si, it has been a long time since I have enjoyed the pleasures of a real man. I have suffered at the hands of such a terrible husband, and I am always afraid to go out alone. I hunger for the touch of someone that treats me as a woman, not as a tramp." She answered.

I felt out of place in this conversation. All the talk of sex and hot underwear caused me to feel the stirrings of an uprising in my cut-offs. I had to adjust myself due to the snugness of my shorts. This maneuver did not go unnoticed. "I think I'll find myself a beer, anybody care to join me?" I asked as I headed for the bar in the den. "Don't mind if I do." I heard from behind me as I exited into the long hallway. "Nice ass on the boss, Louise." Janice said as they followed me to the den. I thought over the events of the past fourteen hours and I had already had my dick in three women. I could not fathom how much more I could take before I collapsed from exhaustion.

I gathered three beers from the fridge and popped the tops off. I handed each of my admirers a bottle and took a seat on a barstool. "So, Janice, when can you start?" I asked taking a long pull on the cold beer. "At your convenience, Mr., I mean Virgil." She said. "As far as I'm concerned, you can move into the apartment next to the kitchen tomorrow and start then. Louise is the boss, talk to her about the salary and the duties. We'll dress casually, and the only thing I ask is, that you clear it with her before you bring anyone into the house. We will be careful about who knows what we do here. Fair enough?" I finished. "Yes sir. That is most fair. How casual do you want me to dress?" She asked. "You may dress any way you wish. You may wear as much, or as little, as you want. When we are going to have guests, Louise will advise you so you can dress accordingly." I answered. Janice looked at the bulge in my pants, then at me. "Can I see the tattoo?" I asked. She put her beer on the bar and pulled her top over her head in one motion. Her ample tits jumped free of their restraint. She peeled the spandex shorts down to mid-thigh. The dragon's tail pointed directly down to her pussy and stopped just a fraction above her clit. Her hood was pierced with a silver ring. A bright diamond dangled from the ring. The tail looped up and to her left and down the front of her left thigh and disappeared between her legs. She turned around and the tail emerged to continue upward over her left ass cheek. The dragon's body spread out over her entire back. He spread his wings, one over her left shoulder onto her upper arm, and the other under her right arm and around to her ribs. His neck stretched over her right shoulder and his head rested on her large right breast. His tongue circled her nipple.

Her nipples were pierced and small colorful jewels hung from the silver rings, which passed through each nub. The dragon was extraordinarily colored. It was green and blue, with many yellow, orange and red highlights. I had never seen a more striking tattoo. I stared at her and stood up so I could get a closer look at the intricate detail. I walked all around her and finally sat back down. "That is an incredible tattoo." I stated. "I've never seen anything quite like that." "Thank you, sir. It took over two years to have it done. I'm very proud of my little friend." She said. She bent to retrieve her shorts but Louise said, "Take them off and show Tall your pussy. I think he'll like that too." Janice stepped out of her shorts and sat on a stool facing me. She spread her legs offering me an unobstructed view of her bald cunt lips. I knelt on the floor and took a closer look at the piercings. The hood that covered her clitoris had a beautiful little diamond hanging from a silver circle, which passed through it. Her right outer lip had three rings about a half-inch apart hanging in a row. Her nether lips were pink and puffy. They hung full and spread naturally to each side exposing her inner lips which were much darker, and glistened with the moisture that had started to accumulate, due to her stimulation from our discussions.

I leaned forward and licked the moisture from her saturated inner lips. She went off like a Roman cancle. She had climaxed very quickly. I heard Louise sigh and say, "She likes that, Cool. Look at her face. I think she'll be good for us here." "I think we'll be very good her for too. She needs to be needed for a change." I added. Janice opened her eyes, "Wheewww, that was fast. I don't know what happened to me. I usually don't come so quickly." Louise and I shared a laugh and Louise kissed her full on the lips. "Don't you worry, Little One, our young friend here will take good care of us." She told Janice. "Put your clothes back on and run to your mama's house and tomorrow morning you can bring your things and we'll get you all settled. Tall Cool has had a rough week and needs a break or we would take him to the War Room and do him proud. There will be lots of time for us to do that. Now scoot, come back tomorrow and we'll start to clean this house."

With that, the Spanish vixen was gone and would return tomorrow. Louise and I sat in the den for a long time talking about the future. She had arrangements made with a window washing company to come and do the windows, inside and out. That would take a long time, unless they had a big crew, due to the fact there are seventy-four windows in the house. Also, the carpet steamer was coming to do the whole place. It should be busy. 

We chatted about the upcoming commencement and we decided to have a family dinner the evening of the ceremony. I requested roast beef and all the trimmings and Louise agreed with my request. We also discussed the fact that it would be dad's last group function with the family before going south. "Do you reckon we could open the War Room for games that night?" I asked. Louise mused the thought and smiled a great big toothy smile. "That is an interesting thought. Your father might not be able to get his dick up, but he can sure wield the whip. Dianne would love it if he strapped her ass. He might really enjoy it too." "We'll have to dress appropriately for dinner as well." I said. "Oh yes, that will be the order of the day. I can't wait. It's been a long time since we've had a night of torture in this house." Louise was excited. We had each had three beers and Louise, not being much of a drinker, was quite relaxed. Her eyes were sparkling at the thought of our upcoming party.




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She lounged in one of the soft leather chairs. I still sat at the bar. I watched as she unbuttoned the top buttons on her light summer dress. She slipped her hand inside and massaged her breast as we talked. I don't think she was aware of the fact. She mentioned again how much Dianne enjoyed herself in the War Room. She told me how she would let dad paddle her until her ass was bright red, and then she would take his cock down her throat, or in her ass and let him degrade her. "Playing the submissive slut is her passion. I like to be the receiver, too." Louise said, "But I can dish it out with the best of them. Dianne would only beat Grace. They had some kind of a special relationship I never understood. She never took up the whip to Virgil. She always let someone else do it. He can take it, though." Louise had her dress open to the waist, and had unsnapped the front of her bra. She was rubbing both of her breasts now. "Does this bother you?" She asked. "No, Louise, don't worry about me. We don't have any restrictions between us. If you want to play with yourself, I have no problem with that." I answered.

She chuckled a bit and said, "We could make it 'Clothing Optional' when we're here by ourselves. You already told Janice to do her own thing. Why not us too?" "Works for me. I don't wear much in the summer anyway. I think we should all be as comfortable as we want." I answered. She stood up and left the room. She returned a few minutes later wearing a pastel yellow peignoir. "Much better. Want to come to my room and talk some more?" She asked. "Sure." I said. "Let me run downstairs and change into something more comfortable." We both laughed at my remark. Louise collected the empty beer bottles as I left the room.

I went to my dresser and took out a pair of black silk lounging pajamas, that Dianne had sent me for my last birthday. I had never had them on but this seemed like a good time to try them. I slid my legs into the slippery pantaloons and pulled the loose fitting top up my arms. The cool silk felt great on my skin. I even ran a razor over my face and splashed on a little aftershave lotion. My hair was getting longer and I brushed it back. Soon I'd have enough to gather into a ponytail. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and wished that I was more athletic. My face is kind of rugged, but I'm soft and needed to start working out to tighten up the muscles. Soon, I vowed.

I stopped in the den, on my way to Louise's bedroom suite, and picked two more cold beers from the fridge. I wandered down the long hallway to the bedrooms. I tried to remember the last time I had been inside of Louise's room. Each suite has a huge bedchamber, a sitting room with a fireplace, a bathroom, and closets. Dad's was at the far end of the hall. Louise's was on the right, before dad's, and the other two were on the left side of the hallway. Dad's room and Louise's opened out to the swimming pool. Across from the pool was the outside door from the den, and dad's study. The War Room was on the end of the study, and another large party room was across the hall from the den. The hallways divided each wing and extended, perpendicular, from either end of a central hall, which came from the main foyer area and passed the parlor, and dining room. The kitchen was at the opposite end of the foyer. An open curving staircase led up from the foyer to Dianne's apartment. Additional stairways led up to the upper floor, and down to the cellars from each of the halls in the two wings of the house. The house had been designed so that you could get from one part of the house to another without having to always go back to the foyer.

The door to Louise's room was open as I approached. It was dim inside and I could see the flickering from candles as I entered. Louise was still lighting candles when I crossed the room and came up behind her. I put the beers down on a low table and cupped her large breasts from behind. She sighed and leaned back into me. "You make me feel so good. I wish I was forty years younger so I could take care of you right." "You do just fine. I'm not asking for any more than what we already have. This is very romantic." I said. "Some of these candles are thirty years old and this is the first time I've lit them. Your daddy had a thing for having all these damn candelabras all over the house. Most to them have never burned a candle. I just dust them now and then and wonder what he was thinking about. Your mama used to have a candle burning all the time." Louise has been very nostalgic these past few days. I think the memories were good for her. She turned and pushed me to arms length and said, "Don't you look sexy in your silks?" I felt good in them and said. "You women have all the luck. Sexy undies feel real good on you. I can't imagine wearing them all day under your clothes. It would keep me in a constant state of arousal." "Yes it does, why do you think women get so horny?" She was laughing to herself now.

"Sit, take a load off." She said. I looked around her sitting room and through the arch into her bedchamber. All of the medieval décor had been removed from these rooms and she had replaced it with very feminine, soft and lacy appointments. Beautiful lace draperies adorned the windows and matched the bed covers. All this in light pastels and fluff gave the room a romantic setting. "Nice digs, Louise, I like it." I said. "Camille helped me do it all a long time ago. You're the first male that's ever seen it." She beamed. "I'm honored, My Queen." I replied.

I was sitting on a Victorian lounger. I rested my head back on the high arm and laid on my side facing Louise as she sat on a long sofa, across a marble topped table from me. She looked majestic in her nearly transparent yellow robe. Her huge breasts were clearly visible through the thin fabric. "Do you ever masturbate?" She asked. "I used to, a lot." I answered. "I've been pretty lucky lately. I've been getting laid so much, I haven't had much need." She laughed and smiled, "You sure have. I can't hear much up here, but I can hear the hollering when y'all are getting off. Some of the young ones you're bringing home are real squealers." "I'll try to keep it down in the future." I said. "Don't you dare," She wailed, "I get hot listening to you. I love to watch people having sex too. I think about it later and jerk myself off. Don't you ever think about the women you've fucked and get aroused?" "I suppose I do. Like I say, I haven't jerked off in a while because I've been getting pussy almost every day. Sometimes more than once." I told her. "You masturbate often?" I asked. "I do. I haven't had the luxury of an active sex life like you lately. It was seven years since your father and I did it last, before you and I had sex the other night. I've burned out a many a vibrator in that length of time. I won't lie and say I'm not enjoying your attention. You've given me a new reason to look forward to tomorrow but, I won't kid myself either, I know you will not be satisfied with just me. I don't want that either. I like me and I like what I do. I'm excited about Janice coming back here. She and I had some wild times together. We will again. So will the two of you. She is a hot little bitch and can fuck for hours. She came mighty quick today because she's been out of circulation. She's ready for some peter, and we're gonna have fun with her." She said.

Louise was leaning back against the couch and her legs were spread open. She was slowly rubbing her pussy with her fingers. She held the beer to her lips, with the other hand and took a sip. She sat the beer on the table and looked over at me. I watched intently as her fingertips disappeared into her well-lubricated opening. My cock had risen to full attention and had slipped out through my fly. The air felt cool on me and I took my erection in my hand and pulled it forward bringing a drop of fluid to its tip. I know what feels good and I slid my thumb over the tip spreading the juice over the end. Louise and I held each others eyes for a long moment and she said, "Feels good, doesn't it?" I nodded. She had three fingers buried in her pussy and her thumb rubbing her clit. She closed her eyes and laid her head back. I couldn't believe that I was sitting in the same room with a sixty-year old black woman, whom I had known for my entire existence, jacking off. My life had certainly taken some strange turns lately.

Louise's breath was coming hard and she was getting close to an orgasm. I had been slowly stroking myself but had not reached the level of arousal she had. It only took a few more seconds and Louise took a huge lungful of air in and it whooshed out in a great sigh as her climax overtook her. She held her legs tightly together and let the sensation wash over her. She relaxed after a few minutes and reached for the beer bottle and took a long swallow. "Hoo, sometimes it hits so hard." She breathed. "I'm sorry to have made you watch." "Don't be sorry. I enjoyed your pleasure." I said. "Look what you've done to me." My cock was rock hard and I slowly moved my hand up and down. It sparkled in the candlelight with the moisture that leaked from my slit. "How long is it, Tall." She asked. "It was 7 1/2" once, but I think it's longer now. It feels bigger because it's getting harder now." I answered. She got up off the sofa and got a ruler from her desk drawer. She knelt on the floor in front of the settee, and opened the snap on the waistband of my pajamas. I moved my hand and she took my cock and laid the ruler on top, with one end against my stomach. The tip reached to just short of 8 3/4". "It's longer." I said. "I see that." She remarked. "You're packing quite a weapon there, Cowboy. Finish what you were doing, I want to watch you come." She sat next to me as I laid back and returned my hand to my cock. I pumped my hand up and down for many minutes. All the while Louise watched with fascination. It was plain to see that I was drawing closer to the object of her interest. I was sure that I would generate a mammoth load due to the length of time I had been jacking myself. "I want you to cum on my tits, Tall. Will you do that?" She was staring right into me. "Lay back and open your gown." I said. She obliged and I knelt beside her and started to pump my dick with total determination. I felt my semen begin its way up the length of my cock and I leaned over her huge tits. I bellowed like a bull as I plastered her with great strings of white sperm. Again and again I erupted and coated her nipples, tits, and chin with my seed. Her black skin shown with criss-crossed streams of my spilled cum and she wasted no time in smearing it all over herself. She continued to rub it in until she shown all over. "My God, Cool, what a load." She hissed. "Look at all of it. I'll bet you're gonna make some good babies, someday." The thought made me shiver.

"That will have to wait, My Sweet, I have other fish to fry at the moment." I declared. "I'm gonna find me a sandwich, get a shower and get some sleep. But first I have to call Dennis." Louise got up and said, "Make your call, and I'll rustle you up a snack."

I called Dennis from the den and woke him up. "Thanks for the call." He said. "I have some schoolwork to finish and would have slept until dawn." "Tell me about this drummer." I said. "Have you heard him play?" "Ya, in Jacksonville a couple of weeks ago. His group plays a lot of shrimp boat rock and surfing music. He does some Buffet stuff, sings a good song. Power hitter though, we'll have to settle him down a bit. He likes southern rock and they do a lot of the stuff we do too. His name's Jeff. Says he might have a bass player too. I sure would like to talk Terry into staying around, though. He has just the right attitude. Al's awful moody, but he's a terrific drummer. It's too bad he's so smart and got that scholarship." Denny explained. "Let's try to get up and give him a listen after school gets out. I'm not doing anything until after that. Remember, we have the dance at our school Saturday night. I want us to go out with a bang. We've made some good friends over the years and they have all supported us in the music, especially the girls." I said. "See you in the morning at school. Bye" "Bye."

Louise had a tasty Dagwood on the table when I entered the kitchen. She still had the yellow frilly thing on and I snuck up behind her and popped her on the ass. She tried to grab my hand but I was too quick. She laughed and said, "I will get even, you know? I'll make sure of that." I parked my butt in a chair and devoured the sandwich. She pushed a slice of apple pie, a-la-mode, across the table at me. I ate that too and was happy for the food. "Shower and sleep, in that order, see you in the morning." I stood and gave her a peck on the cheek and went downstairs.

I slept like a log and was almost dressed when Louise appeared with my morning cup of courage. "You're up bright and early." She commented. "Much to do this week." I answered. "And I am ready. Finals all week, a project to complete in woodshop, and music on Saturday night, not to mention preparations for the arrival of my two favorite sisters." I said. "As far as I know, they are your only two sisters, but that doesn't mean I know everything." She chuckled. "Breakfast is ready when you are."

I ate quickly and was out the door for school. I was early into the parking lot at school, and took a place close to the building. I backed in and saw Dennis rounding the corner just as I stood up. He parked his pick-up next to mine, and he and Chrissie and Gail piled out. "Hi kids. How are we all this morning?" I asked, surprised to see them all together. Dennis had a Cheshire cat smile on his face and the girls followed along like ducklings behind their mama. "I'm great." Dennis said as he walked up. "I gave the girls a ride." I laughed out loud and said, "I'll bet you did." They all looked at me, and at each other, and then they got the joke. Gail blushed bright pink and asked. "You're not mad at us for leaving are you?" "Not at all, Hon, I needed sleep. Besides, y'all needed time together. Did Denny take good care of Chrissie?" I returned. "Dennis took care of both of us. He doesn't fuck like you do, though. But he's lots of fun." She answered. "Thanks for sharing." I said and turned and headed for the building.

I saw Ms. Stone in the hall outside of the teacher's lounge. "Good morning Mr. Ellis." She said brightly. "Did you have a nice weekend?" "Why, yes I did, as a matter of fact. How was yours?" I asked in return. Her eyes clouded when I asked the question and she answered softly, "Probably not as good as yours." "I'm sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked. "Help, probably not. Take my mind off of it, probably, but not right this minute. How is your paper coming along?" She had changed the subject. "Well, to tell you the truth, I finished it yesterday. I considered turning it in early but wasn't sure if you wanted us to do that." I answered her question. "You may, if you wish. It will help me to get all the papers read as soon as possible." She said. I reached between my books and produced my completed offering and handed it to her. "I'll look forward to your reaction." I said and thanked her for accepting it early. "I'll see you last period." She said and turned into the teachers lounge.

I had a final in history and answered every question confidently, hoping for a high score. History being one of my favorite subjects, I had little difficulty with the test. I finished early and asked for a hall pass to go to the office and look for some information on an electronics school I was considering in Daytona. The office clerk was most helpful and I soon had several pamphlets regarding that and other similar programs at other schools in the area. I was strolling back to class when I met Gerald in the hall. "Hi, Virg, when's a good time to check out your lawn job?" He asked. "Any time, let me know and I'll be there to meet you. How about after school today? I'm anxious to fill the job, I've got some other work I need done as well." I told him. "Today is good, is 4:00 alright?" He asked. I told him that was good and I gave him directions to the Islands.

The bell rang just as I re-entered the room. I picked up my books and started for Ms. Stone's classroom. I noticed my yellow folder on her desk as I entered the room. There was a green post-it note stuck to the front of it but I couldn't read what it said. I sat in my usual seat near the door. Ms. Stone was talking to a couple of the girls on the other side of the room and she looked past them and smiled at me as I sat down. As the bell rang, she took up a position at the front of the room and we were asked to take a plain sheet of paper and for a few minutes, she wanted us to write down what we felt to be the single most important thing we had experienced in our years as a high school student. I was most intrigued at this. I had just turned in my term paper that dealt with that very subject. Of coarse my answer was my interaction with every person I had come in contact with. After a few moments she asked each of us to stand and read what we had written on the page. Some of my classmates had some really lame answers, some had not a clue what to write, and some were not sure of what the question was. I was next to last to answer and when I read the short, but meaningful, statement to the class, I was very quiet in the room. "Would you care to broaden your answer?" Ms. Stone asked. "No, Ma'm." I answered. "The single most important thing I have experienced as a high school student is: My interaction with each person I have had the good fortune to come into contact with. Teachers, other students, office workers, book store clerks, business associates, it makes no matter who, or whether the experience was good or bad, it was important. The good results, and the bad results all have meaning. Everything adds up to the end product, what you are is what you have experienced and how you have let it influence you." The room was silent. Ms. Stone's heels clicked loudly on the tile as she walked behind her desk. I could hear the hiss her stockings made as she sat down. "Mr. Ellis, have you ever given any thought to being a teacher?" She asked. I stood there dumbly. She nodded that I should sit. "Mr. Ellis here turned in his term paper to me earlier today. I usually read early papers when I get home, but I had a few minutes at lunchtime and decided to scan through his. If I were grading on a curve, I would be hard pressed to find a way to place this essay on that curve. You should be proud of this work, Mr. Ellis, your interest in what we have said this year and the way you presented your subject are worthy of note. You shall graduate from this coarse with the highest grade I have ever given a student in my nineteen years as a teacher. With your permission, I would be pleased to submit your recitation to the State Board Of Education for recognition."

The shrill clanging of the bell broke the spell and the class bolted for the door. I sat in my seat until everyone was gone. Ms. Stone still sat behind her desk. We stared at each other for several minutes. She finally spoke first, "So your sister told you about butterflies?" More a question than a statement. "Busted. Dianne told me quite a bit." I said. "We're good friends, I miss her not being at the Islands. What else did she tell you?" She asked. "Does it really matter?" I asked back. "I guess not. You and I seem to have a very powerful attraction suddenly. What happened in the past is history. The future is what's important now." She said. "I was hoping that we might find something in the future." I said. "The butterflies seem to indicate the possibility of that." She said. "It's very private at the Islands Estates. Perhaps you'd stop by for a drink and we could talk about the future?" I asked. "I might just do that. When's good for you?" She asked excitedly. "I'll leave that up to you, I'm flexible." I said. "See you around seven tonight then." She stood, smoothed her skirt and walked around the desk and waited for me to reach the front of the room. "I've never had a relationship with a student, or anyone else other than your sister and your father. I must be discrete." She said seriously. "Mum's the word. See you tonight." I touched her lips with my fingertip and she pursed then with a kiss. I was hard as a rock and it was plain that she had noticed.




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I backed in to my spot and climbed the steps to the upper car park. Janice's Chevy was parked to the side of the garage. I hoped Gerald would be on time. I entered the house through the garage and smelled the odor of cleaning chemicals. Louise was in the foyer looking at the carpet and seemed pleased. "They started on the rugs today, and got right much done. The guy says two more days on this floor and a day upstairs and a day in the studio. He says the smell only lasts an hour or so. Janice has been working like a demon on the bathrooms in the bedrooms. She's good help." "Good. I've got a friend coming to look at the yard work this afternoon. Louise, got a minute?" I asked. "Sure, Cool, what's on your mind?" She asked. "I have a guest coming to see me tonight, Marie Stone, a teacher from school. She'll probably come to the front door. Just show her down, if that's all right?" I said. "This Dianne's friend, Marie?" She asked. I nodded, and she smiled broadly. "Nice girl, she gave your dad a real working over a couple of times. She know you know about that?" "I expect she does. I told her I talked with Dianne about the old days. I think she has some sort of a problem with her husband, but I'm not sure." I said. Louise put her hand on my shoulder and said, "Keep your shit together, she's married and that might come back to haunt you." "That's why I invited her here. Nobody has to know but us." I answered.

The gate buzzer rang and it was Gerald and his brother. I opened the gate and met them out front and showed them the upper lawns and then around back to the river side. My friend was duly impressed. "This is a full time gig for two or three guys. I don't think we've got big enough equipment to handle lawns this size." He stated. "No problem, we have everything you need here. Mowers, tillers, carts, edgers, weed eaters, you name it." I said and showed him down to the maintenance shed by the boathouse. "There's even a small apartment over the shed here if you need a place to live. Maybe you'd just rather hire on by the hour and not take it as a contract?" I asked. "That's probably what we'll do. I'll talk to you at school tomorrow. I'm sure we have a deal. This place is great." He said. I walked them back to the front and they left.

Louise asked about dinner and I told her light, and early. Janice came down the hallway and walked into the kitchen. "Hi, Boss, you doing okay?" She bubbled. "Fine thanks. You get settled all right?" I asked. "Thank you, I have and I want to thank you for the opportunity. I wasn't sure what I was going to do." "No sweat, we'll get acquainted better later. I have a guest coming and need to clean up a bit." I said.

I went downstairs and put some music on. I took a shower and shaved. I found a silk pullover and light khaki's, and wished again that I wasn't so soft. The phone rang and it was Louise telling me she had a few shrimp peeled and I could eat any time. I hung up and went to the kitchen. Louise, Janice and I sat out on the balcony off the kitchen and ate shrimp and enjoyed the spring evening. It would soon be getting hot as summer progressed and these pleasant times would have to wait again until fall. Janice listened as Louise talked of the upcoming visit from my sisters. Louise was in ecstasy with their anticipated arrival. Janice heard the gate buzzer and went to buzz in my guest. I walked into the foyer just as Ms. Stone entered the house. "So nice to see you Ms. Stone." I said as I extended my hand to take hers. I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. I felt her squeeze my hand as my lips brushed cheek. "I feel butterflies." She whispered. I introduced Janice and Louise rushed up to give Marie a big hug. "Louise, I've missed seeing you so much." She cried. "Oh, Honey, we'll have to chew over all the old times when the girls get here." Louise was pleased. "We'll leave you two alone." She said and ushered Janice down the hallway.

I asked Marie if she would like to see the studio and she said yes. We descended the stairs and entered the studio. She looked around and walked to a sofa and dropped her keys and purse on the table next to it and I asked her if she would like a glass of wine. "That would be very nice." She said. "Mind if I smoke?" I said no and found an ashtray under the bar. She perched on a bar stool, and I touched a flame from her lighter to the tip of her cigarette. She inhaled deeply and exhausted the smoke through her nostrils. Her hair was still swept up, but her make-up had been freshly reapplied. She was still wearing the same clothing she had on in school. "I didn't go home after school." She said. "I'm sorry that I haven't changed. I would have had a scene with my husband, and frankly, I don't care for any more crap from him." "I'm sorry to hear that you're not getting along." I sympathized. "Want to talk about it?" She dragged on her cigarette and shook her head. "I'd rather not talk about that slob. He's just pathetic. Won't look for work, and just lays around the house in his dirty underwear. I'm sick of it." She seemed glad to get it off her chest, but I didn't pursue it further. "Care for a few peeled shrimp?" I asked. "I'd love some." She replied. I went up to the kitchen and raided the refrigerator for a bowl of shrimp and some cocktail sauce.

I returned to the bar and sat next to her and peeled shrimp while we talked and had another glass of wine. Marie was starting to unwind and she even laughed a little. I could see she had unbuttoned several buttons on her blouse and her breasts struggled to stay in the top of her lacy bra. Her skirt had ridden up high on her hip and I saw that she wore stockings and garters. Good girl, sexy underwear was a passion of mine and she must have been reading my mind. "You ever fuck another man's wife?" She asked. I was a little stunned. "No. But it sounds to me that if he was taking care of his wife at home, she wouldn't be wondering if another man wanted her." I said. "You always know just what to say, don't you?" She asked. "I try." I answered. "I like your music. Is that you playing on the sound system?" She asked. I told her it was and got up to wash the shrimp from my fingers. When I turned around, she had unpinned her hair and it fell around her shoulders. She shook her head and fluffed it with her fingers. Her dark Italian skin was aglow in the subtle lighting in the studio. A slow tune was playing so I asked her to dance. She slipped into my arms and rested her head on my chest we moved slowly to the music and I was certain that she could feel my erection pressing against her stomach.

The song ended and we stayed together dancing slowly to a fast tune but neither of us heard the music. "You feel good holding me." She breathed in my ear. She held herself tightly against me, rolling my cock back and forth with her body. I held her hair away from her neck and brushed my lips across her skin. I could feel her breathing quicken as I sucked gently on her earlobe. "I want to taste you." She said, pulling away. She reached for my zipper and pulled it down. She unsnapped my pants and dropped to her knees as she lowered them to my ankles. I stepped out of them and felt her tongue on my skin above my hard cock. She licked down one side and then up the other. She took first one ball into her hot mouth and slathered it with her tongue, and then the other. My cock was leaking pre-cum. And as she licked around my shaft, her face was soon bearing the results of her contact with me. She held me gently in her hand and rubbed her face all over with my leaking erection. Her skin was shining from my secretions.

She held the end of my shaft to her lips and circled it with her red lips. Her head bobbed on the very end for a long time before she took it in deeper. After what seemed like hours, she was engulfing my whole member with each downward thrust of her hot mouth. She pulled off and looked up at me. "Is this good for you?" She asked. "This is good for me. But, now it's my turn. Come with me." I answered. I pulled her to her feet and walked her into the bedroom. The water was running down the waterfall, and the underwater lights from the fishpond danced on the ceiling. I laid her back on the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor between her legs. I brought my face close to her fragrant opening and started pecking small kisses on her inner thighs. I kissed all around her orifices, touching her dark outer lips and puckered star lightly with the tip of my tongue. She was becoming extremely aroused and grunted each time my tongue touched one of her sensitive holes. She pulled my face into her pussy by grabbing two hands full of hair. I slashed her clit feverishly and she pushed herself up to meet my searching tongue. I plunged two fingers into her wet hole. She was lubricating my face and fingers liberally with her juices. I pulled my fingers out of her cunt and positioned my index finger on her rosebud. I heard her moan at my first touch and raise up to give me better access. I slid my slick finger into her hot ass and she climaxed into my face. She held me firmly by the hair. I pumped into her ass rapidly until she came a second time. My face was now coated with her female ejaculate. Her grunts came in rapid succession with each thrust my finger made into her hot ass hole, indicating that her orgasm was continuing for a long time.

I slowed my motion and she started to relax. I remover my fingers from her ass and cunt and licked as much of her juice off her pussy as I could without stimulating her further. I crawled up on the bed and lay next to her. I touched her solid nipple with a slippery finger and rubbed her breast with her own discharge. Her breathing returned to normal and she said. "Lots of butterflies around here, don't you think?" I laughed and agreed, "Yes indeed, I'd say we had a swarm in the air. Was that good for you?" "No need to ask again, you've taken my breath away. You're a better lover than your father. He's like a demon, when he fucks, you're deliberate, I like that." She said. "My husband is a pig. He smells and all he wants to do is empty his pathetic little cock in me and go to sleep." I was pleased for the compliment. "I've watched you all year in class. You're a very beautiful woman and I get turned on when I see you. I can't believe that we're actually here in my bed making love." I said. "Let's not get love confused with lust, here. I want your hot stiff cock in me because I think you're a stud, not because we're in love. I'm not trying to hurt your feelings, I'm just being honest." She instructed. "I can live with that." I told her as I leaned over to suck her nipple into my mouth.

I laved on her breasts for several minutes and she got hotter and hotter. I pulled her up and turned her over onto her hands and knees. Her hairy twat presented it's self to me between her spread thighs and I could see her shining rosebud just above it. I entered her hot canal from the rear and she moaned loudly as I traveled inward. I bumped firmly against her ass cheeks and her moans increased in intensity. "Fuck me now, Virgil, slam my pussy with your hot meat." She begged. I humped her cunt with savage thrusts and my balls slapped against her distended clit with each stroke. I drove into her with all my strength, and she returned each thrust with her own rearward push each time. "Oh, God, yes." She cried. "Keep fucking meeee!! Fill my cunt, please, Virgil, cum in meeeee!!" Our coupling lasted for a long time. I did everything I knew how to prolong the act but, finally, I could hold it back no more. I expelled my scalding brew deep into her sucking cunt. I could feel each blast as it escaped into her. Her cunt milked my erupting cock with each convulsion until my knees weakened and I had to lean over to keep from falling. I lay on top of her crushing her into the bed.

We stayed that way until she had to move to breath. I rolled off. My dick made a loud squishing noise as it popped out of her hot hole. My cock was followed by a huge glob of cum mixed with her juices. She scooped the thick discharges from between her legs with her fingers and brought them to her mouth and eagerly licked our potion from them and swallowed as much as she could wipe away. I crawled between her legs and sucked on her splayed lips savoring the mixture as she had. Afterward, she licked my face and lips to retrieve the very last vestiges of carnality. "Thank you, Virgil, you've given me hope. I can't live the way I have been any longer. I need to be treated like a woman, not a piece of property." She said. "I don't know what I'm going to do. Can we do this again?" "You're a very sensual woman, Marie. I'll do anything I can to help you. You can come here any time you want. I've got more women than I know what to do with right now, and you are all my friends. I'll always be yours. Besides, you fuck real good and I'd be real stupid to say I didn't want you again." I answered. We both laughed and cuddled for a while.

We got up and took a shower together and then I walked Marie up to her car. I kissed her tenderly on the lips. "See you in class tomorrow." I said. "You're too sweet for words, Virgil. You fuck real well too. See you tomorrow." I watched as her taillights disappeared down the drive.

I opened the front door and there stood Louise and Janice just inside the front door. Both were wearing very sexy sheer nighties. "You're getting yourself quite a stable going there, young fella. Think you can keep up with all of us?" Louise asked. They were both giggling like schoolgirls. "Not anymore tonight. I think I've reached my limit for the day. How about, let's us go downstairs and have a cold beer and listen to some music for a little while?" I asked. Each lady linked an arm through an elbow and we headed for my studio.



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I found a beer for Louise and Janice and I decided to finish the bottle of wine I had started earlier with Marie. My two sexy housemates sat together on one of the sofas and I sat on another one facing them. We talked about our upcoming visit from my sisters and all we had to do to prepare for their arrival. With Janice's help, Louise was confident that they would have the entire house presentable. I assured them that the grounds would be spectacular as well and everyone seemed to be in great spirits.

Louise commented on my recent visit from Marie Stone. "You don't think you're taking a chance messing with a married woman, do you?" She asked. "She's not having a very good time at home right now. It seems to me like she just needs to let off some steam." I answered. Louise was troubled. I could see it in her eyes. "She's gotten together with Dianne several times since she married this guy, and that hasn't caused a problem for her." I continued. "I know, but if he found out she's fucking a nineteen year old student, it might piss him off just a bit." She said. "What can I do? This has been building up for a long time and she says she won't put up with him too much longer. He sounds like a real piece of work, if you ask me." I felt like I was begging for forgiveness for being a bad kid. "Just be discreet. Don't be seen with her out in public where someone might take it back to her husband." Janice interjected. "I know all about abusive husbands. Carlos would slap me for no reason and he even kicked me after he knocked me down a few times. I wanted to kill the bastard for that. When I divorced him he said he would strangle me for deserting him. I just could not take any more of his cruelty. Thank God Louise called me to come here. I feel safe and out of his reach here."

"Of coarse you're both right." I said. "The last thing I need, in the world, is a jealous drunken husband hunting my skinny ass. But I gotta tell ya, she's one red hot momma." "Just be smart and don't get caught. She's a schoolteacher and another mans wife. Both of which could cause you grief if it ever got out." Louise made her final remark on the topic for the evening.

Janice asked me a pointed question. "You're getting a lot of pussy aren't you, Cool?" "So it would seem." I answered. "Probably more than I need. I'm fucked out right now. I've been done more times this last week than I have in the last year. It's great but I can't imagine why all of a sudden." "Once they get a feel of that big tool you're carrying between your legs, no woman could ever pass up a chance to have it again. I'm soaking wet waiting for my turn." Janice confided in us. Louise giggled and elbowed Janice in the ribs and said, "Looks like you'll have to wait for another day, Chiquita, his pecker is played out for tonight." "I know, baby, but I was hoping maybe you and I could play like we used to do back in the old days." Janice pleaded with Louise. Louise pulled Janice's face to hers and kissed her square on the lips and said, "Only if you promise to use that hot Latin tongue on my wet cunt." Life was certainly getting interesting. The two giggling women jumped up and headed for the stairs. I stood and went to my bedroom, and crawled between the cool satin sheets and crashed. Sleep would be no problem this night.

I heard whispering and felt the covers being pulled off me. The bed moved as someone got in, first on one side then on the other. Louise and Janice had decided to join me in the night. I felt them move close to me and snuggle up on each side of me. I pretended not to notice and soon their breathing deepened and I too, went back to sleep. When I awoke again we were nesting like three spoons in a drawer. Louise had her huge tits against my back. My cock was rock hard and pressed against Janice's ass cheeks. I had aligned myself right into her butt cleavage. Both women were still asleep. I eased myself lower, very slowly so as not to wake either of them. I carefully pushed my erection between Janice's legs until I felt her moist lips. I started gently rocking forward and back causing her lips to spread and accept my persistent intruder into the damp folds of her cunt. "You're such a bad boy." I heard Louise whisper in my ear as she reached between my legs to fondle my balls. Janice still slept but, she moved gently back into me as I slid deeper into her tunnel. "She wants it, Cool." Louise whispered again. "She's so hot for cock right now. Go slow, until she wakes up, then fuck her brains out. I want to watch." I turned my head and whispered to Louise, "And you say I'm bad. You're a little kinky too, you know?" She squeezed my balls and searched 'til she found my ass hole. She twitched it with her fingertip and the sensation was intense. "Keep that up, Louise, and it'll be your ass over the horse." I whined. "Promises, promises." She chuckled softly.

Janice had begun to hump back onto my probing cock with greater enthusiasm. Her breath was escaping in soft whoosh's each time we pushed together. I started licking her neck and around her ears and she came awake and grunted louder with each intrusion into her depths. "Oh Si, Papito, fuck my little pussy." She gasped as a tremor went through her. "I want to see." Louise declared and crawled from behind me and went around in front of the Spanish girl. She pulled the covers back and got down where she cloud see my cock sliding into Janice's dark slit. I felt Louise's hot tongue slide along the length of my dick as I pushed into Janice. Janice squealed when Louise lapped at her burning clit. "That's it, Baby Boy, give her your whole cock. Fuck her deep." Louise encouraged us as our motion increased. I slammed into Janice from behind, each time pushing Janice against Louise's licking face. I could feel Janice contracting on my cock with extreme force. Almost like she was milking me as I withdrew each time. Her climax overtook her as I started to pump thick gobs of semen way up against her cervix. I held myself firmly against her back as I squirted her full to overflowing with gooey white cream. Louise lapped away at our closely coupled center catching our mixed juices as they oozed from Janice's tightly stretched cunt.

My cock stayed extremely hard, as I had not had time for my morning piss. I pulled out of Janice and made a dash for the bathroom, to take care of my morning chores. I returned to witness Louise eagerly sucking my spent passion from the dark Spanish girls swollen cunt. "Nice job Louise." I said. "I couldn't have gotten it any cleaner if I had done it myself." Both of them laughed and Janice crawled across the bed and engulfed my flaccid cock with her mouth. She laved me for several seconds and then let me pop from her mouth. "You fuck like the bull, my young friend. I am impressed. Louise told me how good you could be." "Why thank you ma'am, I appreciate that. We'll do it again real soon, right now I have got to get ready for school." I said and went for my morning shower.

The phone was ringing as I stepped from the shower. I answered and it was a trucking company out of Orlando with a shipment for Virgil Ellis Jr., which would be me. I asked what it was and he told me three hundred and sixty eight crates of video equipment, on three vans. I had to sit down. "When do you want to deliver it?" I asked. "As soon as possible. I need to get these trucks back on the road." He answered. "Can you have a fork lift there when we deliver? There's a lot of heavy stuff here, and some fairly large pieces." I thought a minute then asked him if he could arrange for the lift if I paid for it and he agreed to do that. I told him I would be home at 2:30 this afternoon. He said that would be fine, but they would be on overtime unloading after 5:30. I agreed with him on the extra charges and hung up the phone after giving him directions.

I dressed quickly and bounded up the stairs to relay the information on the delivery to Louise. We discussed where to unload and decided the cellar next to the studio was the best place due to the overhead door where lumber was brought into that area during construction times. I went down there before I left for school and saw that the huge cellar was nearly empty and it would be perfect for storing the video equipment until it could be unpacked and I knew what all there was.

I was nearly late for class, due to all the extra activity before I left home, but just made it as the bell rang. I talked to Dennis and asked if he could round up Al and Terry to help with the unloading this afternoon. I also caught up with Gerald, in the lunchroom, to ask for his decision on the lawn job. "Tell me about the apartment." He said as I sat down next to him with my lunch tray. "Well, it's right over the equipment garage. It has a kitchen-dining-living room two bedrooms, ones kinda small but the other one is big enough, and a bathroom with a tub and shower. Furnished with electric and water. Clean and looks right out over the river. Air conditioned and heated and it's really not too bad." I told him. "If I took the job alone, full time, how much would you pay if I took the apartment as part of the salary?" He asked. I had already given this some thought, as an option, so I said, "Take the job full time, work your own hours, take the apartment, I'll pay the utilities and give you whatever it takes to get you $400.00 a week clear, and the job is yours. Only thing I ask is, the main house is off limits except by invitation, and I don't want a bunch of people roaming around the grounds. It will be your home, security is just a concern here and we have to keep it closed to outsiders. Other than that, no restrictions. Maintain the equipment like you would your own, I'll pay for all the parts and supplies and set you up an account for fuel." "Looks like we got us a deal." He said and stuck his hand out to shake mine. "When do I start?" "Today, if you like. By the way, I need a hand unloading a truck this afternoon. Can you give us a hand?" I asked. He indicated he would be there right after school and shook my paw again, and I left for American History class.

We got the grades for the first part of the history final, which had been taken the day before, and I had aced the first part. This was no surprise because I was a real fan of local history and this particular part of the coarse was right up my ally. Tomorrow would be a little more out of my realm but I had no concern because I had been comfortable with the material all through that part of the class as well. I enjoy history and we live in a very ancient and historical part of the country and are surrounded by it. The bell rang and I rushed to Ms. Stone's room to say hi before everyone else got there.

I rounded the corner and nearly crashed into her standing just inside the door. "I seem to be bumping into you everywhere I go." I laughed. She was amused as well and said she was glad to see me. "Can you wait for a minute after class? I'd like to have a word, if I may." She asked. "Sure thing. I only have a minute though, I have a delivery being made and I absolutely gotta be there by 2:30" I answered. Class sped by and as the bell rang I walked up to the front of the room to speak with Marie. "I want to thank you for last night." She began. "It's been so long. But, we've got to be discreet. I'm going to get rid of my husband and I want to take him for everything I can to repay him for the way he has treated me all these years." "Mum's the word with me. Louise and I discussed this very subject this morning. Just lay low until after school gets out and then we'll get together again. Dianne will be here next week and you'll have an excuse to come out to the house and we can get crazy then." I assured her. "I can't wait." She explained. "My pussy is just boiling." I waved and spun on my heel and headed for the parking lot.

I saw Denny and Al walking towards Denny's pick-up. I waved at them and Al called out that they would be over to help as soon as they went home to change. I threw them a thumbs up and jumped in my car. I had just parked when I heard the sound of a diesel engine coming up to the gate so I hit the remote and waited for the truck to pull in. It was the man I had spoken with on the phone. He had a flatbed with a forklift on it. We exchanged pleasantries and he unloaded the lift. He told me the first van would be right along and I thanked him and went in to put on some working clothes. The first truck arrived and I opened the overhead door to the cellar and we began the task of unloading the crates. It took until after 11:00 to unload all the equipment and carry it inside. As we finished, Louise and Janice carried huge platters of fried chicken and corn on the cob out to the picnic table on the patio. Janice produced a cooler of beer and we made short work of the food. Everyone was tired and we decided to call it a night due to a busy day tomorrow.

After closing up the cellar, I stood and looked at the mountain of crates we had unloaded. Louise and Janice wondered at the sheer number of boxes. "What's in all of them?" Janice asked. "A whole television studio. Cameras, recorders, monitors, cables, and lots of other goodies." I answered. "You mean like movie cameras?" Louise asked. "Yes, only you record onto tape instead of film. Dad must have spent a fortune on all this stuff. It's going to take a lifetime to unpack it all and set it up." I said. Janice looked at me and asked, "We can make a movie of us getting it on?" I laughed and said. "In living color, Jan, bold and uncensored." "This I have got to see." Louise said. "I'm going to grab a quick shower and get some rest." I told them. "I've got a test tomorrow."

I woke to the smell of coffee on my nite-stand. I crawled out of the bed and ached everywhere from all the lifting I had done the night before. I ran hot water into the Jacuzzi and sat with the jets on high for a few minutes before I dressed and went upstairs. Louise was setting breakfast on the table when I came through the door. All she was wearing was a pair of golden panties. Her big tits hung down as she leaned over the table. "God morning, Tall." She said as I sat down. "Nice tits, Lou." I commented as I reached out and tweaked her plump nipple. "Don't stop. Do the other one too." She hissed. "How about equal time?" It was Janice. "Bring them over here where I can get at them." I said. She walked over next to Louise and I reached up and tugged on the rings that adorned each hard nipple. Louise fed one of her swollen nipples into my mouth and I bit her gently. "You've got to get to school." She said and reluctantly I finished my breakfast and drove to Flagler Beach.

School passed quickly and soon I was back at the Islands and surveying the monumental task, which lay ahead. The driver had given me a packing list with the numbers of each crate and what each contained. There were six very tall crates which contained dolly mounted, studio cameras that were used strictly in the television studio. There were several crates carrying two control consoles, which were in pieces and had to be reassembled before they could be used. I also found numerous boxes of cables and connectors and racks for mounting the various electronic components all of which had to be opened and set up. I located eight large boxes with portable video cameras in them. These were very high quality cameras such as would be used by news crews or other mobile operations. I was very impressed with my dad's purchases.

I spent two hours inventorying what was in the crates and decided I'd have to make some kind of plan on how I wanted to set a little video studio up in the large cellar. I thought about putting a camera in the recording studio so I could do videos of the band. I thought back on Janice's remark from this morning about making a movie of us fucking. The more I thought about it the better I liked the idea. I set about opening one of the boxes containing a portable camcorder and decided to try it out as soon as I could locate the tape cassettes for it and a tripod. It took another hour to find all the necessary items to make it work but soon I was ready to try it out.

The camera was both battery and AC powered, which made it handy to use. I took a few minutes of tape around the waterfall and fishpond and the studio and plugged the camera into the television and played the tape back. The video quality was excellent. I had used no artificial lighting and the picture was perfect. I couldn't wait to try it out on people.

I carried the camera upstairs in search of someone to film. I found Louise sitting at the breakfast bar, still clad only in the golden panties. Her pendulous tits hung proudly out for the camera to record. I stood at the door with the camera running and said, "Smile pretty for the camera, Sweetie." She grinned from ear to ear and turned on the stool to face directly toward me. She cupped one big tit in each hand and hefted them at the lens. "How about this?" She asked as she leaned back on the stool and pulled the thin crotch of her panty aside and exposed her dark, hairy cunt. Slowly she rubbed her fat pussy lips and spread them wide open with her fingertips, showing a bright pink gash in the otherwise ebony junction between her legs. She pushed her fingers into herself and squished them around until they gleamed with her juices. Then she withdrew her fingers and brought them to her mouth and made a very animated production of sucking her nectar off of them. "Finger lickin' good!!" She said to the camera.

Janice came into the kitchen and walked over to where Louise was sitting and knelt in front of her. She tugged Louise's panties down and spread her cunt open with her fingers. I moved to the side and aimed the camera directly into her gaping wet opening. Janice leaned in and swiped her tongue from bottom to top sending Louise to a new level of arousal. She slurped and licked and took Louise right to the brink of climax and then she backed her gently down a notch. I continued to shoot as Janice sucked on first one fat lip and then the other. Lou's pink clit stood at attention and I kept the camera going as Janice nipped it with her pearly white teeth. Louise couldn't hold out much longer and she started grunting loudly as her orgasm took her over the top. "Oh yes, Chiquita, suck my clit! That's it, baby make me cummm!!!" Louise breathed as she rode the wave as high as it would take her. Janice continued to tongue her dripping slit, collecting her secretions, until she relaxed again. The bodies of both women shown with perspiration, and the Spanish girls face was smeared with Louise's juices. "You like it when I eat your little pussy, don't you Mamasita?" Janice asked as she stood up. Louise answered her with a deep kiss filled with her long tongue. "You know I do." She said. She licked Janice all around her mouth drying her cum from the younger woman's face. They embraced for the camera and smiled.  

I switched the camera off and said, "That's gonna be hot, you two. I got every bit of that on tape." Louise stood up and reached for the camcorder. "Show me how it works." She said. I showed her how to turn it on and off, and how to zoom in and out. "Sit on the stool, Cool. Jan Honey, suck the boy's big cock for the camera." I sat, Janice licked her lips and moved between my naked legs and started licking and sucking on my rigid pole. "Squeeze some juice out of him and rub it on your face, Sugar." Louise began directing us. Janice pumped a drop of clear fluid from me and smeared it on her cheek. She ran her long tongue all around my tip and took just the very end into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she increased her suction to encourage more fluid to escape. Soon her whole face glistened with my lubricant. "You're hot now, Baby." Louise was getting into it. "Go deep on him. Take him way down." Janice responded eagerly and my entire length disappeared from view. She pushed hard against me and nestled her face into my hairy crotch. Slowly she withdrew and my gleaming shaft reappeared to again be recorded by the camera. "OOOHHH!! Yeah, suck my dick." I started to play the scene now. "I can feel your hot tongue on my cock, Baby. Suck me good." Janice was growling from down in her belly and I could feel the vibrations on my dick. "Take him out now and lick his cock all over." Louise coaxed. Janice complied and she made long sweeping drags with her tongue from the bottom of my balls up my dick and over the top and up to my belly button. Janice was really playing for the camera now. "I'm getting ready to cum, Jan. I'm going to shoot your sweet face with sperm bullets. Oh, ya, her it comes." She reached to the base of my cock and pulled the first shot from my cum gun, and took it right on the nose. The next shot hit her eyebrow on the left and dribbled down onto her cheek. Two more shots found her waiting chin and upper lip. She continued to milk me until all firing ceased. My semen flowed down from her face and dripped onto her tits. She smiled at the camera all through my ejaculations. She rubbed my deflating sperm pistol all over her face, spreading cum everywhere.




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"You two are so fucking incredible, I got the whole thing on tape. I caught every juicy drop splashing on Jan's hot face and tits." Louise was beaming. "When can we see it?" She asked. "Right now." I answered. "C'mon downstairs and I'll hook it up." Louise handed me the camera and turned to Janice. She started licking my cum off Jan's tits. I turned the camera back on and taped the whole episode. This was going to be a scalding saga to be viewed by adults only.

We went down to the studio and I plugged the camera into my television and pressed the play button. The past forty minutes unfolded before our eyes. The actors on the screen immediately captured us. It was us and we could be seen indulging in one another's fantasies. Janice and Louise were slowly rubbing themselves as they watched the screen. My cock grew harder as each minute passed. Before the film ended, I found myself pushing my hard cock into Janice's steaming cunt as Louise probed her ass hole with her tongue. I came quickly and flooded Jan's pussy with what little cum I could generate. Louise swiftly sucked my seed out of her leaking hole. We sat exhausted on the sofa as the video ended.

"You understand that we could get in a lot of trouble with this stuff, don't you?" I asked the women. "Only if we are stupid." Louise replied. "Your papa showed you how to open the safe, didn't he?" She asked. "He did, and that's a good idea. I'll store any x-rated videos we make in the safe. We certainly wouldn't want any of this stuff leaving the premises." I answered.

Jan had gone into the bathroom while Louise and I had been discussing the tapes. She stuck her head around the corner and asked, "Anybody interested in the Jacuzzi besides me?" Louise and I answered yes at the same instant and rose to go in with Janice. The hot bubbling water felt wonderful and we luxuriated in it for a long while, talking about the upcoming week. Louise asked me what I thought about taping our family dinner. "Everyone will be wearing sexy lingerie and Janice will be dressed as a French maid without panties so your dad can play with her pussy." She said. "Maybe I can hide a camera somewhere in the room and nobody will know." I stated. "We are definitely going to get into trouble." Jan said, and we all laughed.

We dried off and I hugged each of them and sent them off to bed. I went into my study and looked at the inventory sheets that had come with the video equipment and decided that after dad got home Friday, I would discuss hiring a technician to assist with the proper installation and setup. I did find an item on the inventory that read 'Video Cassette Playback Console'. I noted the box number and planned to locate it tomorrow and see what would be required to put it into immediate service.

I switched out the lights in the study and grabbed a beer from the fridge. I seated myself in one of the big soft chairs in front of the fishpond and relaxed listening to the water cascade down the rocks and watched the lights reflecting off the ceiling. Life is good. I'd miss the old man, but I was sure Louise, Janice and the other women in my life would keep me company. The beer was cold and refreshed me. I climbed into bed and sleep extinguished my thoughts. 



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I awoke with a start. My cock was hard and I had shot my wad in the bed. I lay there trying to recall what it was I had been dreaming about that would cause me to cream the sheets. As I groped for a memory, I looked across the room and saw Janice curled up in one of the chairs in front of the waterfall. She was asleep in a big fluffy robe. I had to take care of my morning business, so I tiptoed past her into the bathroom and when I had finished, I grabbed a towel to wipe up the bed with. As I was drying the sheets, Janice stirred in the chair and opened her eyes. She seemed to be startled, not knowing exactly where she was. "Ssshhhh, it's okay, Sweetie." I reassured her. "You're here with Old Cool. Don't be frightened." I walked over to her and crouched next to the chair and brushed her hair out of her eyes. "You never have to worry here." I told her. "We'll take care of you."

"I couldn't sleep and I thought maybe I could just listen to the water running over the rocks. It's so beautiful to listen to it." She said. "I was watching you sleep. You look so peaceful when you sleep." "Why didn't you crawl in with me?" I asked her. "I didn't want to wake you." She said. "I was having a beautiful dream," I said, "and I shot a big puddle in the bed. I just wiped it up. I'll have to remind Louise I need clean sheets today." "I'll take care of it." She said. She reached out and touched my lips with her fingers. I sucked the tip of one into my mouth and she smiled at me and said, "I wish it had been me in your dream. I would have taken your seed into me and it would not have been wasted." I chuckled and told her to run some warm water into the tub and I'd let her wash my back.

We lathered each other all over and scrubbed away the cares of the world. I shampooed her hair and she did mine and we acted like we were in love for a few brief minutes and she said, "You're being so kind. I've never been treated like this. Louise tells me you're the answer to her prayers. I hope she would not be jealous of me being here with you, instead of her." "I don't think we have to worry about that, I spend plenty of time with her and there are others too. I try to treat each of you the way I would have you treat me." I said. Her hand reached under the water and cupped my sagging ball sack. Her other hand wrapped itself around my lengthening cock and she said, "I want to feel you in my mouth. I want the taste of your cum on my tongue through this whole day. Let me dry you off and come to the bed and give me your honey."

She toweled me dry as I did her and I lay back on the bed. I pulled the pillows up under my head so I could watch as she took my engorged prick deep into her throat. Her mission was simple; she wanted me to fill her mouth with cum. She made no qualms of that fact and went straight to the business of achieving her goal. With long, steady and deliberate strokes, she brought me to orgasm. I emptied my seed into her hot mouth and she held it for several seconds before she swallowed it down. Her smile told me her wish, to have my taste on her tongue, had been fulfilled.

I dressed and went up for breakfast. "You're getting your dickey done almost every morning now, aren't you?" Louise cackled as I came into the room. "What a way to start the day." I declared as I sat down at the table. "She's feeling wanted, that's good. I really enjoy having her around." Louise said. "She makes me laugh, and she eats pussy soooo good." I had to chuckle then, "She sucks cock real good too." Now we both laughed as Janice walked into the kitchen in her big fluffy robe. "What's so funny?" She asked. Louise answered her with a pat on the butt. "We were just commenting on how well you eat pussy and suck dick. I think we'll keep you around." Janice smiled and poured us each a cup of coffee.

The phone rang and Louise handed the receiver to me. It was Lisa Holiday, the pilot. "Morning there, Mr. Cool." She sounded cheerful. "Got a change in plans, I'm flying down to get our daddies on Saturday morning instead of Friday. Just picking them up at the airstrip, and coming straight back. We'll be back in St. Augustine by 2:30 at the absolute latest. How about keeping me company?" I thought that might be fun so I told her, "Sure, that sounds like a gas. Where do I meet you and what time is good?" She gave me directions to the hanger and I said I'd meet her at 6:30 on Saturday morning. After hanging up the phone, I departed for school.

The next two days at school slipped by uneventfully and I spent the remainder of both days opening crates and sorting the video equipment into a semblance of order so when we started to install the systems, everything would be readily accessible. I was becoming ever more interested in the video project due to the incredible amount and quality of the cameras and associated equipment. I had watched the tape that Louise, Janice, and I had recorded and my mind was buzzing with ideas. I had surveyed the cellar area and I started to visualize the plan for a very nice studio. I had also been prowling the house looking for ways to put cameras in some of the rooms upstairs. Louise and I were going to be partners in watching over the activities taking place in the house. I was giving serious thought to a complete closed circuit surveillance system covering the gates, grounds, and as many rooms in the house as we could get cables into.

Friday night was commencement for Karen. The program would be held in the auditorium at her school, in Ormond Beach. Louise and I were invited and I had made reservations to take the four of us to dinner after the program. I kept in mind that Karen and I had a date later for her to spend the night with me. Helen had reminded me that Karen had made the request that she have me to herself for the whole night so I planned dinner early and then we could get crazy afterwards. I wore my best linen suit and Louise looked like a million bucks in her White shift and diamonds. Her huge bosom was well displayed and she had her hair all piled up on top of her head. Helen was to ride with us to the school, so we took Louise's Lincoln Town Car. I wished we had a driver so I could sit in back with the two stunning women in my presence. Helen had been to the salon as well. Her hair was flawless and her red dress fit like paint on her supple body. Both women had on stockings and garter belts and heels. They were both showing me lots of stocking tops and thigh as we got into the car. "Too bad we've got to get right to the school." I said. "I wouldn't mind taking the two of you somewhere and letting you screw my brains out." Both of them laughed and Helen commented, "Tonight is Karen's night, she'd kill us both if we got to you before she did. Besides, Janice, Louise and I are going to get together later and have our own little party in the War Room. Louise has been itching for a licking and I think I can handle the job. Maybe we can use your camera?"

"So, you've been recruited for stardom?" I asked. "I can't wait." She breathed, "I want to see her tongue licking my ass hole and I want to actually watch myself explode all over her face." Louise told me later that Helen wants to be taped with me too. I, of coarse, have no problem with this. I thought it would be hot to see her flooding me with woman cum. Her juices flow so freely. It will make for some interesting viewing later. My cock was now steel hard and I asked them to change the subject so I could settle down before we arrived at the school.

I glanced at my two ladies as we walked up to the door. Each one of them had a hand linked through each of my elbows and I was enjoying the moment immensely. Both of them are extremely wealthy women, old enough to be my mother, and dressed to draw attention. They drew attention. All eyes in the room were on us as we found our seats in the auditorium. "Y'all are the bells of the ball." I whispered as we sat. "Ding-a-ling." Helen cooed in my ear and Louise just laughed and squeezed my thigh. The program took almost two hours and at about 7:30, we met up with Karen out in the front foyer. "Ride with Cool, Karen. Louise and I will take your car to the restaurant." Helen instructed and we left for dinner.

Karen was wearing a floor length, light blue, strapless evening gown that was spilt from the floor all the way up the back to just below her tight butt. Her hair was done in soft ringlets that hung to her shoulders. She had applied her make-up with care and she was a handsome young woman. "Don't take a deep breath," I said, "or you'll loose the whole dress." She giggled and replied, "The only thing I'm taking deep tonight, is you pecker in every one of my holes." She clung tightly to my arm as we walked to the car. I opened the door and helped her in. She had to pull the long dress high up on her legs to sit. I had no objections. She slid close as we drove and her perfume invaded my head and I felt her hand slide up my leg and rest with her fingers touching the bulge in my trousers. "I wish we didn't have to go to dinner." She said. "I want to go home and fuck." "Patience, Little One, we have all night for that. First, we have to share your graduation success with your mother and Louise, after all, they were there for the whole thing too, you know." I said.

She agreed and we were soon seated in the restaurant, at a great table overlooking the ocean. I ordered Asti-Spumante and appetizers. We chatted and reminisced about growing up and how we would miss Karen when she left for college soon. We ordered lobster and prime rib and soon we were all stuffed. Helen and Louise were definitely in heat. Karen and I watched as they played touchy-feely under the table and giggled like kids. I told Karen we should get them a room so they didn't have to drive home and everyone had a big laugh over that. Soon they departed leaving Karen and I to our own devices.

Her eyes sparkled as we talked and soon she said, "Time to head back, Big Boy. I want some man meat in me soon." I paid the check and we turned the big Lincoln toward the Islands Estates.

I opened the door and let us into the studio. I closed the door and turned and Karen was in my arms with her eager mouth pressed firmly over mine, and her searching tongue fought for entrance. We tongue wrestled 'til we both needed air. She turned and walked toward the bar, stopping to place her hands on the bar and lean forward pushing her pert ass out behind her. I moved up holding my hard cock in the cleft of her buns and pulled the zipper on her dress all the way down. She stood and the dress descended to the floor leaving her clad only in a strapless blue bra, blue hose, matching blue garter, and her blue pumps. She turned and reached for my tie and carefully undressed me down to my very naked self. I unfastened the front hook on her bra and she stepped out of her shoes. We hadn't spoken a word since entering the room. I knelt before her and noticed that the tops of her hose had already become stained with the secretions from her leaking pussy.

I leaned into her taking her fat cunt lips into my mouth and drank of her flowing juices. She gasped at the first contact between my tongue and her engorged clit. She flooded me even more as I manipulated her sensitive love button. I felt her knees start to give and I picked her up and carried her in and laid her on the clean white satin sheets. I reversed myself and returned my attention to her wet pussy. She pulled my turgid cock into her hungry mouth and made slow pumping motions as I continued to torment her clit. The muscles in her lower abdomen started pulsing as she neared her first orgasm. I slowed my attack and let her relax a bit. She had abandoned my cock and lay with her head back taking deep breaths as I gently sucked on her outer lips, drinking in her sweet juices. "Fuck me, Cool. Put your beautiful cock in me and make me cum." She pleaded. I turned around and knelt between her splayed legs. Her cunt gaped open, inviting my hard dick to enter within. "C'mon, Cool, don't make me wait, put it in my cunt, now." She whimpered as I touched her with the very tip of my tool. I slid it up and down her wet slit and let it slip just inside. "Oooohhhh my God, Please pit it in me!!!" She bawled. I eased myself in all the way in a slow steady stroke. All her breath came out in a long, heavy sigh. "You feel so fucking good. Fuck me."

I started my assault. An inch each way at first and then increasing in length until I glided in and out my full length. She climbed to the edge and I slowed down and let her slip back away from the top. "Make me cum, Cool, please let me get off." She gasped. I increased my speed again and slowed once more. "Oh please make me cum, I can't stand it any more, fuck me hard." She was begging for release now and I started slamming into her drenched cunt with magnum force. Again and again I plowed into her and she rocketed over the top with a great rush of breath and a flood of her woman cum gushing out over my heaving prick. I pumped her boiling caldron full of love potion and mixed it with my churning fuck stick. We stayed coupled for many minutes and I slowly withdrew from her depths. Liquid dripped from my softening cock and dripped onto her flat stomach. I sat back and witnessed great dollops of our mingled fluids oozing out of her and down between her ass cheeks and onto the sheets. I leaned forward and sucked a huge mouthful of cum out of her cunt and crawled up and kissed it into her waiting mouth. She savored my exchange and begged for another mouthful. I sucked her as dry as I could and again brought my lips to hers and shared my harvest with her. "You make me so fucking hot, Karen." She sucked my tongue into her mouth again and milked on it.

I got up and turned the water on to fill the Jacuzzi and brought her a towel to help with all the jizm we had spilled. "Sorry about the bed." She giggled, "I just can't help it. When I'm with you I seem to squirt so much more." "No problem, I'll get clean sheets in the morning." I told her. We eased into the warm water and let the motor pump the bubbles around us. We laughed and talked about her going away for school. I chided "You'll have a whole string of hound dogs sniffing on your trail in no time. I'll bet you won't even remember my name the next time you see me." She got a pained look on her face and said softly, "You're my best friend in the whole world. If we never made love again, you'd still be my best friend." I looked at her and told her, "Don't worry about that, we'll be doing this for a long time, regardless of who else is in picture. Speaking of pictures, I have got to show you all of the video stuff dad scored on, I have a complete TV studio to set up. I can make movies of us right here in the Jacuzzi, if you want." She asked excitedly, "Can you record us doing what we just did in there?" "In living color, with stereophonic sound." I replied.

"I want you to record us." She said. "Can you do it now?" She asked. "Sure, but it's better if we have somebody else run the camera. They can move all around us and get in close. Here, let me show you the tape I made of Louise, Jan, and me." We toweled off and I put the tape I had made in the player and turned it on. Karen watched intently as the tape played. I could see her holding her breath as I shot my cum all over Jan's face at the end. "That is so fucking hot. Home made pornography. Get the camera, Cool. I want to fuck for the camera." Her face was flushed and I could tell she was serious.

I got a tripod and mounted the camera on it. I aimed it at the bed and turned it on and watched as Karen lay on the bed fingering her cunt. I joined her and soon she had me in her mouth sucking for all she was worth. She made loud slurping sounds with her mouth and like Louise and Jan, she soon started to talk for the camera. "I want you to fuck me again, Cool. Stick your big love muscle in me." She took a couple more long strokes with her mouth and then she turned around and presented her pretty ass to the lens. "Shove your cock in my shit hole, lover. Fuck my hot ass." I needed no further encouragement. I kneeled behind her and swiped my hard cock through her wet pussy lips to lubricate it and sent it forward into her bowels.

Karen went off like a cannon shot. I felt her juices flooding my legs as she hunched herself back on my rampant cock. I lunged into her repeatedly until I felt my load start to travel up my cock. My first blast ripped it's self from the end of my cock up her ass. I pulled out of her and aimed the next shot straight at her open hole. The shooting stream of cum disappeared right through her open star. I missed with the next shot, it went to the side and the next shot was high. As my climax subsided, her haunches were splattered with glistening white ropes of sperm. My legs were flooded with her juices and the bed was soaked. The camera had captured the whole scene on tape.

Karen collapsed forward onto the bed. I leaned over her and coaxed one last long string of after cum from my cock and let it drool down on her already plastered ass cheeks. I held my cock in my hand and smeared my discharge all over her with my cock head. "That will be quite a show." I said, as I stepped off the bed to turn off the camera. I found another towel and brought a damp washcloth to Karen. I cleaned her backside of most of the cum and said, "Lets get back in the water and clean up. I'll find some clean sheets for the bed."

We basked in the hot water for a short time and I got out to change the bed. "I think I'll sleep at home." She declared coming from the bathroom drying off with a towel. "Thanks for the great evening, Cool. Can we watch the tape tomorrow?" I told her I was flying down to pick up dad with Dan's daughter but when I got home we could watch our movie. She kissed me hard on the lips and danced out the door turning just as she was about to leave and saying. "Ain't no college boy's ever gonna fuck me like you do, Virgil, nobody."

With that declaration, she departed for her own house and I collapsed into the bed. What a day!! I gave some thought to checking in on the action going on upstairs in the War Room, but dismissed the idea. I had an early departure with Dan's daughter tomorrow and I was bushed.

I was startled out of my dreams by the buzzing of my alarm clock. I mashed the sleep bar, but thought better of it and turned the damn thing off and got out of bed. I showered quickly and dressed. I climbed the steps to the kitchen and found Janice sitting with Helen having a cup of coffee. "Don't you people ever sleep?" I asked. They looked at me and laughed in unison. "Look who's talking, Mr. Casanova. We still heard shrieking from downstairs at one o'clock this morning." Helen declared. "My little girl can wail like a banshee when she hits her nut. Janice, don't you just love a howler?" "You know it, Honey. Makes you feel like you did a really good job when they holler at the top of their lungs when they pop off." Janice replied. I couldn't believe I was involved in this conversation so I calmly fetched myself a cup of coffee and excused myself to drive to the airfield at St. Augustine.

I pulled up in front of hanger number 36 just as Lisa Holiday opened the huge folding doors. She directed me to a suitable parking space and I joined her in the hanger near the sleek executive jet. I marveled at the sheer elegance of the aircraft and Lisa was most pleased with my praise of her pride and joy. A burley man on an airplane tow vehicle appeared out of nowhere and hooked on to the front wheels of the jet and quickly pulled it out onto the ramp. Lisa thanked him and we climbed into the plush private airliner. She gave me a brief tour of the passenger compartment and then led me to the cockpit, pointing to a seat on the right side. "Your side. Buckle in and if you like, you can use the headset there on the side of your seat. I already did the pre-flight so we can call the controller, and fly." She instructed as she took her seat and started flipping switches.




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I felt the jet engines start and I could feel the vibrations as the turbines gained speed. Lisa spoke into her mike and gave the air traffic controller her identification and received clearance to taxi out onto the runway. She increased the fuel to the jets and the plane moved smoothly along the taxiway and soon we turned onto the runway and she slid the twin throttles forward to maximum and the swift aircraft leapt smoothly ahead and into the morning sky without so much as a thump when the wheels left the tarmac. Lisa banked gently to the right and I looked out my side of the cockpit and watched, as things on the ground grew smaller very quickly. "Little fucker hauls ass, don't it?" Lisa spoke over the whine of the engines. "She'll cruise at about 525 but best fuel economy is around 465 to 475. Won't take quite an hour to make Miami Airport. The guys are meeting us there and then we'll head straight back." I was duly impressed with the fine airplane. It was obvious that Lisa was proud to be the captain of such a great ship. We climbed to 22,000 feet and she set the autopilot and removed her headset. "Now, tell me about yourself." She said.

"Not much to tell." I began. "I graduate next Thursday and after that who knows? I've got lots of time to decide what I want to do." "My dad tells me your dad just set you up almost for life out there on the dunes. Must be nice. My father is loaded too, but not like Virgil." She explained. I continued, "I had no idea about my dads holdings until he started with the retirement talk a few of weeks ago. I always had everything I wanted, but I tried to earn things too. I could live on what I can make playing music. Dad made my whole life easy with what he's doing now. I don't know how to thank him." She smiled at me and said, "Tell him you love him. I think he'd appreciate that." "Thanks, I'll try that. As I recall, I haven't said that nearly as much as I should have." I said.

I really hadn't paid much attention to Lisa's appearance before we took off. I did now and noticed she wore her dark blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her makeup seemed a little excessive, plucked eyebrows, bluish eye shadow, a bit too much eyeliner and mascara. Her lips were full and painted dark red, and very shiny. She had on very short, too tight cut-offs that pulled up into her crotch. She also had on a skin tight black t-shirt, that had a sequined Pegasus on the front with a banner over it's head that read 'Born To Fly', and no bra. Her nipples screamed for release. She was slightly overweight, and just a little on the trashy side. Put all this together and she made one hell of a jet pilot.

We were flying parallel to the eastern Florida coastline, and Lisa called out several points of interest as we rocketed south. She excused herself and went back to the head. When she returned, she had two cold Cokes. "Here, this will cool you off a little." She said. I thanked her and as she stood between the seats, she leaned across in front of me and pointed out the window and said, "If you look carefully, you can see Cape Canaveral down there." When I turned my head back, I had her tits right in my face. I glanced up into her grinning face and reached up and put both my hands on her melons and said, "Great tits, Honey, let's see 'em." With that, she set her Coke in the cup holder and pulled her shirt up to her chin. Being a good judge of distance I gauged them to be 36" around and about D in weight. I sucked first one nipple, then the other into my mouth and gave each a gentle nip with my teeth. "Better put them away," I told her, "we don't want to lose track of time and miss Miami altogether." She howled with laughter and made me promise to suck on her nipples more another time. I gave her my word and promised to suck on some other things while I was at it.

We chatted some more and soon we were into our descent into Miami Airport. We landed and taxied over to a private passenger terminal and dad and Dan walked out of the building as soon as we turned off the taxiway. Lisa dropped open the door and jumped out to open the luggage door. They each had only one bag and in no time we were back in the air on our way to St. Augustine.

I sat in back with dad and Dan rode up front with Lisa. I thanked dad profusely for the video gear. "I think I'll need some help with the initial install on the studio cameras and consoles. The portable stuff is pretty easy. In fact, I've already tried one of the portable rigs out and it works fantastic." Dad agreed with my assessment of hiring a technician and said he would make a few calls and see if he could locate someone to help. I thanked him and told him he was my 'Hero'. He gave me a huge belly laugh and told me he hoped I would put it to good use. "I love you dad." I said. He looked surprised and said, "First time anybodies said that to me in a long time, Son. Thank you." I stretched over and gave him a hug and felt closer to him than I ever had in my life.

We talked about the girls coming this week and how much help Janice is giving Louise and he smiled and said, "That little chickie is one sassy number. We used to have some real wild times years ago." I chuckled and said, "Not too much has changed, except she has a tattoo and body piercing all over. And yes, she is a real hottie. She's not the only one either. I've been having quite a time lately. By the way, we're planning a party on graduation night. All the ladies are invited, and they want to play in the War Room. As Lord and Master of the house I have given my blessing and called for "Proper Attire" to be worn at dinner. I know you're having trouble with your sex life, but you can still participate if you want." I told him hoping he wouldn't be upset. "As you wish, Sir. You are the king of the castle now and we must all obey." He answered. We both laughed and I was relieved to know he would be part of the festivities.

We landed and said our farewells to the Holiday's and Climbed into my old Ford and drove through St. Augustine and south on A-1-A. I shifted up through the gears and let the powerful Thunderbird mill holler through the dual exhausts. "Fine project here," Dad said, "sounds strong as the day we built her." I dropped back from fourth into second and tapped the foot feed to the floor. I accelerated up to about 3800 RPM, and power shifted onto third. The old car barked the tires and steadily clambered for more. I backed off and shifted back into fourth and said, "No sense collecting a ticket just to prove the point." Dad agreed and we rode the rest of the way home listening to the throb of the pipes.

I drove in through the front gate and deposited dad in front of the garage and drove around the side so I could park below the house. Dad mentioned that I should start to use the garage as soon as he left to help protect my car from the salt air. I promised I would do that. I heard much squealing and laughter from upstairs as I ascended the stairs to the kitchen. Dad and Janice were renewing their acquaintance as I walked into the room. Dad had two hands full of her butt as she showered the old man with kisses. Louise and I both rolled or eyes and she asked, "Should I throw some cold water on them or just leave them be?" I shrugged and went into the den to grab a cold beer from the bar. Louise followed me and filled me in on their progress to date with the housework. "The carpets are done, the windows are done, all the bathrooms are clean, we changed the linens on all the beds and I made sure that there are plenty of candles and clean towels in the War Room. I changed your sheets again today. That Blossom girl sure is a flooder, just like her mama." I agreed and asked how it went last night. "Helen was sopped in the panties by the time we got here. I wanted to come down and get the camera but then I didn't want to disturb you and Karen." She said. "I appreciate that, I got a great short tape of us that I'll show you later when we get a minute alone." I replied. "I think Karen's coming over to watch it today, but I haven't talked to her since we got home. She sizzled when I told her about the camcorder and jumped at the idea of being taped. I did her up the ass and laid my whole load on her backside for the camera. It's gotta be hot." I concluded.

Dad and Jan joined us for a beer and I could see that Jan's lipstick was smeared all over dad's face. "You two kiddies getting along okay?" I asked. "Oh yes." Was the reply from them both. Again, Louise and I rolled our eyes and giggled. "I've got to load my stuff for tonight." I said. "We are playing for 'The Seniors Last Dance' tonight at school. I guess they want us to start at eight so that means we should be there around six to set the whole show up. We have to use our own lights tonight and that takes longer to put together." "I'll fix you a sandwich before you go." Louise interjected. I thanked her and excused myself to get loaded.

As I put my guitar case in the car, Karen skipped over from her house and gave me a big hug and asked if we could watch the tape. We went inside and I switched on the player and started the tape. "Oh My God!" She breathed as our naked bodies appeared on the TV screen. "Look at how big your cock looks in the movie." Her eyes were as big as saucers as she witnessed our nasty display unfold. "I've never seen anything so beautiful." She barely whispered as my cock slid repeatedly in and out of her tight ass hole on the screen. She stopped breathing as I pulled out of her and emptied my cock on her upturned bottom. "I want mother to see this too." She said. She grabbed my cheeks in both hands, and kissed me. "Look, my pussy is gushing from just watching this little while." I reached between her legs and her panties and shorts were soaked from her secretions. "We'll have to get together with Helen and make a longer tape of the three of us. That will be even hotter." I said. "She'll love it." Karen told me. I told her that I was running late for the dance and had to grab a bite to eat and run. She stuck her bottom lip out in a pout. I kissed her and shooed her out the door and went upstairs.

Dad handed me a really great bright yellow flowered Hawaiian sport shirt to wear tonight. I thanked him and put it right on. Everyone approved of his purchase and I was stoked. "I've got to buy myself some clothes." I announced. "Wait until Dianne gets here." Louise said. "She can take you to some neat clothing places and find you some way out stuff. She's got the eye for it, you know." I agreed to that assessment and wolfed down to my sandwich. "See y'all later." I hollered as I headed out the door.

I met the guys at the school and we unloaded and started to set up the stage. I had brought my video camera and a tripod to tape the show with. Everyone was most interested in my new toy. Dennis had Gail and Chrissie in tow so I gave Gail a brief class on operating the camcorder and she was eager to be the head cameraman for the evening. She set about taking some practice footage while we were setting up. Both of the girls were dressed to kill and I mentioned to Denny just how lucky he was to have them to show off. Dennis, being kind of shy, blushed bright crimson when I asked him if he was taking good care of them. "Oh man, why you have to give me a hard time, Cool. You know I don't like to talk about that stuff." He bawled. I eased up to Gail, making sure he could hear me and asked her how he was treating them. "Long, hard, and frequently." She grinned and Dennis darkened two more shades. Chrissie broke up and laughed 'til her sides hurt.

We finished setting up and did the sound checks and I sequenced the lighting and we were ready with over an hour to spare. Several of the teachers, who would be chaperones, had arrived and Mrs. Kline came to me and demanded we play quietly or she would have us thrown out. Mr. Hanson, my woodshop instructor, informed her that would be a perfect way to start a riot. "This is the senior's parting shot, and these guys are good, I've heard them in St. Augustine. Be nice tonight, Justine." I had to do everything in my power to not crack up. This guy is good. I had enjoyed his class very much.

As they drifted off, I saw Marie Stone standing across the auditorium. She waved at me and smiled. I watched as she walked along the edge of the room on her way over, rather than coming directly across the room. I stepped down from the stage and met her at the corner of the room and asked, "How are you tonight, Ms. Stone?" "I'd be better if we weren't here, other than that I am very well." She said. She then lowered her voice and turned away from the room and said softly, "I have butterflies." "How did I know that?" I replied. "Can I help you out with that?" I asked. "I'd like that, but we had better wait 'til next week, I don't want a quickie. I want the whole show, next time." "We'll get together at the house and spend the whole day together. I gotta play now, I'll catch you on break." I kissed my fingertip and touched her lip with it. She smiled and pursed her lips to smooch my finger. I could feel the butterflies myself.

We started with some soft rock and instrumentals. The crowd increased until the room was packed. We played until 9:30 and took a fifteen-minute nature call. Gail told me she had some really good tape of the first set and wanted to walk around the room next set if it was all right with me. I agreed and she disappeared into the crowd. Marie walked up and congratulated us on the first set and praised the quality of the show. We got back up and started the second set with The Rolling Stones, and then some Beach Boys, Lynnard Skynnard, and Grateful Dead. The dance floor was full and everyone was having a wonderful time. I watched as a pint bottle was passed around and wondered when the trouble would start. It wasn't long before the empty bottle was discovered and I had to announce that there would be no alcohol tolerated at the dance. I was booed and then everyone went back to dancing. We took another short break at 10:50 and played right up to 12:00 midnight. We thanked everyone for a great year and played the last dance of the evening.

The auditorium cleared out very quickly and we were left to break down the stage and load up. Gail was ecstatic with herself over her video work. I told everybody we'd have a get together at the studio and have a viewing. Mr. Hanson brought us a check for three hundred dollars for the music and thanked us for a job well done. Even Mrs. Kline came by and said what a pleasure we had been to hear and watch. I felt mighty fine about the whole evening and I was sure we could count on more business from the school next year. We finished loading the gear and I walked back inside for a last check to see we hadn't forgotten anything.

As I walked back out to my car, I noticed Marie's Buick parked just out of the ring of light cast by the overhead parking lot lamps. I could see the red flame as she took a drag on her cigarette. I got in my car and pulled over to her car so my window came up next to hers. "You okay?" I asked. She looked through the darkness at me and I could see her face from the illumination of her dashboard. She dropped the butt out the window and reached her hand across and rested her arm with her hand hanging into the window of my car. I lifted her hand to my lips and took her index finger and sucked it all the way into my mouth. She closed her eyes and sighed. "We are going to get into a lot of trouble if we keep this up." She said. I looked over at her and said in return, "Then go home. There will be other days." I could see tears on her cheek and she whispered, "I don't have much of a home anymore. He's made it clear that he wants out of the marriage but refuses to start the proceedings. I don't have anything to fall back on, he's pissed everything away." I knew I'd hate myself for what I was about to say, but I said it anyway, "Don't worry, I do. You can come and stay at the Islands if you want. Three more days of school and then you have all summer to decide what you want to do. Dianne will help you too." "You're a good friend, Virgil. I hope you don't regret helping me." She said. "Go home and get some sleep, Marie. Call me tomorrow and we'll talk if you want." I waved and started my car and drove out of the lot.

The big Ford mill sounded good to me as I drove up the coast with the windows open. Air conditioning was the order of the daylight hours, in Florida, but at night it could be pleasant. I pulled off the road onto our north boundary road and into the driveway behind the houses. I noticed lights on down in the apartment I had given to Gerald and assumed he must have taken up residence. As I passed behind Blossoms house, I noticed Helen sitting in a lawn chair on her patio. I parked and opened my trunk and unloaded my guitar case and amplifier. After carrying them into the studio, I grabbed a cold beer and walked out onto the patio and sat down in a chair next to Helen. "Hi Hon, nice evening to be sitting out on the lawn." I said. She dragged on her smoke and smiled and replied, "It's absolutely lovely out here on this river. We are such lucky people." I had to agree. The stars were twinkling above us and the reflection of the moon in the Intra-coastal Waterway, as it swept past us on it's way out to sea, had to be the ninth wonder of the world. "It doesn't get any better than this." I said. She agreed and reached to take a sip from my beer. I offered to get her one and I jumped up and quickly returned with another.

"Karen tells me she's a movie star." Helen said. "We both were spectacular. Want to see it?" I asked. She nodded and we walked over to the studio and I retrieved the tape from the bedroom and put it into the player. Karen and I could again be seen on the TV screen and Helen sucked her breath in when she watched as I pounded my hard cock into her daughter's tight ass. "Jesus, that's so fucking unbelievable. Look at you two." She breathed as she sat forward to get closer to the screen. Her eyes were unblinking, as she witnessed my cum spraying all over Karen's behind. "You wouldn't show this to anyone else, would you?" She asked. "Only if Karen said it was all right." I answered. "Will you make a tape of Karen and me sometime?" She was getting excited now. "Sure, but let's wait until I get the studio set up and we can do it right. Louise or Janice can run the camera and I can be in the movie with both of you." I replied. "I really got excited watching the two of you." She explained. "I've never seen an X-rated movie before." Helen was worked up now. She had one hand pulled up between her legs and I could see her face was flushed. "Damn, the luck." She said. "Now what?" I asked. "Oh, I started my period this morning." She whined. "Really hate this time of the month." I couldn't think of anything intelligent to say so I just kept my mouth shut. I decided to change the subject so I asked her how last night went with Louise and Janice. "Oh, wow," She started, "That Janice will eat you 'til your dead. I almost passed out once and she had Louise screaming for mercy. I exploded on her face and was she ever surprised. I must be the first woman she's ever seen squirt." "Did she like it?" I asked. "She couldn't get enough. She sucked on me 'til it hurt. Louise used a big strap-on dildo on her and really did her good. She finally had to stop after she had cum so many times. I paddled Louise 'til she begged me to stop, all the while I was sloshing down my legs and Jan kept licking the flow from me." She related the events as if she were reliving each moment again. "Sounds like I should have been there with my camera." I said. "Oh my God, yes. I'd love to watch that scene over again." She was getting randy again. "I've just been so horny lately, I don't know what's come over me. Karen thinks it's because I've got the hots for you." She said. "Do you?" I asked. "I love your cock, and your tongue, and you fingers. I also love Karen's pussy, and Louise's, and Janice's. Sometimes I can't sleep and I have to masturbate before I can rest. I just don't know why, all of a sudden, I'm so damn driven." She wailed. "Too bad you've got your period, I'd help you sleep better tonight." I tried to console her.




In The Beginning Ch. 15



I opened another beer and handed one to her and sat on a barstool. I was tired from playing music and it was almost 2:00 AM. "So what's your story, these days?" She asked. I thought a minute and said, "Well, I'm getting more pussy than any man should be allowed to. And like you, I have no explanation as to why, all of a sudden it's happening. Louise and I are regular, I have you and Karen right next door, and Janice will play anytime I ask her to. I have another older woman that wants to divorce her husband and move in here and start a new life, which may cause a whole lot of trouble, before it's over. A couple of the girls from school have been real friendly and I can get a blowjob from almost any girl I meet at a music job. And my sisters both want to fuck me. It's a real interesting story. I just hope my doo-dad doesn't fall off from over use." Helen had to laugh at what I had said and she patted me on the arm and told me she didn't think I was being overused.   "We make a fine pair." I said. "You can't get enough, and I've got almost more then I can handle. Life's a bitch sometimes." Helen looked at me and asked how I felt about Karen. "Karen's been my best friend for a long time. It's only been the last couple of weeks that we've been lovers." I answered. "I don't think our friendship will change, regardless of who we decide to have affairs with, do you?" "No I don't think it will matter. I think she's looking forward to getting out on her own at school, and spreading her wings, or legs, a little." She said. I agreed and stated, "Karen is a very passionate girl, she's going to make a lot of men happy or maybe just one guy extremely happy, who knows?"

Helen stood and walked over to where I was sitting, by the bar, and brushed my hair back off my forehead. "You're quite a kid." She said. "If I was younger, or you were older, I'd be tempted to steal you away from all the others. I know you're not ready to give up your freedom, and I'm not either or I'd be looking real serious like." I slipped my hand inside her robe and cupped her soft breast. She closed her eyes and moaned low in her throat as I gently squeezed. Her hand found my zipper and she pulled it down. I helped her with my belt and stood so she could lower my pants and shorts down over my hips. I sat back on the stool and she pulled my pants off my feet. I skinned out of my shirt and sat naked. "Let's go to bed, Helen," I said. "Stay the night with me." I stood and pulled her into the bedroom and tugged the belt on her robe. She shrugged out of it and we lay down on the bed.

Helen curled up with her head on my shoulder and she gently ran her hand up and down my front, never touching me below the waist. I caressed her back and shoulders and reached down and cupped each of her butt cheeks in turn and she gave a deep sigh. Her delicate hand soon found my rigid member and she softly massaged me. Without a word, Helen moved down and started licking and nipping my hard cock. Her mouth closed over the tip briefly and she went back to teasing with her tongue. I laid still and let her spend as much time as she wanted giving me pleasure. She finally took me into her mouth and I could feel her lubricating me with her saliva. When I was totally coated, she climbed over me and squatted down holding my cock to her tight ass hole. "Take me up the ass, Cool. Fuck me like you did Karen last night. Only don't pull out, I want your love juice inside me." She said softly.

She lowered herself down 'til the head of my stiff prick slipped passed the rim of her scalding rectum. I stayed still and let her get comfortable with me inside. She rose up and then settled back down again and soon she was able to sit all the way down on my lap, with my cock impaling her. I moved slowly under her, just pushing rather than pumping against her bottom. She started raising higher and settling back down. We never established a rhythm. We just kept up random movements with my cock pressed completely inside. I reached up and cupped both of her tits and made small circular motions with my hands. Helen reached between her legs and found her clit with her fingers and brought herself to a series of quick, hard climaxes as I continued to invade her tight hole. I could feel her juices flooding between us as she had several hard contractions from her self-manipulations. "You feel good in my ass, Cool. How close are you?" She asked. "If we stay slow, I'll last a long time." I answered. "If I roll you over and take you from behind, I'll fill you in no time." She humped against me several times and said. "I want to feel you shoot your hot seed in my ass hole so take me from behind, now. Fuck me hard, Baby."

She lifted off and turned over on her hands and knees. I moved behind her and could see into her gaping, wet hole. I took my hard pole and slid straight into her and went immediately to the task at hand. Each time I slammed forward, my balls would flip between her legs and slap her directly on the clit. In no time, she started to cum and lunged backwards into each thrust I made into her now well-stretched sphincter. "Fuck my ass hard." She cried. "Shoot me full." I redoubled my efforts and lengthened my strokes to a full head to root movement. I felt the pressure of my impending explosion building in my balls and grabbed Helen by the hips and when the first eruption came, I pushed all the way into her ass and held myself there, only pushing deeper with each successive surge until there was nothing left. I stayed tightly planted inside until I felt her shudders subside and she sagged forward away from me. I eased forward on top of her back and remained inside until my softening cock, was pushed out by the tightening of her hole.   I woke up hours later. Helen was curled up in a ball against me, and snored softly. I could feel the dried cum on me, and the bed was soaked next to us. I crawled out of bed and took a brief shower. I carried a towel back to the bed and covered the wet spot in the bed and got back in on the other side. I thought of all that had happened in the past few days and decided that I was a very lucky person. I wondered how long it would go on. Sleep came again before I could think about it any longer. 



In The Beginning Ch. 16



Helen had evidently awoken before me and left. I got up and found a fresh pair of cutoffs and mounted the stairs for the kitchen. Passing the clock on the studio wall told me it was 11:15 in the morning and it appeared to be raining again. I heard voices from the kitchen and upon entering I found dad, Louise and Janice involved in a conversation regarding food. Smelling the coffee, I poured myself a mug and sat down to listen. It seems Janice had it in mind to prepare us a Spanish dinner this evening and she was explaining that she would need a few items from the market and she and Louise were about to embark on a gathering trip. I said, "Better get lots of food, we have a whole house full planned for the week ahead and it would save us running out to restock if we made a major haul today." Everyone agreed and dad instructed them to take the Suburban, as it would carry more than the trunk of the Lincoln.

Dad and I exchanged pleasantries and I asked if he would be interested in checking out the video equipment with me. He agreed and we carried our coffee mugs and headed for the rear cellar. As we walked through the house, I briefed him on my thoughts regarding setting up a sound stage in the front cellar. He was most interested and asked several questions about what I had planned. He sounded very enthused and that propelled me even farther into the project. We stepped through the doorway into the cellar, and he stood stock-still and whistled. "You have quite a job lined up for yourself here," he chuckled. "I see what you mean about hiring a technician to help you. I'll make a couple of calls tomorrow and see if I can find someone to give us a hand."

I showed him my progress with the unpacking and he agreed that we should have everything sorted out and labeled to aid with locating various parts as needed. I took him back into the front cellar area and explained my plan for a control booth and some ideas I had for stage lighting and sound. He advised me on the use of sound deadening wall coverings to prevent outside noises interfering with the sound track. We had learned that lesson in my recording studio and I agreed that we would have the same problem here. He instructed me to hire an electrician to bring separate power feeds from the main breaker panel into the studio to prevent overloads on existing circuits.

I took him back and demonstrated the portable camcorders and related how I had used them to record the women. He asked if he could watch the tapes and I told him we could but we should wait until the ladies got back from their shopping trip and we'd have a viewing together after supper. He allowed that was a good idea and we decided to spend the rest of the day unpacking more of the video crates. It was nice to spend time with the old man. He had worked so much before he sold his business that we hadn't had much time together. We made plans for me to come south later in the summer and go fishing.

We drank a few beers and had almost unpacked all the crates when the ringing of the phone called me away. It was Dennis. "I just talked to a kid from Jacksonville that plays keys. He heard us at The White Lion and he wants you and I to play a couple of gigs up in Jax weekend after next." He sounded excited, "He says it's at one of the big hotels downtown for some kind of a big radio station promotional dance. He called it 'Son Of Prom'. It's supposed to be for all the folks that didn't get to go to the prom when they were in school."

"Sounds like we can handle it. He doesn't want the rest of the group?" I asked.

"Nope, just us. He says there will be about ten musicians altogether, but he wants us to front the show because we play the kind of music they want. I'm jazzed as hell, he says they have horns, and vibes and keys, another rhythm player and they think you're the hot setup for lead guitar. What d'ya say, Virg?" he countered.

"How can I say no. We'll blow them away. Any chance we can get together with them for a jam before the gig?" I asked.

"Sure, they're working Brandy's Lounge in Neptune beach for the next two weeks and he says we can come and sit in if we want," he said.

"It will have to be the following week, I'm booked all next week with family and graduation," I said.

"You going to be home later?" he asked.

"Sure, what do you need?" I asked.

"I want to come by and talk to you about something, if it's all right," he said. I told him to come ahead on and we'd have a brew with dad and he said he'd be here soon.

Dennis pulled up just as we were sitting down on the patio. Dad went back in and brought Denny out a cold brewski, and we sat around a talked about music for a little while and dad excused himself to get a shower before dinner. Dennis asked, "Is anyone using the apartment over the mower shed?" I told him Gerald had just moved in and he asked if the smaller apartment over the boathouse was empty. I told him yes and he asked if he could rent it from us.

"Sure, Dennis, it's kind of run down, but I think you can spiff it up in no time. I'll pay for the materials if you want to do the work," I told him.

"I want to get out of my folks place, they're driving me nuts since I started going around with Chrissie and Gail. Dad thinks I'm some kind if a pervert because I'm dating two girls at the same time," he said.

"No problem, fix it up like you want, and we'll talk about rent later. Gerald is going to take care if the lawns and gardens and he's using the other apartment. Whatever you need, let me know and I'll have it delivered or you can pick it up and I'll pay you for it," I said.

We walked down to the boathouse and up the stairs to the little apartment overlooking the river. The view is the same as from Gerald's place, spectacular. I hit the air conditioner switch and it hummed into action and started to belch cool air immediately. "I'll get you a new mattress set for the bed and put some new stuff in the front room, the rest looks okay. Bug Louise for some dishes and pots and pans and you're in business. Just promise me you'll be careful who you bring around the grounds. I'm installing security cameras on the gates and grounds this summer so we can monitor who comes and goes. It's nice and private here and we'd like to keep it that way," I instructed him.

"You have my word on it," Dennis promised. And we shook hands. As we walked out on the front balcony, we saw Gerald standing on the dock reeling in a nice red bass. He turned and waved and held up the fish. "Fresh fish for dinner, it don't get no better'n this," he called up to us and we assured him of our jealousy.

As we walked back up to the house, I saw the Suburban backed up to the garage and told Denny I had to go help with the groceries and I'd see him in school tomorrow. I took the stairs two at a time and when I looked into the back of the car it was loaded to the roof with food. "Is there any left for anyone else?" I asked as I picked up two big sacks and went into the house. The counters were filling up fast as I helped carry in the remaining bags of groceries.

Dad laughed and said, "This is just like old times. These two used to empty the shelves like this years ago. I can't ever remember us going hungry, Mama Lou and her crew always keep us fed good." Louise and Janice busied themselves with the task at hand and dad and I wandered off into the den to grab a beer.

As I exited, I asked the girls if they wanted to view our movie with dad and they both agreed without hesitation. Louise remarked, "Maybe it will fire Virgil up."

Dad turned and called back into the kitchen, "Dress appropriately for dinner, then." I looked back at the two stunned women and Louise shot me a thumbs-up, and grinned from ear to ear.

"You feeling a little froggy?" I asked dad.

"Well, Son, life's an adventure," he said. "You just don't know what the next day might bring you. I raised a lot of hell with those two women, and I hear you're doing all right with them too. I figure, we give them a chance at getting me going and you might have a shot at a good movie at the same time." I snickered at that remark and went downstairs to get the camera and player and the tape I had made of the three of us.

On my way back through the kitchen Louise stopped me and asked if dad was all right. I assured her he was and told her I thought Janice might just be the hot ticket to get the old man rolling. "Have Janice find her French maids apron and wear it for dinner. You put on some leather or latex and lets see what kind of trouble we can get into," I said. I got smiles from them both and returned to the den with the video stuff. Dad was not in residence upon my return so I connected the video player to the TV in the den and went back to the kitchen to see what the girls were up to.

Janice was busy preparing her dinner and had stripped to her panties and sneakers. I eased up behind her and reached around her and cupped her titties in both hands. I whispered in her ear as I rubbed her nipples between my fingers and they hardened instantly, "You better be ready, Chiquita, I'm gonna do your little hinny for you tonight."

She turned in my arms and pulled my face down to hers and covered my mouth with hers, pushing her hot tongue deep inside. "Careful of what you ask for, Papita, you might just get it," she warned and returned to her cooking. I had a boner.

I escaped to the studio and showered. I found my silk lounging pajamas and slipped onto the cool, soft garment. I vowed to have Dianne help me to find some more exotic loungewear. I really enjoyed the feel of the slinky fabric on my skin. I was sitting in the studio, listening to some music, when Louise came down the stairs into the room. She had on a white latex corset, and white hose. She had white latex, spike heeled boots that reached just above the knee, and long gloves with just a loop around the middle finger. Her hair was piled on top of her head and she had applied heavy, iridescent light blue eye makeup and bright red lipstick. Her massive bosom was pushed high above the shallow bra cups, of the corset, exposing much of her areola and nipples. The shiny white latex contrasted dramatically with Louise's dark skin and gave her a strikingly sensual appearance. Her nails had been colored to match the eye shadow. "I wore my white fuck me clothes just for you, Cool. Do you like the outfit?" She oozed sex as she stalked across the room to where I was sitting.

"You look good enough to eat, Sugar," I answered. "Come closer so I can lick your hot cunt." She came to my chair and raised one booted foot up and placed it on the arm on the sofa. I slid forward and licked her wet lips with long, strong strokes.

Louise grabbed me by the head to keep from falling as her climax hit her quickly. "Hoo, boy, Cool, that was quick. You've got the touch with your tongue," She gasped. "You know right where to put it to get me going." I chuckled and she plopped down on the sofa next to me and took my hand in hers. "I hope we can get Virgil's motor running tonight. He's withdrawn from me completely for a long time. Janice seems to be getting him interested again. I sure want him to feel better about himself," she said.

"He's been really relaxed since he came back from down south. Maybe he just needed to get the business off his mind and he'll get it up again. Stress will fuck up everything about your life," I commented.

"We got no stress here. You take care of the stress just fine, My Sweet." She reached over and fondled my balls through my silk pants. "Janice is ready with her dinner. She sent me to fetch you and she's probably wondering where we are," she said as she stood and pulled me to my feet. As she stepped away, I popped her on her chubby butt and she squealed with delight as she jumped ahead of me, and said, "You'll pay for that."

We entered the dining room and Janice had just placed our dinner on the table. She was dressed in her French maids apron, frilly little hat, and spiked heels. She wore long sparkling earrings and a smile. Her pierced nipples were rock hard on her exposed tits. Dad was decked out in a leather loincloth, and strapped sandals. A single leather suspender went across his chest and over the shoulder. The lights had been dimmed and the room was exotic. We ate our delicious Spanish meal and all praises went to Janice on the wonderful food. Dad asked, "How does a Spanish girl wind up with the name Janice?"

"It is short for Juanisse," Jan replied. "My grandmothers name."

I asked, "That's such a pretty name. Why don't you use it?"

"I really do not know. My parents have always called me Janice so I just use that," she answered.

I was the first to finish my meal so I went into the den and brought the video camera and taped the three of them sitting at the table and dad tweaking each of their nipples as they sat on either side of him. Dad stood up and Janice lifted his loincloth to expose his flaccid cock, She took him into her mouth and sucked him deep inside. He groaned as she slid her hot tongue around him. Louise took his balls into her hand from behind and massaged them as Janice laved his swelling member. "Lets go into the other room," I said as I switched the camera off. Dad's cock hung in a state of semi erection and Louise made a circle with her thumb and index finger indicating they had made progress in getting him hard.

As we moved into the War Room, Louise said to me, "It's going to work, he was getting hard. I think it's the first time in a couple of years."

Dad went over and sat on one of the loungers as Louise and I set about lighting candles all around the room. Soon the room was ringed with more than a hundred flickering candles. Janice was busily sucking on the Master's cock. I gathered up the camera and set it on the tripod and moved behind Janice to lick her ass cheeks. She spread her legs to allow me as much access as possible to her tiny hole with my tongue. Louise stepped over the old man's head and planted her soggy pussy squarely on his mouth. He attacked her with a vengeance and soon she was bucking against his face in rapture. My tongue had slathered Jan's ass hole 'til it shone. I moved up behind her and slid my prick into her pussy and fucked her 'til I was soaked with her juices. I pulled out and placed my slippery cock against her rosebud and slid into her with almost no resistance. She gasped around dad's now very hard cock and I started a slow pumping action in and out of her ass. She turned her head and said, "Let me mount this stallion in front of me, and then you can come back into my ass. I want you both at once."

I withdrew and she quickly climbed up to straddle dad. She dropped her wet box down over dad's hardness and took him all the way to the bottom. "Now, Papita, fuck my hot ass hole with your big stick. Fill me up," she cried. I plunged back into her waiting sphincter and began to piston into her once more. I could feel dad's cock through the thin membrane that separated her holes. Each time I withdrew, I could feel him slide in. We continued double fucking her for many minutes. Louise had the camera going all the while and Janice was making loud howling noises through her mouth and nose. Dad was breathing like a steam engine. Janice had gone rigid several times and I knew she had reached orgasm each time.

Suddenly I felt a sharp whack on my raised ass and heard the crack of the leather paddle. I spun my head to see Louise standing there with the paddle raised to strike again. She wore a long, thin, black strap-on dildo around her waist. "Get your cock out of my bitches ass hole, or I'll give you another taste of the crop," she shrieked. Being sound of mind, I jumped out of Janice and let Louise assume the position I had just vacated. The camera was still on the tripod, and running.

As she screwed the dildo into Janice's backside, I stepped up behind her and reached around and grabbed two hands full of warm tit flesh. "Bury yourself in her if you wish, but you are mine when she's had enough of you," I commanded in her ear.

I heard her reply as I squeezed her melons, "Yes My King, as you command, I shall obey."

Louise soon lost interest in Jan's ass and turned to face me. She was kneeling directly in front of me still wearing the fake cock. "Remove the dildo. And take my scepter into your hot mouth." I watched as my entire length disappeared down her throat. She withdrew and took my length again. I was drawing ever closer to my crescendo. I told her we must wait until the others had reached their zenith before we continued. We watched as Janice untangled herself from dad and turned to kneel on the lounger in front of him. He moved behind her and plunged into her sloshing cunt hole and hammered her relentlessly until he could hold out no longer. With the bellow of an enraged bull, he emptied years of pent up frustration into the Spanish girls sucking cunt. Again and again he slammed into her, drawing long moans from within the orgasming woman.

Spent, the old man sank to the floor beside the lounger. Louise leapt under Janice's dripping pussy and sucked the flowing remains of their coupling into her mouth. Janice slumped forward and lay very still as Louise cleaned her swollen labia with her tongue. Satisfied with her work, Louise returned to kneel before me. "They have finished, My Lord. I have performed the cleansing and I am ready to do your bidding," she said.

"Take me into your splendid mouth again, My Queen, and wash the royal lance with your sweet lips." She took my length again and soon I had returned to full hardness. She licked and tongued all around my sack and ass hole, she left nothing untouched. I could feel the urgency of my eruption nearing and I told her softly, "As I complete my journey, My Black Goddess, you shall wear my gift as a rope of pearls around your proud neck, displaying it for all of those present to admire."

"As you wish, My King," she replied and started to stroke my cock with both hands. I felt the pressure as my end came nearer. I reached down and replaced her hands with mine and aimed my turgid prick at her neck. She held her head high as I shot thick ropes of milky white ejaculate onto her neck and up-thrust tits. I sprayed her repeatedly until I had covered her with copious threads of my hot seed. Exhausted, I sat down on the chair behind me. 

Louise stood and walked over to Dad. "As I have been commanded, please witness the gift my king has given me this night," she said.

"My Son has magnificent taste in jewels. He has given you a wondrous gift. Please, resent yourself to the Princess of Spain, so she might partake of your beauty and the great gift my son has given you," dad said.

Louise stepped over to Janice. "Your gift is to be envied, My Queen," Janice drooled. "May I seek the permission of our king to taste the sweetness you possess?"

Louise turned to me and asked, "The Princess from Spain wishes to taste the sweetness of your nectar, My Lord. May she suckle me and partake of your gift?"

"She may, My Black Beauty. Then we shall have refreshments in the den and reflect on the events of the day, and the awakening of my fathers desire." She stepped in front of Janice and I carried the camera to witness what she would do next. As Louise sat on the lounger, Janice knelt next to her and slowly began licking my sperm, which was now running down over Louise's tits, from her dark skin. Louise held her head back and closed her eyes and savored the warmth of the affection being cast upon her by the hot Spanish woman. The camera witnessed every flick her tongue made as she removed every trace of me from Louise. She then covered the black woman's mouth with hers, and they embraced each other passionately.

"Thank you, Louise," Janice whispered. "And thank you too, Cool, and Mr. Virgil. I love you all so much." Tears streamed down her cheeks and Louise cuddled her into her great bosom. 




In The Beginning Ch. 16



"I need a big bourbon after that, Son. Care for a Scotch?" dad asked.

"Sounds like a winner, Pop. Lead the way," I replied. He mixed our drinks and I inserted the tape I had just made into the player and we settled down to watch. The women disappeared into the bedrooms so dad and I enjoyed the movie without them. "How long since you got it up, Dad," I asked.

"Too long. I really don't know why. Doctor says the mind does strange things to you some times," he said. "I guess it takes a party to get me going."

"Well, get ready for a party Thursday night. The girls will be here, and I've got a couple of other ladies invited too. I might invite Denny too. He needs the exposure to older women. He has a couple of young girls he's been getting it on with, real hotties. I've had them both and trust me, they cook. But, an older woman will change your attitude," I said.

"Invite the hotties too. I like the young ones. They're all young ones when you get to be seventy-three," he quipped. I didn't know how they might react to the idea of wearing exotic lingerie to dinner and an orgy afterwards but I decided to ask Chrissie and Gail anyway.

Dad said he was bushed and excused himself. I gathered up the tape but left the player in the den. I decided to check on Louise before going downstairs. I strolled down the hall to her bedroom and found her door standing open but she was not in residence. I shrugged and walked back to the kitchen and found her sitting on the outside deck, looking at the river. "Pretty night," I commented as I took a seat next to her.

"Beautiful, just beautiful," she answered.

"Just like you, Sweetie," I said. She smiled and patted my arm. She had changed into a long, shimmering, blue peignoir. I was still in my silk lounging pajamas.

"I'm so happy for Virgil," she said. "He's a new man since he sold that damn construction headache. And he even got off with Janice. They always did have spark. He used to devil her, no end. I thought Grace was going to kill him once."

"Do you reckon that might be some of what was wrong with mom?" I asked her.

She pursed her lips a minute and then remarked, "Could be, but Grace had been a real slut for quite a while before Jan showed up. She was fucking around on him for several years by that time. I grieved for your dad, and gave him everything I had to offer, including Camille. I just couldn't seem to keep him satisfied like Grace, or Janice. I think he wants Jan to go to the house down south with him."

"He hasn't said a word to me about it but I think it would do them both a world of good if they had each other. Don't you?" I asked.

"I think it would be wonderful. I know I can't help him, she evidently can," she answered.

"Want a glass of Port to wet your whistle?" she asked as she rose to go to the kitchen. "Sure," I said. She returned with two champagne glasses filled with the dark red wine. "To my King," she toasted.

I raised my glass to hers and said, "To my Ebony Queen." We drank in silence for 

a while. "How would you feel if I asked a couple of more folks to the party Thursday night?" I asked.

"Who you got in mind?" she returned.

"Dennis, Gail, Chrissie, Helen, Karen, and Marie Stone," I answered.

"They cool with the sex part?" she asked.

"I'll ask about that," I told her.

"Sounds like fun. The more the merrier. Marie called earlier. Said she would call you back at 9:30 tonight. It's almost that now. What's up with her?" Louise asked.

"She needs friends. I think she also needs to get single. Her husband wants her to leave but he won't start the ball rolling. I think I'll put her together with Helen Blossom and see if she might have some advice for her. Who knows, they might even get cozy, wouldn't that be nice?" I said and we both chuckled.

Louise reached over and took my hand and said, "This has been a stupendous tonight. The pearl necklace was brilliant. Janice licked every shred of your jizz off me. Then we had a bath together. That's one hot Latin Honey."

I had to agree. "You still suck cock better than anyone else I've ever had," I told her. She squeezed my hand and I heard the phone ring in the house.

I picked up the receiver and heard the sweet southern drawl of Ms. Marie Stone, crooning on the other end, "Mr. Ellis, this is Ms. Stone, your instructor."

I wondered at the game and asked, "Yes Ms. Stone, What can I do to help you this evening?"

She giggled and said, "I can think of all kinds of kinky things you can help me with, but not just tonight. I wonder if we could meet for coffee after school tomorrow to discuss a business proposition I have for you?"

I couldn't imagine what she might have on her gorgeous mind, but I'd play if she wanted to. I answered, "I'd be delighted to, Ms. Stone. Where would you suggest as a suitable place to get together?"

"How about the Mill Top in St. Augustine, say fiveish?" she asked.

"Sounds good for me. I'll look forward to seeing you at school, and then after," I answered.

"Splendid, see you then. Kisses." And the line went dead. I had not a clue as to what she was up to, but I was sure she had something up her sleeve. Tomorrow would be another day. 



In The Beginning Ch. 17



This week could prove to be interesting, I thought to myself as I lay in bed after waking to the howl from my alarm clock. School was, for all intents and purposes, complete. I would pick up my wood shop project this morning and the rest of my classes would be devoted to saying goodbye to teachers and friends and signing yearbooks and the like. There would be no classes on Tuesday for seniors, and Wednesday was rehearsal for commencement. No school on Thursday. The graduation exercise would by at five on Thursday, and then the rest of my life. Scary thought.

I heard the door in the studio open and watched as Janice walked across the room toward my bedroom door with a cup of scalding coffee hooked on her finger. Her unbridled tits had a life of their own, under her loose robe, as they swayed to and fro with each step she took. "Hi Chiquita, how you this morning?" I asked as she entered the room.

"Your papa rode me like a mule almost all night. I give you odds, he sleeps 'til noon," she replied.

"Don't bet on it. He's an amazing man," I told her and sat up to accept the steaming cup of mud.

"I have something to ask, if you don't mind," she said. I looked at her and nodded. "Mr. Virgil has asked me to accompany him to the house in The Keys," she began. "I told him that I would have to ask you before I gave him an answer because I told you I would stay here and help Louise with the house."

She paused and I asked her, "Do you have an affection for him, or are you just going to be household help?"

She smiled and softly replied, "The Old Tiger is alive in him again. He says I gave him back his ability to care for a woman and he wants me to keep him company because we have been friends for so long. I care very much for Mr. Virgil. I will be more than a maid, much more." I knew we would get along just fine without her here, and dad has really had the hots for her for a long time.

I patted the bed next to me, and she sat down. I looked at her and her eyes were sparkling in the dim light of my room. "You don't have to ask permission from me," I said. "Follow your heart. If it tells you to go with the old buzzard, go and have a wonderful time. I'll miss you a bunch, though. I've gotten used to having your hot, sexy body around here. Especially when you're feeling horny."

She laughed and rested her hand on my morning hard on. "I'll always make room for you, Papita, I love your hard cock in my pussy too much. Besides, we have a whole week before we leave and your sisters are coming. There is lots of time for us to enjoy each other and whenever you come to visit, we'll make mad passionate love just like we do now," She stated her case and squeezed my throbbing cock with her warm fingers.

She dropped to her knees in front of me and took my hardness into her mouth. She moved up and down in long, purposeful strokes, following her lips with her fingers curled around me. My bladder was filled to capacity since I hadn't had a chance to relieve myself before she came downstairs. "I've gotta pee," I told her.

"Not until you fill my mouth with your hot cum. Then you can bathe my face and body with your hot piss. I will be your whore for all eternity," she demanded. I couldn't believe what I was hearing but she returned her attention to sucking my hardness as far down her throat as it would go. With the pressure in my bladder pushing against everything else inside of me, it only took a few minutes until I emptied my straining balls into her mouth. She slathered my semen all around my cock and pulled off and I watched as she tilted her head back and swallowed it down. Her face shown with perspiration and her eyes danced.

"Now," she said, "come with me." She stood and walked to the bathing area and removed her robe. She stepped into the bathtub and knelt in the center. "Step in here and give me my golden reward for being such a filthy bitch," she said. I stepped into the tub and stood facing the kneeling, Spanish woman. She licked the last drooling thread of cum from the tip of my cock, and coaxed me to piss on her. I felt my warm release begin and she turned her face directly into the flow. My yellow stream splattered across her face and down her neck onto her tits and below. She moaned aloud as she directed the hot liquid directly onto her hard nipples. I pissed a lot, but soon it slowed to a trickle and then stopped. She engulfed me with her mouth and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked the last drops from my deflated prick. I was weak.

"I am now truly your piss whore. You can have me whenever, and wherever, you wish," she declared. I sat down on the edge of the tub. I had drenched Janice in piss. Her hair was matted to her head. I wasn't sure if I liked what I had just done, but it would seem she had enjoyed it.

"Let's get a shower," I said and stepped out to turn the water on. She followed me into the shower and we soaped each other and after we had shampooed our hair we dried each other off. She pulled my face down to hers and kissed me full on the mouth.

"You're my favorite," she said, "no matter what." She smacked me on the butt and was gone before I could get her back. That would not go unrewarded I decided.

My coffee had cooled enough to drink and I finished the cup. I decided to wear a light silk shirt and linen pants since I would be meeting Marie Stone in St. Augustine after school. I found Louise busy in the kitchen and after exchanging pleasantries, I told her about my conversation with Janice. She seemed pleased with the direction things were heading and I also related my encounter with the Latin girl in the bathtub. "She's a real pistol," Louise remarked. "You never know what she's coming up with next. I used to get into water sports years ago, been a while though. Might be you and I should look into that sometime."

She looked at me and I could see the heat in her eyes. "Later, My Sexy, Black, Creature, I have got to get my butt to school. See ya tonight," I cautioned and backed out the door as quickly as my little feet would carry me. Things seemed to be just as crazy today as they were yesterday, I thought as I drove to Flagler Beach. I sure hoped they wouldn't change any time soon.

I loaded my woodshop project into the trunk of my car. I was confident Louise would enjoy the jewelry chest. I got an A on the piece and was very proud of the way it had turned out. 2nd and 3rd periods were spent saying our farewells to our teachers and friends and I spent the lunch break in the office talking to my guidance counselor about possible electronics schools and got a good referral to one in Daytona. I still had not set a definite coarse to follow, but I was exploring many avenues. 4th period History was one of my favorite classes and Mr. Schultz was one of my favorite teachers. I would miss him and we exchanged home phone numbers and promised to keep in touch. He had given me some real good advice on a couple of personal questions over the last year and I was thankful for his acquaintance.

Last period found me sitting in Ms. Stone's domain and I wondered what kind of game she had started us to playing with her phone call last night. She was her usual gorgeous self and exuded an aura of unabashed sexual tension. She wore a bright red skirt and jacket, buttoned in the front, over an obviously very sheer cobalt blue blouse. Her seamed stockings and shoes were of the same shade of red, as were her nails and lips. She wore a large golden butterfly broach, with little blue jewels on the tips of the antennae. Her earrings were long, gold, and had blue stones set in the pendants, which dangled just above her collar. She chatted with each of us and wished us all the very best in the future. She walked up and down the rows of desks as we talked and each time she passed by my chair, she would tap on the desktop, once, with a bright red fingernail. She was in total control of her lair and every eye in the room was on her every second. I knew that in a couple of hours I would have her by herself in a restaurant, but I was jealous of every other male in the room for looking at this brazen woman.

The bell rang and everyone filed from the room. I lingered and was the last student remaining. Ms. Stone watched as I closed the distance separating us. She stood, leaning against the front of her desk with her arms folded across her chest. "You look radiant," I remarked as I sat in the seat directly in front of where she stood.

"You always seem to know what to say," she said. "Will you be joining me at The Mill Top?" she asked.

"No power on earth could keep me away," I answered.

"Would 4:00 be too early?" she asked.

"I have no plans, I could meet you earlier if you like," I responded.

"All right. Let me take care of a couple of things in the office and I'll see you there," she said.

"If you like, you could leave your car at the Islands, and we could ride together. It's such a pretty day," I mentioned hoping I would have her to myself even longer.

"I'd like that. I'll see you soon," she said and I stood and walked out of the school to my car. My dick was hard again.

I pulled up in front of the house and announced my plans to Louise and noted that dad and Janice were nowhere to be found. "They're off to Daytona on a shopping mission. I'm here enjoying the quiet. What's your story?" she asked.

"I'm having dinner with Marie Stone in St Augustine. She's going to leave her car here and we're riding together," I stated.

"Watch your back, she's married," Louise cautioned.

"Yes, dear," I chided her and the gate buzzer rang indicating my guest had arrived.

I pushed the gate release and walked out the front door as Marie pulled her silver Buick up in front of the house. I opened her door and got a long slow flash of red nylon covered thigh as she crawled out of the car. "Thanks, Virgil." She cooed. Marie had released her hair and it flowed down around her neck and shoulders. Her makeup had been redone and was slightly more dramatic than it had been at school. I held the door of my old Ford open and she hiked her skirt high up on her hips, exposing her stocking tops and garters. She turned and sat on the seat and lifted her legs in. I noticed as I closed the door that she didn't pull the skirt down. I went around and got in on the other side and she had unbuttoned her jacket and was pulling her arms out of the sleeves. Her blouse, as I suspected was nearly transparent and I could see she had no bra on and her breasts and nipples were clearly visible.

I started the engine and pulled out onto A-1-A, and headed north. Marie had turned in her seat and sat with her back to the door. She asked if she could smoke and I nodded as she fumbled for a cigarette and her lighter. I watched out of the corner of my eye as she lit up and exhaled.

"Well then, now that I'm not one of your students anymore, I guess I won't have to call you Ms. Stone," I said.

"No, Virgil, you won't. And, I won't be Mrs. Stone much longer either. I'm divorcing that bastard as soon as the lawyer can get the papers served and then I'll be free to do as I please. With whomever I please to do it with," she remarked.

"That is good news. I know how unhappy you've been with him. Are you leaving, or is he?" I asked.

"I'm leaving. All I want from him is what is mine and he can have the rest," she said. 

"Sounds like you have a plan in mind," I said.

She smiled and said softly, "I sure do and I hope you'll help me to make a dream come true."

My curiosity had been piqued earlier, but now it was in high gear. "Care to share?" I asked.

"Very soon, my young friend, be patient and I'll explain it all to you in detail. First, lets go to the Mill Top and find us a nice booth and a glass of wine and I'll tell you all about it," she said.

I parked in the city parking lot on Cordoba Street, and we walked the two blocks to the quaint old bar, which was situated in an old gristmill building in St. Augustine's historic downtown section. We found a booth back in a corner away from the bar and the hearing of outsiders. Marie had slipped her jacket over her shoulders when we left the car, but removed it again as we were seated in the bar. I sat across from her, at the small table in the booth. I heard her shoe drop as she shifted in her seat and soon felt her nylon covered toes rubbing my lower leg.

The barmaid approached and Marie ordered us each a glass of red wine. After she had returned with the drinks, Marie searched for her cigarettes and her lighter.

"Now, then," she began, "here's the story. As you know, I've been teaching English and creative writing for nineteen years. I have also been married to a man who only thinks of himself and I have had to do everything for myself. If I hadn't have been teaching, I would have been at his mercy. Fortunately, I make enough so that I can dress and look the way I wish, much to his dismay. Well, I'm tired of him, and I'm tired of being smothered by the school district."

She pulled out a cigarette, and handed me her lighter. She leaned forward so I could light her smoke and she continued as the smoke escaped from her lips, "I've managed to save a little bit of what I earned and I'm going to start a new life and a new career. I have written the lyrics to more than eighty songs. I think that some of them are good, but I need someone's opinion who could put the lyrics to music."

Bingo!! Here's what I was waiting to hear. "And that's where I come in, right?" I asked.

"Smart man," she said, "you have the talent for music like no one I've ever heard. I have lyrics, and we have all the time in the world. You have a fantastic studio. I have a professional keyboard and synthesizer, with all the goodies. We could collaborate on the songs, record them and see if we could sell them to a headliner through an agency."

Her excitement was ringing in her voice and I have to admit, I was interested. "I'd like to have a look at some of your stuff," I said, "and we might just have us a new adventure to embark upon."

She held her glass up for a toast and we clinked and sipped the red wine. "Where will you stay after the divorce papers have been served?" I asked her.

"I'll have to find a place to rent. I can't afford much, but I'll find a small place for now," she said. "I can probably make it a year without income, if I watch myself. Maybe I can find something part time to help. My car is clear, and I have no other bills."

I figured I was about to run my mouth before I let my head get a grip on my lips, but I said, "There's always Dianne's old apartment, sitting empty. You could stay there until you found something more suitable."

Her eyes opened perceptibly and she said, "It might be hard to keep things on a professional basis if I was living in the same house with you."

"If we are around each other more than a few minutes any time, it will be hard to keep our relationship on a professional level." I uttered. "Besides, if we have to be purely professional, we might as well call the deal off right now,"

"I was hoping you'd feel that way. I've been missing the feel of a man too much lately. And you make me so fucking hot, I can't stand it," she whispered.

"Well," I said, "we'll have to do something about that real soon."

She looked around the bar and said, "Give me a minute and then follow me to the ladies room. I don't think I can wait too much longer."

With that, she stood and strutted across the floor for the women's room in the rear of the bar. The place was very old and not the cleanest place I've ever been in. The floor was dirty and things were in general disrepair. The women's room was no different than the rest of the place. It smelled of urine and needed a major cleaning. You could feel the sandy grit under your shoes as you walked on the tile. Marie Stone was way above this kind of place but I guessed she must have been slumming today. Dianne had told me she was a real wild chick years ago and I surmised she hadn't changed too much since.

I closed the door and dropped the metal hook through the loop that served to lock the door, and stepped over to the second stall. Marie was sitting on the toilet with her skirt pulled up to her waist. I moved into the stall and she reached for my zipper and pulled it down. She reached her finely manicured hand in through my open fly and withdrew my straining manhood. A large drop of pre-cum glistened on the tip and she flicked it off with her thumb. She pulled me closer and opened her lips and pulled me into her wet mouth. I felt her gently sucking over and over as her tongue lashed against my hardness. She let me pop out of her mouth and she looked up into my eyes and said, "Here, sit down on the stool. I want to feel that hot cock in me."

I moved so she could stand up. I unbuckled my belt and let my pants fall around my ankles. I wasn't wearing underwear so I simply turned around and sat on the toilet. Marie backed into the booth and straddled my legs, spreading her dripping pussy wide open and sat carefully down on my upraised prick.

"Ooooohhhh, yesssss!!" she hissed as she settled down on my shaft. "That's what I need, a hard cock." She started to move up and down and I could fell her getting wetter and looser with each undulation.

"That's it, Baby," I whispered in her ear, "let me feel your cunt all over me. Sit all the way down and let me do some of the work."

She sank all the way down on to my up thrust member and I felt her cervix resting firmly against my cock head. I began flexing my cock inside her and she soon started to grind down harder onto me. She was swept into her first orgasm without any other movement. "Oh God Damn," she uttered, "you've got your cock right where it's supposed to be. I have never felt it like this before."

I continued to flex inside of her and started to hump up even further into her. She had another hard orgasm and slumped forward and put her hands on either side of the stall door. Her breathing was labored and she was moving in small circles on my lap. "Mmmmmmmmm.....Mmmmmmm, I'm going to cum again," she groaned, "RIGHT NOW!"

Another orgasm hit her and she crushed herself down onto my rigid pole. Just as she reached her peak, she squeezed her pussy around my cock with incredible pressure. I erupted repeatedly into her clenching hole, hurling great globs of sperm deep into her womb. We stayed mashed together for many seconds until both of our spasms had subsided.

"Jesus, Marie, let's not let this thing get too professional. I want to be able to experience this with you a lot," I gasped.

"Okay, Virgil, you're right. This is just too good to pass up," she hissed. "I gotta stand up, I feel like I've been riding a bull."

She stood and let her skirt fall around her thighs. She reached for a handful of tissue and lifted the front up again and wiped my leaking cum from her pussy and legs. I watched as she dropped the soggy paper into the trash and retrieved her lipstick to repair the damage caused when she had been sucking my prick. I wiped myself with some tissue and dropped it into the bowl. I pulled my pants up and when I stepped out of the stall, Marie had already exited the bathroom. I turned around to flush the toilet and saw her red panties on the floor. As I stooped to pick them up, the door opened and a stocky blond woman walked into the room. I must have startled her because her eyes widened and she squeaked when she saw me and I just grinned and held up the sheer red thong. "I don't want to forget these," I said to her, "she might catch a chill without them."

"Did you just do what I think you did?" The blond girl asked.

"What do you think we did?" I asked back.

"You just had sex with that woman, didn't you?" she questioned.

"As a matter of fact I did." I said

"That never happens to me," she explained, "men think I'm too fat."




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I smiled at her and said, "Give me your phone number, and I'll meet you here some day."

She pulled a pen from her purse and wrote her number on a piece of tissue and gave it to me. "You wouldn't kid about that, would you?"

"No way, Honey, I never kid about sex." I told her and left her standing with her mouth hanging open.

I returned to our table and Marie had ordered us another glass of wine. She had a fresh cigarette going and seemed to be in a very relaxed state of mind.

"You just don't know how much I needed that," she said.

"I can guess," I replied. I held the red panties up, and she smiled at me.

"Oops," she giggled, "guess I forgot those."

"Did you see the blond go in behind you?" I asked.

"Oh, shit," she said, "did she catch you still in there?"

"Yes, and she asked me if we had just had sex. I told her we had, and she gave me her phone number. I told her I'd call her and meet her here sometime." I laughed.

"You never miss a stroke, do you?" she remarked.

"Do me a favor. That's the girl over there at the end of the bar," I pointed the short blond girl out to Marie. "Go over and invite her to join us for a drink."

"You're terrible. You'll embarrass her to death," she complained.

"Just do it, she's by herself and probably would like to talk to somebody," I urged.

Marie stood and walked over to the bar and spoke with the blond. After about five minutes they returned to the table and Marie introduced the blond girl to me.

"Cool, this is Debbie. I think you may have already met earlier," Marie said as she took a seat across from me and pointed for Debbie to sit next to me.

"Hi, Debbie, so nice to meet you." I took her hand as she seated herself next to me.

"Uh, yeah, nice to meet you too, again," she said.

"So," I asked, "you from around here?"

"I live up in Atlantic Beach," she started, "I'm just hanging out today and decided to drive down for a drink and walk around 'The Old City', you know."

"I'm sorry if I startled you in the ladies room before." I said.

"Oh, hell, I run into more guys in the women's room than you can imagine." She rolled her eyes.

Marie chimed in, "My fault, Debbie, I was feeling a little tense and I needed my friend here to help me with that. He's a great little tension reliever, if you know what I mean."

Marie was getting in to the spirit of things now and I could see her eyes dance. "Put your hand in his lap and see what I'm talking about."

I felt the girl move her hand slowly over to my leg under the table. She looked at me and whispered, "Are you sure?"

I nodded and she moved her hand higher up my leg and touched the semi-hard lump in my pants. She rested her hand there without moving it and asked Marie, "What did you do in the bathroom?"

Marie looked her square in the eye and told her, "He fucked me senseless, Sugar, absolutely senseless."

"Oh my God," she said, "I can't believe you really did that in there. What if somebody caught you?"

"You did!" I said, "And now look at us. You're sitting here with your hand in my lap. Fun ain't it?"

"I just can't believe this is happening to me," she breathed, "things like this never happen to me. I'm so excited I can't stand it."

"What do you want to happen next?" Marie asked.

"Oh, God, I don't know," she said. "You're so big."

My cock had grown to full size now and she kneaded it with her hand. I reached under the table and pulled her hand off long enough to unzip my fly and pull my rigid cock out. I replaced her tiny hand to my now naked pole and she sucked in her breath when she felt its nakedness.

"I'll bet your pussy is soaking wet," Marie said, "and I'll also bet you'd like to have that big cock stuffed in it. Wouldn't you?"

"Oh, yessss, I would," she hissed. "Can we go in the bathroom and do it? Please." I looked at Marie and said, "You two kiddies go ahead, I'll tuck things back inside and join you in a couple of seconds."

They stood up and headed for the nasty women's toilet. I pushed my erection back into my pants and tried to make it as unnoticeable as possible. The bar had emptied out and only the aging barmaid sat on a stool behind the bar reading a magazine. I walked past the bar and she pointed a skinny finger at my pants and asked, "For the blond?"

I nodded my head and she said, "Lucky girl."

"Watch the door for me, will ya?" I asked.

She looked around and shrugged, "I've seen the fucking door a thousand times, but I'll try to keep the crowd away."

I pushed the door open and dropped the hook into the little circle for the second time in an hour.

Debbie was sitting up on the sink with her legs spread wide open and Marie had her face buried deep in her blond cunt slurping away. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock and tapped Marie on the shoulder with it. "My turn," I said.

Marie stood up and I stepped between the blond woman's widespread thighs. I simply stepped forward and buried my pole in her puffy pussy. She reached around my neck with her arms and pulled me tightly up against her big soft titties. I hammered into her with hard rapid strokes and she moaned aloud each time I hit bottom. Marie was behind me and I could feel her hand on my balls as I slammed into Debbie. It took longer than I thought to bring the girl to orgasm. But when she got there, she blasted off like a rocket leaving the 'Cape'. I followed right behind her and together we must have made enough noise to be heard out on the street.

Soon it was over and I plopped out of her wet cunt. Marie took me immediately into her hot mouth and bathed my softening cock. Debbie still sat on the sink and Marie wasted no time in sucking my secretions from her slobbering hole.

"I don't believe this," Debbie gasped. "I've never done this before, with anyone. Not even my husband."

"As I said before, fun ain't it?" I said as I zipped my pants back up.

I felt the women's room and the barmaid had two glasses of wine and a beer set up on the bar. "Here, this is on me," she said. "That's the most action we've had around here in years. Don't suppose you'd care to take me in there?"

"I'd love to, but I don't think I'm gonna be much good for the rest of the night. I'll keep you in mind though." I told her. "You do that," she said and smiled as the other two women came out of the bathroom.

Marie followed Debbie up to the bar and grinned at the barmaid. "Busy afternoon, huh?"

"Y'all have made my day," the old gal said as she pushed the wineglass toward Marie. "We mostly get tourists around here and not famous guitar pickers."

I heard the remark and stared at the woman. "I wait tables at The White Lion on weekends, I saw you over there," she said.

"I'm not famous. I might be a little crazy, but not famous," I said.

"After this afternoon, you'll always be famous when you come in here," she remarked.

"I'll see you around," Debbie said as she finished her beer, "I gotta get back." With that she turned and walked out the door.

Marie stepped closer to me and held up a pair of blue lace panties on her finger. "Word on the street is, you collect these in bars," she smirked as she extended her arm out to me.

I took the panties off her finger and dug her red ones out of my pocket and held them up together. "Never know what you might come across in bars," I said.

We all laughed and I watched as the old barmaid reached up under her skirt and skinned her panties down over legs and stepped out of them. "Here," she giggled as she handed me a pair of crotch-less black bikinis, "three's a charm, Honey."

I accepted the gift, we finished our drinks, Marie retrieved her jacket from the booth, and we walked back to the car. I asked Marie if I could buy her dinner at The Creek Side. She agreed and I drove over to US 1, and turned south.

It was still early and a beautiful day so we decided to sit outside on the deck overlooking the water at the restaurant. The bugs hadn't kicked into high gear, as yet, and it was quite pleasant. We had the place to ourselves.

"That was quite a scene, back at The Mill Top," Marie mentioned, as she fired up a cigarette.

"Sordid, I think would cover it, quite nicely," I added.

"I think we should be a little more careful in the future, we don't want to get arrested for lewd and lascivious behavior," she warned.

"You're right, 'Busted In A Public Place For Fucking A Stranger' wouldn't look real spiffy on your resume. But you have to admit it's fun, ain't it?" I asked. Marie rested her elbows on the table, placed her forehead in her hands and shook her head. Our laughter could be heard in the kitchen, I was sure.

Our waiter came up and took our order for dinner and we sat enjoying the view of the wetlands that surrounded the rustic restaurant. 

"I'm really anxious to see what you have for lyrics. I've got tons of little ideas for music and I'm hoping we can plug some of the words in with what I already have on tape," I told her.

"I'll bring you what I have when I see you on Thursday night. You can tell me what you think. I want to bring my keyboards over to the studio so I can show you what I've come up with for a couple of them." Her excitement was showing again and I was eager to see just what she had written.

Dinner arrived and we delved into it with reckless abandon. I was starving and the huge flounder filet was excellent. We ate in relative silence and after we had finished we headed back to the Islands. I pulled in behind the house and we climbed the stairs to the garage side of the house where Marie had parked her car. Dad and Janice had not returned as yet and Louise's car sat in the garage. I walked Marie to her car and we exchanged a big wet kiss, and she drove out the drive.

I went through the garage and found Louise in the kitchen. "Hi, Lou," I said, how's things?"

"Right as rain, Cool, you?" she replied.

"No worries here. I'm excited about seeing the girls. Hope everybody has a safe trip," I said.

The phone rang and Louise picked it up and grinned from ear to ear when she heard Camille's voice on the line. "Izzat you, Cammy?" she bellowed.

I could only hear one end of the conversation but it sounded as if Dianne had arrived in Atlanta and the girls were safely back at Camille's new house. They jabbered back and forth for several minutes and I heard Louise mention dad's newfound sexual vitality and then I heard her say, "Oh, Honey, you'll have to find out about that for yourself."

Louise signed off with her daughter and extended the receiver in my direction. "Here, Camille has a question for you."

"Hi, Brown Sugar. How's my sissy getting along?" I crooned into the phone.

"Hey, White Bread, I'm hot and horny, just like the blond bimbo here. We want to know if you think you can handle two sex crazed bitches at the same time, Wednesday night?" she questioned. "There only going to be the two of you? Or can we invite a couple of friends to help you out?" I answered and forced myself not to laugh.

I heard Dianne on the extension phone say, "I don't think there'll be any need for any extras, I'm sure Camille and I can keep you occupied for the night."

We all laughed and I told the girls about the planned party for Thursday after the graduation program. They both seemed excited at the prospect of a full flung orgy. I had never thought about it as an orgy, but I guess the assessment was correct.

"Sounds like dad is dragging Janice off to Key Biscayne with him," I said. "Louise and I are pleased about that. She's got his juices boiling again and he's riding her hard."

"She's just what the doctor ordered," Camille interjected. "If he croaks from too much screwing, he'll die the happiest man in the world."

Again, we all had a laugh and I wished them a safe drive, on Wednesday, and handed the phone back to Louise. She wished them well also and hung the phone back on the hook.

"You better rest your young ass up for the next couple of days, Smart Guy," she said, "them two females gonna make you sweat. I swear."

I rolled my eyes at her and headed down the stairs to the studio. I flipped on the sound deck and rolled a tape of the band. I grabbed a beer from the fridge, and stripped out of my clothes. I filled the tub with hot water, switched on the Jacuzzi motor, and slid into the tepid, roiling water.

As I soaked, I sipped on the cold brew and analyzed the members of my family, and my closest friends. My conclusion is this: Everyone in my immediate family, my neighbors, the guys in my band, my teacher, and I myself, are all sexually perverted people. I also came to the conclusion that I was the luckiest person on the planet.

I can hardly wait 'til Wednesday night.



In The Beginning Ch. 18



The drone of the mower rumbling past my window shook me from my slumber. I lay there and waited for it to pass again, it did and then again. Gerald was taking advantage of our day off school to work on the lawns. Things were in fine shape around the entire estate and I yearned for a favorable reaction from Dianne and Camille upon their arrival tomorrow.

Classes had been completed and except for rehearsal, and picking up caps and gowns, I had successfully executed high school. I looked forward, with great anticipation, to what lay ahead of me, and the rest of my family. I had made few concrete plans for the long term, but for the immediate, I was sculpting a couple that included forming or finding a new band. And also, constructing a video sound stage in the cellar of the house.

Today, I planned to talk with dad about finding someone to assist with the assembly of the control panels and the wiring of the cellar to handle the increased electrical load.

My thoughts were also returning to the proposal from Marie Stone regarding the lyrics she had been writing. I could come up with all kinds of different tunes but I always had a hard time finding prose to go with the notes. Marie's prowess as a writer might be exactly what I needed. Not to mention, her fantastic sexual depravity.

I slid out of the bed and into the shower. After toweling off, I walked back into the bedroom with the towel over my head, drying my hair, and collided with two huge, black nippled tits connected to Louise. "Easy does it, Big Guy," she warned, "we don't want to wear any of this hot coffee."

"Sorry, Lou," I apologized for nearly spilling the coffee, "I didn't hear you come in."

She put the cup down on the dresser and pulled the towel from my hand and rubbed it vigorously over my head. "Geez, Louise," I bawled, "I can do that myself, you know."

"Hush, Chile," she soothed, "or I'll be forced to put you over my knee and teach you some manners."

After she had done her thing with the towel, I found the cup and carefully helped myself to some hot coffee.

"Janice spent the night in your daddies bed last night. He's acting like a teen-ager," Louise said. "I'm so happy for them, I could just bust."

"I hope she doesn't ruin it by getting it on with me," I said. "Do you think he knows that she's was down here yesterday morning?"

Louise nodded her head and said, "I heard her tell him all about it right after she was down here. He called her a Spanish Harlot and told her to go ahead and get all the peter she could get; he intended to do exactly the same thing. I haven't seen him like this in years. The girls are in for a real treat this weekend. Having the both of you to amuse them is going to be hot stuff."

I asked her if dad was up yet and she told me he'd been up since daylight, same as always. I excused myself to the bathroom to do my teeth and comb what was left of my hair. I found an old pair of jeans and headed up the stairs for the kitchen. 

Dad was on the kitchen deck with his coffee and The Florida Times Union. I joined him and asked if he had any luck with the electronics guy.

"As things would turn out," he said, "I spoke with a feller I know. He's the electric shop teacher from St. Augustine Senior High, and he's looking for a summer job. I queried him about the video angle, and it turns out he was in TV up in New York before he came to Florida. He sounds like he knows his stuff."

"When can he come by and take a look see?" I asked.

"He's anxious as you are. He says he'll see us before ten this morning. I know this guy, he's a right nice kid," he said.

"Cool, I'm all in a lather to start this project. Just like when we bought the old ford, out there, remember. You drove it home and we spent all afternoon and almost 'till midnight cleaning it up. Then we tore it all apart, down to the nuts and bolts, and spent a whole year building it back together," I jabbered.

"We did good on the car, and your sound studio too. You cost me a young fortune on that too, but not like the video equipment. I put almost six hundred large in that stuff," he said, I'm as interested as you are to see it working."

I was astounded at his declaration regarding the price tag on the video gear. Most of the people I know won't make that much money in their entire lifetime and he just spent it buying some used video equipment because I wanted a camcorder for a gift. He's a rare person indeed.

Then he drops the other shoe when he says, "That little Spanish Honey's a real piece of work, isn't she? She tells me you two really light up the sky, together."

"Uh, yeah, what can I say?" I stammered, "She's a hottie, for sure. She tells me your taking her away from us when you go south."

"Seems like the thing to do," he said. "I need somebody to take care of me and we get along. Not to mention, she gets my dick hard again and I was really missing that. She tells me she wants you to come give her a ride whenever you can."

"You don't have a problem with that, do you?" I asked.

"None at all, she's more than one man can keep under control and I'm sure as hell going take another woman if she presents herself to me. So what can I say?" he concluded as the gate buzzer rang and he jumped up to see who it was.

We walked out the front door and waited as a yellow Corvette pulled into the drive circle and parked. A short, sandy haired, very muscular man crawled out. "Hi, Roger Syvertson," the man said, nice to see you again, Virgil." He stick out his paw and dad grabbed it and shook it vigorously.

"Hi, Roger, meet my son, Virg," dad said and Roger stuck his hand in my direction. I had a feeling and was ready as the vice clamped down on my hand. I returned the squeeze and luckily, I didn't receive any broken bones. Those short guys always have to make up for their size with some kind of big muscle deal to counter for the lack of height.

"Morning, Roger, a real pleasure," I returned.

With all the pleasantries out of the way, we worked our way down to the back of the house and the cellar where I had separated the video equipment. We spent the better part of four hours looking over the various control panels and consoles. We spent a while talking about possible schemes for building the sound stage and placement of the control booth and also the closed circuit surveillance system to cover the grounds and house. Roger was like a little kid with new toys, and we all agreed we would start immediately to build the studio.

"I can bring my tools and other necessities over later in the week," Roger stated, "and we can start construction on Monday."

"Outstanding," I declared, "I'm glad dad remembered you. I'll be looking forward to working on this together."

We yakked for a while and I found out Roger was forty-two, divorced and had twin daughters in college. He lived in St. Augustine and had been teaching electric shop for ten years, after relocating from New York. We hit it off and after a couple of brews he excused himself and said he'd see us later in the week.

Dad and I allowed as we had struck a gold mine when Roger showed up and our excitement was becoming evident. We sat on the patio behind the house and talked for another couple of hours.

Louise leaned over the rail from above us and asked, "Y'all want to eat or are you gonna just forget about food altogether today?"

"What's on the menu," I asked.

"Shrimp, and pussy," she said, matter of factly, "in which ever order you want 'em."

I looked at the old man and he said, "Let's eat, Sonny Boy, I like the sound of the menu."

I went to my room and changed into a pair of shorts and a sport shirt. I washed up and headed for the kitchen. The table had been set for four in the dining room and Louise and Janice were just placing the bowls of shrimp and coleslaw on the table.

Louise had on a yellow lace 1/2 bra and lace panties, a diamond choker necklace, earrings, bracelet, and two huge diamond cocktail rings, and yellow stiletto pumps. Janice was wearing a black garter belt, black hose, and spiked sandals, and nothing else.

Dad and I stripped down to a smile and sat at the table, one on each side. Louise took up residence next to me and Jan sat next to dad. Louise had prepared one of my favorite dishes, Shrimp Perlot, a spicy rice dish with lots of big sweet shrimp. We ate and ate. A big bowl of peach cobbler, covered with vanilla ice cream, followed. A carafe of white wine appeared and our dinner was complete.

Dad says, "There was some talk about pussy before dinner."

"We thought we might treat you two gentlemen to a double header, if you're interested," Louise said. "Are you interested?"

"Let me run get a camcorder," I said, "I'll be right back."

I hurried downstairs and put a fresh tape in the camera and carried it and a tripod back upstairs. The party had moved into The War Room. I set the tripod to one side and carried the camera over to where Janice and Louise had dad stretched out on one of the loungers. He was busy fingering Jan's tight little cunt with one hand and Louise's with the other. I zoomed in close on his hand and witnessed three of his fingers sliding easily in and out of the Spanish girls leaking pussy.

Louise disengaged herself from his fingers and bent over and started running her pink tongue up and down the old mans gnarly prick. I continued taping the scene as she took his hard shaft all the way down her throat and swallowed repeatedly while holding his pole deep in her gullet. She had done that to me and I marveled at the way she used the muscles in her throat to massage his cock.

I placed the camera on the tripod and stepped behind Louise. Her yellow thong was pulled deep into the cleft of her ass. The crotch of her panties had darkened noticeably from the juices she was secreting due to her arousal. I knelt behind her and placed my mouth on her covered snatch and sucked her nectar into my mouth. I felt her lurch, with my initial contact, and she moaned around the cock that still remained embedded in her throat. I swept my tongue along the covered cunt and up to her ass hole and back. Her fluids were escaping with greater velocity and I sucked at the drenched fabric to retrieve them.

Louise began hunching back against my face and I could feel her contracting her leg muscles and tightening her cunt each time my tongue made contact with her covered clit. I'd had about enough of her panties so I pulled the narrow strip of yellow aside and jammed my tongue as far into her cunt as I could and she clamped down on my face hard with her thighs. She was grunting steadily as I ravaged her clit.

I heard dad howl as he unloaded a substantial load deep in Lou's throat. After receiving his discharge, Louise backed off his member and quickly pulled Janice's face to hers and shared what remained in her mouth with the Spanish girl. They sucked his fluid back and forth between them and soon had swallowed it all.

Dad's spent prick had started to deflate but Janice lay beside him and started to fondle him back to hardness again.

Louise took me by the hand and pulled me across the room to the leather horse. She went to a cabinet at the side of the room and returned with a flexible leather paddle, which very much resembled a large fly swatter. She handed me the weapon and bent and removed her panties. She then leaned over the horse and instructed me in fastening her ankles and hands to the rings on the legs of the horse leaving her naked ass pointing nearly straight up. Her head was at just the right height for me to stand in front of her, with my cock in her mouth and reach over her back and swat her with the paddle.

"Teach me to behave, Cool," she whispered. "Teach me real good."

I reached across and, WHACK, I brought the leather down on her exposed cheek. "Umph!" she grunted and sucked my cock into her throat. WHACK, I zeroed in on her other cheek and, "Umph!" she again sucked me deep inside. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. Each time she grunted and sucked me in deep. I had been striking her firmly but not brutally. I found it difficult to hurt her. This was a sex game and I wasn't about to let it get out of hand.

Louise let my steel shaft escape her lips and whispered, "Cool, put your cock in my ass. Let me feel you way up in there."

I dropped the paddle on the floor and stepped behind her to fulfill her wish. I slipped my prick in her sopping wet cunt and pumped hard into her several times to lubricate myself with her juices. I stepped back and looked over to see dad and Janice aiming the camera at my cock. I took my tool in my hand and placed it at the puckered black hole in front of me. I leaned forward and my stiff prick popped into her waiting rectum. I leaned into her and the camera recorded the disappearance of my manhood as it invaded her most private region.

As I pushed in, the tightness of her tiny hole squeegeed her juices back along my shaft causing a glob to accumulate and drop off onto the floor. I withdrew and eased into her again feeling less resistance, as her hole expanded to accommodate my cock. Her breath hissed out each time I pushed against her and soon I had accelerated to a steady fucking rhythm. I could feel her clamping down as her orgasms grabbed her. Her spasms were almost continuous now and I felt my cum building. I slowed my speed and she wheezed and begged for me to continue.

"Fuck me hard, Baby Boy, make Mama Lou feel good. Fill my black ass hole with your love," she whimpered.

"Be patient, Little Lulu, I'll give you what you want, but you've been bad, so you have to wait 'til I'm ready," I said.

Sweat was rolling off both of us and her big black ass cheeks were slippery. I humped repeatedly into her upturned hole and I could feel the intense pressure building in my groin. I redoubled my rhythm and pounded her harder than ever.

"OH FUCK MEEEEE!!" she bellowed as a crashing orgasm ripped through her. Her ass clamped down on me like a Chinese finger toy and I could resist no more. I slammed viscously into her as I discharged a huge river on molten cum deep into her bowels.

"AAAAGGGGHHHH!!" I cried as wave after wave of hot sticky spunk embalmed her insides and oozed out of her to drool back on my cock and balls. Janice positioned herself between my legs and I felt her tongue as she captured my cum when it leaked down my balls.

My hardness was decreasing and my legs were on the verge of collapse. I withdrew from Louise's clasping sphincter and Janice replaced my cock with her mouth and continued to lick my deposits from Louise as it slowly seeped out.

Dad had captured the entire event on the camcorder and was beaming like a new groom.

"That was spectacular," he explained as he continued to tape Janice and Louise. "I'd sure like to have some films of the sessions with Grace and your sister. Louise and Grace too. You can't imagine the carnality through the years."

"Oh yes I can," I told him. "It's absolutely unchanged around here, just different faces."

Louise hung limply over the horse, but her breathing had returned to normal. Janice had reclined on the floor and was wiggling a finger at dad for him to join her on the floor. I untied Louise from the horse and took the camera from dad as he crawled between Jan's legs and slapped his hard cock against her soft belly.

She took his waving dick in her hand and guided him into her wet cunt. He quickly started ramming into her and in just a few strokes the Spanish girl erupted in a blinding climax. Dad followed her to the crest several strokes later. When his explosion took him, he pushed himself up with his arms and went rigid as he emptied his seed deep into her spasming pussy.

I kept the camera going until they both came back down and he pulled out of her. His dripping cock glistened with their mixed juices. A long string of milky white sperm stretched from his cock head and remained fastened to her nether lips. As he leaned farther back, the string parted and dropped to leave a trail along her thigh.

Louise had been watching and she moved over and took Virgil's shrinking wand into her mouth and cleansed him. She then turned her attention to Janice and licked all vestiges of their coupling from sight. It was all recorded.

Louise climbed off Janice and walked over to me. I had switched the camcorder off and placed it on the tripod. She placed her hands on each cheek and pulled my mouth to hers. She kissed me deeply and I could taste the remnants of dad and Janice on her tongue.

"Thanks, I needed that," she whispered. "Lets catch a beer on the way and go to my room and take a bath together. I'll make you all squeaky clean so you can sleep better."

"I could sleep naked in the mud right now, and not know the difference," I replied.

As I turned to head into the den, she whacked me on the butt with the leather paddle. I turned and looked into her eyes and said, "That's gonna cost ya, Wheezie, dearly."

She snickered and said softly, "Lucky me."

I followed her into the den and stopped to retrieve a couple of beers. I watched as she walked across the room and out the door. I loved to watch a woman walk away from me. Every one of them has a different roll to their ass when they walk. Louise's ass cheeks were full and round and she had a hitch on each side as her weight went back and forth. It reminded me of two cats wrestling in a croaker sack. Women are wonderful creatures to watch.

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We languished in the searing, sudsy water for a long while. We made a big production out of washing each other and shampooing our hair. We chatted about the arrival of my sisters tomorrow and Louise warned me, "Don't be too alarmed when your dad and the girls go at each other. I've never seen them get hurt, but it gets really intense, at times. Dianne is into some extremely kinky stuff. I watched her butt fuck Virgil with a gigantic strap-on one time. No way I could have taken it but she loaded him up and he splattered all over the place."

"I thought you said Dianne never whipped him," I interjected.

"She doesn't," she returned, "but she'll get Marie or Camille to do it then make Virgil piss on her or drip hot wax on her nipples."

"I don't think the hot wax would do much, for me, other than piss me off," I added.

"Me either," she said, "but other people get their kicks in different ways than we do. It should make for some interesting home movies if they get cranked up real good."

"Sounds like Cammy and Dianne are planning to lay me to waste. I just hope it doesn't get too freaky," I worried.

"Don't worry too much," she assured me, "they have enough sense to know what the limit is. They're just itching for some fresh young meat, and you're it."

"Lucky me," I said.

We heard dad and Janice as they made their way to dad's room. They sounded like they might be still up for some more games but, I was trashed and tomorrow would be a busy day.

We dried off and I padded naked through the house and down to my basement sanctorum. I'd had another exciting day and was eager to get started on the work we had planned. Tomorrow and Thursday would be an uncharted adventure, I was sure. I fed my fish and sat in the chair in front of the waterfall and listened to the water splash over the rocks.

Life is good; I can't wait to see what happens tomorrow.



In The Beginning Ch. 19



I sat in the chair a long time listening to the waterfall and watching the big goldfish and koi swim around in the pool. I had a multitude of thoughts cluttering my young brain. I was concerned about the relationship that had started between Marie Stone and I. A married woman could pose a problem if her drunk-assed husband showed up. I hoped she would keep her divorce away from me, and the Islands Estates. Although, my afternoon with her and the girl from Atlantic Beach, in the filthy toilet room over at The Mill Top, will be one I'll never forget.

I remembered the three pairs of panties I had carried home. I got up and found them in my desk drawer, in my study, where I had stashed them so Louise wouldn't have anything to rag on me about. I examined each of them and decided women really did have all the luck. Silky panties just had to feel good on ya. Each of the panties was very different. The red pair that Marie had worn, were obviously expensive and just a wisp of sheer red silk. I could see the stain in the crotch where she had been leaking, before we went into the women's room. The blue panties that the blond girl had been wearing were much less daring and shiny satin. The black pair the bartender had on was a thong, and she too had been aroused. Just knowing what was going on in the bathroom had evidently caused her to juice her drawers as could be seen by the stains. I decided that I must be some kind of pervert. I was turned on by the panties and brought each pair up to my face and sniffed them. I sat there in the chair with a big hard-on.

It was late and I needed sleep, but I was wound up about all that was about to happen so I decided to have a nice dollop of Scotch and step out onto the patio for a few minutes. I slipped a pair of boxers over my woody and poured myself a shot over a few ice cubes and opened the door and walked out to the patio. I sat in a lawn chair and sipped on the cold Scotch.

"Trouble sleeping, Lover?" It was the sweet southern drawl of Helen Blossom.

"Lots to think about," I said as she pulled a chair over and sat down close to me.

"Your sisters are coming tomorrow, I hear," she mentioned. "I can't wait to see Dianne."

"You just can't wait for her to get in your britches," I chuckled.

"You either," she countered.

"It'll be fresh ground for me. She and Camille have both warned me they're on a quest for my body. I hope I don't disappoint them," I said.

"Listen, Chum," she said as she put her hand on my arm, "you've never disappointed anyone you've ever had sex with, that I know of, so don't worry about your own sisters."

"Its just all kinda weird. I've been screwing so many different, beautiful ladies lately. The idea of fucking my own sisters is still a little far fetched. But, everything has been a little strange around here the last month or so," I continued.

I told her about the wild session I had yesterday in St. Augustine. I also told her how excited I had become when I was examining the panties.

She giggled, and said, "I think that would be a normal reaction, if you were thinking about what was happening when you got them. It would probably turn me on too. I'll bet you smelled them while you were looking at them too, didn't you?"

"Geez, Helen, give me a break," I whined.

"Well, didn't you?" she persisted.

"Yes, I smelled them," I finally admitted, "and it made my dick hard. Are you happy now?"

She slipped her fingers up the leg of my baggy shorts and wrapped them around my rigid cock. She gently stroked me. "Drop your drawers, Cool, so I can get at you," she breathed.

I pulled my shorts off and sat back down in the chair. While I was doing that, Helen had slipped her panties down her legs and over her feet and she handed them to me. "Here, for your collection. You can smell them while I jack you off. I want you to shoot your cum into them and when it dries, you'll always be able to remember us sitting here in the middle of the night."

She leaned close to me and began to hand fuck me. She put one hand under my balls and massaged them as she manipulated my erection, with the other. I scooted out to the edge of the chair and leaned my head back and relaxed as she slowly pumped me up. This was very erotic.

"You like this?" she asked.

"Oh God yes, I like this," I whispered.

"Then tell me you like it."

"Helen, I like it. I love the feel of your hands on me," I groaned.

"Did you smell my panties?" she asked.

I raised them to my face and they were soaked with her juices. She had drenched them while we had been talking. I inhaled her aroma and I could feel my dick get even harder. "You smell wonderful, Baby, absolutely wonderful."

Her hand was flying now. I could feel my eruption building and I said, "I'm getting close, Baby."

"Give me the panties," she said.

I handed them to her and she wrapped them around my pulsing hard-on and continued to jerk me off. Having just deposited a huge load of sperm in Louise's ass I didn't think I'd have much left. But, when the floodgates opened, was I ever surprised. I shot wad after wad of milky white cum into Helen's panties. So much that it saturated the thin fabric and coated her hands and drooled between her fingers and dropped down onto the patio.

"My God, Cool, look at all the jizz. I've never seen so much juice," she exclaimed.

"It's only been a couple of hours since I fucked Louise," I stated, "I can't believe it either. I told you I was all worked up."

Helen handed me the dripping, white satin panties, "These'll be nice and crusty when they dry," she said and licked my secretions off her fingers and hand. I laid the panties on the patio, next to the chair, and went into the house to get a towel. I grabbed two beers and went back outside. Helen had a cigarette burning. I handed her the towel and sat down.

"Thanks, Helen," I said, "I needed that."

"I thought you might enjoy that," she replied. 

We sat in silence for a few minutes while she finished her smoke. I asked, "Are you and Karen coming to dinner, after graduation, Thursday night?"

"Word is, it's more than just dinner," she said. "I hear it's a dress-up for sex party, with you for desert."

"Sounds like fun, don't it?" I asked.

"It'll be interesting if nothing else. Louise says it's going to be a full blown orgy," she giggled. From what I can gather, it's about three to one, women over men. Think you boys can handle all that much pussy?"

"I'm willing to give it a shot. It might kill me, but what a way to go," I answered, "right?"

We both laughed and Helen stood up to walk back to her house. "Get some rest, Big Guy, you're going to need it."

She walked away. I stooped over and retrieved the cum-soaked panties from the deck and carried them into the house. I put them on the bathroom sink so they would dry. I thought to myself, 'Now I'm a panty snatcher, what next?'

I washed up and fed the fish and crawled in bed.

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I sensed the bed move when someone sat on the edge. I felt the fingers run across my forehead as whoever it was brushed my hair to the side. I felt her lips kiss my forehead and then she was gone. I smelled the coffee and guessed it had been Louise.

The room was suddenly bathed in daylight as the drapes were opened to let the morning into my world of sleep.

"Big day, Tall Cool, time to hit the streets," she crowed. "We got company coming, and you got things to do."

"Louise," I said, "let me pee and then I have something to give you. Sit here for a minute."

I jumped up and took care of my morning chores, tucked Helen's panties into a drawer in the bathroom, found a bathrobe, and went out to my car to get the jewelry chest out of the trunk. I carried it into the room and set it on her lap. Her eyes popped open and her face shone with the excitement of a child.

"I made it for you in wood shop," I declared.

"You made this for me?" she gasped. "Why, Cool, it's just beautiful."

She opened the lid and touched the purple velvet that lined the trays and marveled at how the trays lifted as the lid came up.

"Oh thank you, Precious, it's just lovely," she breathed. "You'll never know how much this means to me."

"You're my best friend, it's just a thank you for being here for me my whole life. I've got to get ready to go to the school and the rehearsal. I'll carry that up with me when I come." I told her and readied myself for the day.

When I reached the kitchen, dad and Janice were there. Louise had told them about her gift and they were both duly impressed. Dad was particularly intrigued with my handiwork and let everyone know what a fine job it was.

I felt pretty damn good as I drove to Flagler Beach. I had done something good and was proud I had.

We picked up our caps and gowns and everyone was in great spirits as we milled around in the school auditorium awaiting the graduation rehearsal to start. The rehearsal went off without a hitch and we were all prepared for the next afternoons exercise.

I spent a few minutes talking with my teachers, Mr. Schultz, from history class, and Mr. Hanson, my woodshop instructor. I also wanted to say goodbye to Mrs. Kline from advanced math, she had been so nice after the dance last weekend I wanted to thank her for her nice compliments on our music.

I had taken my cap and gown to the car and returned to the school to get the last few things from my locker, which was just a few steps from Marie Stones classroom door. On the off chance she was there, I stuck my face into the room and saw her sitting at her desk.

"Hi Ms. Stone," I greeted.

"Oh, Virgil," she breathed. "Come in, I want to talk with you for a few minutes."

I stepped into the room and she looked up at me and then nodded to the seat in front of her desk. I sat.

"The lawyers served my husband with his divorce papers yesterday, " she began. "He went positively crazy, smashing things and screaming at me. The process server told him that if he didn't settle down, he would have him arrested. He started calling me all sorts of nasty names and I just sat and waited for him to hit me. He never did, but I was scared to death. I told him all I wanted was my clothes and personal belongings and my car and he could have the rest. Then he started crying and I finally started screaming at him and it was all a really ugly scene. After we got everything out of our systems, he told me I could take anything I wanted and he would give me an uncontested divorce if I promised in writing, never to try and get alimony from him. I agreed and he says he's going to his brother's place in Boca Raton for a week so I can get everything I want out of the house."

"Sounds like you're on your way, Hon," I soothed. "Can I help you with your stuff?"

"No, I'd better handle that myself. It's not a lot, but I can have my neighbor help," she warned.

"You want to move into Dianne's apartment?" I asked.

"I'll let you know in a couple of days. He left this morning so it's quiet there now. I need a few days to think. I'll bring my music stuff over Friday if that's all right," she concluded.

"Absolutely," I said. "Will you be coming over after graduation, for dinner?"

"And the orgy?" she added.

"Yes, My Sweet, and the orgy," I replied.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world. I have a surprise planned for Louise too," she claimed.

"What?" I asked.

"You'll just have to wait and see, My Little Stud Muffin," she laughed.

And with that, I left the building and drove back to the Islands.

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I pulled in to my parking spot and walked into the studio. Louise and Janice had worked their magic again, because the whole place had been cleaned and vacuumed and I could see fresh sheets had been put on the bed. I peeked into the bathroom and was horrified to see that the damn pink towels had found their way back into my kingdom. Oh well, a small price to pay for all the attention I was getting.

I grabbed a cold brew from the fridge, and noticed that I had been restocked there as well. I gotta do something really nice for those two. I checked the clock on the wall and noted that it was 3:35. I had better check with Louise and see if I had any last minute chores before the girls descended upon us.

I mounted the stairs and was met with delicious odors emanating from Louise's kitchen.

"What's cooking, Lulu," I asked.

"Your ass, you keep up with the Lulu shit, Sport," she bawled and then broke out with uproarious laughter.

"Touchy, aren't we," I said, and popped her hard on the butt.

"Don't start anything you ain't a gonna be able to finish, Young Feller," she warned.

I pulled her to me and mashed her with a hard wet kiss. She melted into my arms and squawked, "Not now, I have work to do. Go check the dining room and make sure I've counted for everybody tonight. Get the ice bucket filled and find four bottles of White Zinfandel. Now march."

I did as ordered and came up with six people, which is exactly how many places had been set at the table. The best china and silver were in evidence and the Waterford crystal blazed in the light cast by the overhead chandelier. Fresh candles had been stuck in the candelabras, and the room was fit for royalty. I got the ice bucket and filled it with cubes and pocketed three of the bottles of wine deep into the ice and set it near the head of the table. Satisfied with my handiwork, I went in search of my dad. I found him in his study and asked what the mode of dress would be for dinner.

"The big party is set for tomorrow," he said, "so lets just be casual tonight."

"Works for me," I said. "I'm getting anxious for them to get here."

"Me too, it's been too long since we've seen them," he lamented. "Fetch us a couple of cold ones."

I retreated to the den and carried the brews back into the study. Dad had disappeared into the vault and returned with a flat, black velvet case. He opened it and laid it on the desk in front of me. It contents dazzled in the light from his desk lamp.

"These are your mother's diamonds. There's a pretty good pile of change here. I'm showing you these, because someday you might get serious and need something to sweet-talk a little sweetie into marriage. I was going to give them to Dianne, but she has her own stash and I think these should go to your bride if you decide to take one," he said.

I gazed in amazement and said, "There's just no end to it is there?"

"Never know what's next, do ya?" he chuckled.

I decided I needed a fresh pair of slacks and shirt to welcome the girls, so I excused myself to go change. I found a pair of light khakis, and an orange flowered shirt. I scraped my chin, splashed a little dollop of Lariat on, for effect, and dressed. Just as I reached the top of the stairs, I heard Louise shriek and run to the front foyer. She flung the door wide open and bounced out to meet the pale green Town Car as it pulled up in front of the house.

Both doors opened at the same time and the girls rushed to greet Louise. Dad, Janice and I stood on the front step and waited for the hugging and mashing to subside before we stepped forward to get our share. Dad was mauled by the two of them and sported a substantial smearing of fresh lipstick upon his escape and then I got my turn.

Camille and Dianne stood side by side about fifteen feet in front of me. Camille strode toward me first. She moved with the grace of a liquid lioness, walking a tightrope, one foot directly in front of the other. She had changed since the last time I saw her. My breath caught in my throat as my stunning, 1/2 black, half-sister closed the distance separating us.

She was wearing some sort of billowy, silver jumpsuit. It tied behind her long slender neck. Two wide, separate panels plunged down the front, one covering each breast, to her waist, and were captured by a wide silver sash. The pantaloons escaped from under the sash and flowed down to where they buttoned around her ankles, just above her spiked heels. The legs were slit up the outside from the button at the ankle, to where they disappeared under the sash, at the waist. It had no back. She looked delicious.

Camille had the appearance of a runway model and she moved as if she were on display. Her light caramel colored skin shone in the afternoon sunlight. As she approached me, I stood in awe of this sublime vision. Her black hair was long, looping spirals and trimmed so it just missed touching her shoulders. Smoky eye shadow, silver nails, dark burgundy lips, snow-white teeth, long spangley earrings, and just absolutely dripping with sensuality.

I looked at dad and said, "Hey, Old Man, you did real good." 

He just smiled and watched as Camille strode up to me and placed a slender fingered hand on each of my cheeks and kissed me square on my hanging open mouth. I put my arms around her and collected her in 'til she was pressed against me from head to toe. The kiss lasted a long time. I heard dad clear his throat.

Camille broke the kiss and leaned back and looked into my eyes and asked, "How you doing, Little Brother?"

I could feel my instincts stirring and said, "Well, I can never remember doing any better." 

I felt a tap on the arm and turned my head to look straight into Dianne's smiling face. "How about equal time for your other sibling?" she whined.

Camille laughed and stepped back as Dianne came into my arms. Our kiss was just as passionate as the one with Camille, but I had hold of a whole lot more woman.

Where Camille stood about 5'-5" and weighed 105 pounds, Dianne stood a full 6' and weighed in at 155 pounds. Camille's breasts measured 34C, her waist a slim 23", and her hips a slender 33". On the other hand, Dianne displayed 38DD melons, 25" waist, and solid 38" hips.

Dianne was a big woman, not an ounce of fat, just a large, beautiful blond Amazon.

She wore a striking, sheer yellow silk blouse, through which you could just see the beautiful lace cups of her bra, and a short, snug black skirt that hugged her ample hips like a second skin. Black seamed hose and black 3" heels that put her eye to eye with my 6"-3" frame. Long, silky blond hair, way down past the shoulders, clear sparkling blue eyes, and bright red lips making her look like a Viking Goddess.

I looked at dad and said, "You done good, twice."

He replied, "I done good three times, son."

She hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear, "Are you glad to see us, or is that lump I feel just my wishful thinking?"

I answered her back softly, "I'm stoked, but y'all are giving me a hard on."

"We'll take care of that for you later. Walk with us to the car and help with the bags and maybe nobody will see," she said.

"Hell, Louise is already wise to it. Look at her, she's been deviling me for days about you two. She won't let us rest until we've done the nasty," I complained.

Dianne and Camille both laughed as we walked to the car. Louise was there almost before we were, and she asked the girls, "You see that bulge in his pants? You ain't seen nothing yet Wait 'til you see it live and in person."

"Aw Geez, Louise," I bawled amongst another round of laughter, "at least let us get in the house, before y'all take my clothes off me."

The back seat of the Lincoln was piled to the roof with suitcases and packages, and the trunk was packed to overflowing also. Everyone started hauling parcels into the foyer and as we neared the bottom of the trunk, Dianne and Camille stopped me and asked if I'd mind if they carried the last of it in without my help. I shrugged and they asked me to wait in the kitchen until they had the rest inside.

I walked around the heap, which had been deposited in the foyer and hunted myself a cold brew. Dad followed me into the kitchen, grabbed a beer and said, "Damn, Son, those two got a bad case of wantin' you, going on."

"You got that right," I said. "They're looking good too. Camille reeks of sex, and Dianne is just as spectacular, only taller."




In The Beginning Ch. 19



"You're in for one hell of a ride tonight, Slim," he smirked as he took a pull on his beer.

Janice stuck her head into the room and told us we were wanted in the den. We finished our beers and walked into the den. Louise, Dianne, Camille, and Janice had gathered there and had opened us each a beer. Dianne announced that she and Camille wanted to present me with my graduation gifts now and that's why they had shooed me away from the car earlier.

"Oh goody, goody," I clapped my hands and acted like a little kid, "I just love presents."

Louise smacked me on the back of the head and said, "Mind your manners, Brat."

'Kill joy,' I thought as Dianne instructed me to sit on the sofa.

Camille stepped into dads study and returned with a guitar case. She placed it across my lap and as she did, Dianne produced a second guitar case, and placed it on the floor next to my feet. "These are from us," she said, "I hope you like them. We couldn't decide which one you would like best, so we got them all."

My excitable level went up about twelve notches. I snapped the latches, on the case in my lap, and opened the top. Inside lived a vision of sheer beauty, to a guitar player, a burled walnut, Gretch, Country Gentleman, with gold plated tuners and hardware, Bigsby roller-bridge and vibrato and Humbucker stereo pickups. This sort of thing gives a guitar picker a hard on when he's dreaming. In real life, he chokes on his words. I was speechless.

I touched the strings with my fingers and promised a private concert for the two girls, later on, downstairs. I was informed that it had better be a good one because they intended to spend the night down there with me. I was thinking about getting another woody about then.

I closed the case and wondered about the other case. I switched them and opened the second case. This had to be a dream. Before me rested a Gibson, Les Paul Signature, Limited Edition, Gold Top, with inlaid mother of pearl. Rock and Rollers kill for this baby, you just can't find them. I was sure I had started leaking in my Hager's.

"What can I say to thank you for these?" I asked. "Words escape me right about now."

"Wait," Camille said, "There's one more." I looked at dad and he shrugged.

She disappeared into the study again and returned with what I recognized to be a Fender case. "Dianne brought this one from New York," Camille explained. "You tell him Di."

"We had this one built special, just for you," Dianne said, "It's the only one like it in the world."

I opened the flat case and, there within, found a Fender Jazzmaster. Sunburst finish, with gold hardware and tremolo, red pearl pick-guard with the letters TCO inlaid in it, and an inscription on the headpiece, below the Fender emblem, which read: 'Created Especially For The Tall Cool One, Virgil Ellis' and signed by Leo Fender himself.

I had two really cool sisters. I had no words to describe the emotion. There was so much love in the room at that moment it was running out the doors.

"Y'all are just too good to me," I choked out, "I don't know what to say."

"We'll catch up to you later and maybe you can think of something intelligent," Dianne piped up.

"Yeah, me too," Camille chimed in.

"You're in trouble," dad interjected.

"Let's eat," Louise said and we all rose to the occasion and headed for the dining room.

I had been seated at the head of the table, with Dianne and Camille on either side of me. Dad and Jan sat next to Dianne and Louise was next to Camille. The table had been heaped with food, roast pork loin, candied yams with little marshmallows on top, broccoli and cauliflower smothered in cheese sauce, and big flaky biscuits. The wine flowed freely all through dinner and everyone was in fine spirits. Desert came as a big hunk of peach pie with whipped cream. My stylish figure was in serious jeopardy.

All during dinner, the two girls kept running their toes up and down my legs. It was very difficult to concentrate on any reasonably intelligent conversation, when two absolutely luscious babes were molesting you. I had risen to full attention and resigned myself to being erect until further notice. There was no hope they would relent until after we indulged their obsession with me. Therefore: upon completion of the wonderful meal, I excused myself and told the girls I'd be downstairs in the studio with my new guitars, awaiting their anticipated arrival. I stood, hitched up my britches, which displayed my erection very nicely, and left the room.

I carried two of the guitars downstairs and returned for the third and met Louise in the kitchen on the way back. "Have fun," she said.

"Oh yeah," I breathed, "I intend to, repeatedly until daylight."

I went back down the stairs and changed into a black satin robe, which came just below my butt and belted at the waist. I poured a liberal shot of Scotch over a few ice cubes and proceeded to tune the three new instruments. Each was a dream come true. Guitars of this quality were rare. My excitement was running rampant. I was playing little tunes and different chords and became lost in the music until I noticed movement over by the stairway door.

The two girls had come into the room and stood quietly as I was playing. They came over to stand in front of me and Dianne said in a very hushed voice, "You play very well, Little brother, very well indeed."

"You've been practicing since the last time I was here," Camille commented.

Both of them had changed into almost transparent, flowing peignoirs, and high heeled slippers. Their makeup had been reapplied to perfection.

Camille stood with one foot ahead of the other, exhibiting her entire leg through the open front of her floor length gown, which was fastened only at the neck. I looked straight into the junction of her long shapely legs and her cleanly shaven cunt. My eyes traveled up to her gold studded belly button and higher to her firm pointed titties, and exquisite face. Dianne stood a few inches to Camille's left and her beautifully manicured hand rested on Camille's shoulder.

I shifted my gaze from Camille to Dianne and let my eyes fall to her stately up-thrust breasts, which held her filmy blue, hip length robe, out and open to the hem. I noticed that her huge areola and nipples were pale and nearly the same color as her skin, which made them almost invisible under the sheer fabric. I lowered my eyes to her tummy and lower. Her rug was the same color as her drapes, shiny, yellow and blond. Her bush had been very neatly trimmed into the shape of a soft oval around her mound. The well-muscled thighs tapered gracefully to her knees, and her shapely calves continued all the way to her slippers.

"You've both changed so much from what I remember," I managed to whisper. "You're so much more beautiful.

"We're both still the same inside," Dianne giggled.

"I've never been inside either one of you," I reminded her.

"This too, shall change, my young friend, very soon for all of us," Camille cooed. "Play for us some more, Tall, we've got all night. I'll find us a glass and fix us each a drink."

I handed her my glass and returned to my playing. I watched as the girls curled up on the sofa across from me, with their drinks and listened as I played a few riffs on each of the guitars. We talked about growing up and Grace and daddy and Louise. Dianne told me about Camille's house and how nice it was. I told them about some of my recent adventures and about Helen and Karen Blossom, and Marie Stone.

Dianne squeezed her legs together at the mention of Marie and said, "She and I can tell you stories you'll never believe from years ago."

"I'd believe all of them, Di, I've lived a few stories with her of my own," I stated.

I set my guitar in the stand and moved over to sit between them on the sofa. Camille reached through the front of my robe and gathered my stiffness into her tiny palm. She wrapped her slender digits around my thick cock and gently massaged it. Dianne knelt on the floor at my feet and pulled the tie on my robe loose to expose my erection. She laced her fingers through Camille's and together they slowly milked me from root to tip. A large droplet of milky pre-cum formed on my blood engorged cock head.

Dianne flipped her hair back from her face and leaned forward and just touched the very tip of her pink tongue to the sticky fluid. She drew back a long silvery thread. Camille leaned in and touched her tongue to me. The thread lifted from my cock and hung suspended between my two lovely sisters' tongues. It suddenly broke away and disappeared from sight. Camille leaned toward Dianne and their lips met in a passionate tongue-lashing kiss, just inches in front of me. I grew harder with each passing second and I felt the impending eruption readying itself deep in my balls.

They broke the kiss and set to the task of licking me from bottom to top. They started with my toes and proceeded to tongue wash my entire surface. Finally both of them returned to my aching cock and balls. First one of them would take me deep into her mouth, for a few strokes, and then the other one would repeat the pleasure. Every time I'd try to return the attention to one of them, I was told to relax and enjoy the moment. I'd get my chance later.

I had never been completely dominated by two women before. Dianne and Camille had absolute control of me, at this point, and each time I came close to loosing my cookies, they'd change the game and let me settle back down only to crank me up again.

"It's coming this time," I croaked.

They moved so that I had lips moving up and down both sides of my semen-engorged monster. My explosion took no one by surprise. It could be felt my all three of us as it started way down deep in my balls and traveled my entire length, and launched itself between their beautiful faces and splattered them both with massive amounts of sticky white cum. They never moved away from my cock as they savored every drop I had dispensed. Their tongues raced to find every molecule that had found the others face. All the while, my rigid cock remained the center of their attention throughout the whole ritual. I swear I never lost a fraction of hardness until they relaxed and sat back next to me on the sofa.

I remained reclining back on the sofa and waited for my heartbeat to return to normal. Each of them rested her head on one of my shoulders and remained still. My mouth was dry. 

"Drink, anyone?" I finally asked, after I could speak.

"Yes," they answered in unison. We all laughed together and Dianne rose to refill our glasses.

"Y'all kinda let that all go one sided," I said.

"You'll have your shot," Camille soothed, "I want some of that hammer in my pussy and I know Dianne has a hankerin' for some hard meat in her fuzzy too."

"Oh God yes," Dianne chimed in from over by the bar, "I've got to have that slab of beef. It's been a while since I've had a big pecker me."

Camille smiled and kissed me on the cheek and said, "She wants it in her wrinkly little butt hole too, so do I."

"Not a problem," I promised. "Either of you mind if I record us later?"

They both lit up when I mentioned the video angle. "Only if we get copies of the tapes to take back," Dianne stated.

"I can do that," I said and went to get cameras and some tapes.

I set two cameras up in the bedroom, aimed at the bed from two different perspectives and I loaded a third, small handheld camera, and put it on the nightstand next to the bed. I returned to the other room and beckoned for the girls to join me in the bedroom. I explained about the cameras and showed each of them how to operate the small camcorder. I then removed my robe and stepped over to Dianne and untied the bow that held her flowing cover in place. She shrugged out of it and Camille took it and dropped it over a chair and removed her own wrap.

I switched the camcorders on and started to tape the two of them striking sexy poses. Soon they were on the bed with Camille's face wedged firmly between Dianne's thighs. Dianne threw her head back and groaned each time her clit became the target for Camille's searching tongue. I zoomed in close on the juncture between the tongue and the clit and the microphone recorded Dianne's verbal acceptance of Camille's ministrations upon her whoopee button.

Suddenly, Dianne lifted Camille by the shoulders and turned her over and slipped a finger, quickly followed by her pink, flicking tongue, into Camille's hairless cunt. I closed in on the center of the action just in time to hear Camille exhaust a great volume of air, hissing through her clenched teeth, at the moment Dianne made contact with her distended clit. I marveled at the extreme length of Camille's little soldier as it stood proudly waiting to be ravaged by Dianne's swiftly sweeping tongue. Dianne wasted no time in bringing Camille to a crashing orgasm, leaving her lying limp on the bed.

I switched off the hand held camcorder and moved in behind Dianne, cock in hand. I dragged my hard length across her exposed pussy lips from behind. She bucked backwards at my first touch and I popped right into her drenched cunt. Her face was still only inches from Camille's sated opening. She moved forward and laid her head down on Camille's flat tummy and pushed two fingers deep into her open hole. I humped into Dianne with long steady strokes and she moaned into Camille's belly each time I slammed home. I pushed Dianne to a shrieking climax and she lurched higher up onto Camille and lay still, catching her breath.

Camille was being crushed by the weight of the two of us and complained for us to roll off her. I went left and Dianne went right and Camille jumped up and threw her leg across me and very carefully lowered her hot, bald pussy down over my vertical cum rocket. She began rocking her hips to and fro and soon had established a circular rhythm, which was extremely sensual. She slowed and rose up only to descend again and circulate. Dianne recovered from her orgasm and straddled my face and I again licked deep into her sweet blond pussy. Camille found her mouth and they embraced above me in long wet kisses.

I was having a hard time getting air and I yelped into Dianne's cunt. She lifted up and they both looked at me. "I'm gonna turn blue if I don't get some air," I gasped. They looked at each other and cracked up. Dianne rolled to the side and Camille settled down on me and sat quietly with my stiff prick shoved all the way in to the hilt.

"You okay?" Camille asked.

"Sure," I answered, "I was just getting a little short on breathin' room for a minute."

"We don't want to lose you," Dianne assured me. I thanked her for that and flexed my cock deep inside Camille's clasping pussy.

"I felt that," she said.

"You were supposed to," I returned and flexed again.

"About one more time, White Bread, and I'm gone pop a nut on ya," she whispered.

"What are you two talking about?" Dianne asked.

"He's flexing his big dick up inside of me," Camille explained, "and every time he does, it feels like its pushing straight into my womb."

"Oh Sweet Jesus, what next?" Dianne wondered.

I flexed and Camille leaned forward and put her hands on my chest and breathed, "One more time and I'm gonna cum, Tall. Please do it again."

I pushed up into her as far as I could, lifting her slightly and as I dropped back to the bed she sank even farther onto me. I clenched my muscles tight and bucked upwards and she went off like a Saturn 5, leaving the Cape. She whimpered as she was wracked with gut wrenching spasms. I buck into her again and again until her contractions subsided and she lay against my chest sobbing.

"Fuck, Virgil, look at her. I've never seen anything like it," Dianne said, amazed at the power of Camille's orgasm. "I've never cum like that in my life."

Camille stirred and opened her eyes, "You didn't get off yet, did you?" she asked.

"I'll get there. Remember, you two sucked it all out of me a little while ago. I can go for quite a while on the second go 'round," I remarked.

I flexed inside of her again and she gasped again, "I've got to rest a while. You and Dianne do your thing 'til I catch my breath."

"Have a drink, Brown Sugar, I'm going to take the Blond Bomber to heaven," I stated.

Camille rolled off and got off the bed and went into the bathroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and Dianne curled around me from behind and lightly scratched my back with her long nails. "You've turned into quite a hunk," she said, "Camille's never been laid like that. Or me either for that matter."

I turned and brushed her hair back from her face and let my fingers travel through it. "We'll have to do something about that," I insisted. "I hear you like it rough."

"Not tonight, I want you to make love to me tonight, just like you did to Camille. The dark stuff will have to keep for another time," she whispered.

She crawled around me and captured my still hard member with her mouth and sucked me softly in. She withdrew and stated, "I love the taste of Camille on you. She gave you a lot of herself tonight, you're soaked."

I let her mouth my prick for a short time and then I turned and got on the bed. I lifted her legs up and put her heels on my shoulders and pushed myself easily into her slippery hole. She groaned as I invaded her depths and each new intrusion brought a response in kind. Soon I was pistoning steadily into her. She started to clench her well-muscled twat each time I reached bottom and hold it 'til I withdrew and then relax until I returned to her cervix, only to clamp tightly around me again. The sensations were intensely stimulating and I felt the pressure start to build again. I with drew and lay next to her.

"If you could get fucked any way you wanted, how would it be?" I asked Dianne.

She thought a minute and answered carefully, "I'd turn over, crawl up on my knees, grab the headboard, and let you bury that big cock in my sloppy cunt and fill me with a gallon of fuck milk."

"Turn over." I said

She did. She pushed her ass high in the air and I entered her without hesitation. I slammed into her savagely, each time slapping her clit with my balls, as they swung forward between her legs. Over and over again she screamed for me to fuck her. I fucked her as hard as I could ram myself into her. The intensity of our coupling filled the room with a level of carnality I had never experienced. Orgasm over took her and she clamped down on my raging cock forcing my mammoth eruption from me in huge scalding wads. I deposited, deep inside of her. We stayed locked together like fucking dogs until my legs could support me no longer and I had to retreat. She quickly turned and began her cleaning ritual, removing all of our mixed fluids from my shrinking tool.

Camille busied herself between Dianne's outspread thighs and soon had siphoned as much of my seed from her gaping pussy as was humanly possible.

"I've got the whole thing on tape," Camille announced, "and it was fucking, absolutely pornographic. You two were sensational."

We all laughed at our selves and I told them the next order of business would be three hot sexy bodies, in the Jacuzzi together, relaxing. Then I said, "I want you each again, before we go to sleep."

Camille looked at each of us and then at me and said, matter-of-factly, "Tall Cool, I want to have your baby."

OH SHIT! WHAT NEXT! 



In The Beginning Ch. 20



Dianne and I sat in stunned silence, trying to comprehend the last words our beautiful 1/2 sister had uttered. "I beg your pardon?" I finally managed to croak. Dianne nodded her head in dumb silence.

"What I said was, I want to have your baby, Tall Cool," Camille stated.

"We heard what you said," Dianne interjected, "would you please explain to us why you said it?"

"Well," Camille began, "it's like this. When I went away to school, I had never been intimate with anyone other than daddy, and of coarse you Dianne. I think he had misgivings about our relationship and he did everything humanly possible to help me. He sent me money, he bought me a car, and he paid for school and clothes, the whole nine yards. When he came to visit me at school, we'd fuck like bunnies. And then one day, he quit coming to see me. I dated a few times during, and after school, both black and white guys, but nobody pushes the right buttons. I get lonely, a lot."

We were all still sitting on the bed, naked. Dianne had retrieved a hairbrush from her purse and was idly brushing her lustrous corn silk hair. Camille jumped off the bed and found her purse and came back with an ashtray. She dug into her bag and brought out a pack of smokes and silver lighter. "Mind if I indulge my evil habit?" she asked.

Dianne and I both shook our heads at the same time and watched as she fired a long slender cigarette and took a deep drag. She continued, "I studied hard to be an architect. I am very creative and enjoy designing houses and buildings. The firm I work for is a very large and affluent company and has many extremely talented designers employed. As a woman, I get the shit work, mostly. I've been stuck doing structural design drafting and the 'Good 'Ol Boys' in the firm get all the praise. I had a ball designing and building the house. Daddy helped me and as Dianne will testify, it's a good house. But, it's too big for me to live in by myself, it's in Atlanta where it gets too cold in the winter, and I have a buyer and I can more than double my investment. So, I'm selling the house."

She puffed on her cigarette and continued, "We three, all have more money than we'll ever spend in our lifetimes. Working at something that bores you, and living where you are uncomfortable, are curable problems if you have more money than you know what to do with. Right?"

No argument from either Dianne or me. I fluffed up a couple of pillows and leaned back against the headboard of the bed. Dianne sat cross-legged next to me and Camille sat at the foot of the bed by my feet. All the while she was talking, she had been gently rubbing my feet with her free hand. This gets you extra points.

She went on, "I miss all of you guys. I can't just come and see y'all, any time I want to, with the pressures of the fucking job. Now that daddy is going south with Jan, I want to come back to the Islands, for a while, and regroup." 

"This is your home," I said, "you can come back and live here any time you want, for as long as you want. You know that."

"I know, Tall," she said softly, "I just wanted to hear you say the words. I've visited Dianne a few times, in New York, and she's got such a nice place and great business. And she has gazillions of friends. And, I gotta tell ya, Hon, those cute little carrot topped twins you have to keep you company, are just precious. Where'd you ever find them?"

"Cory and Craig worked in the shipping department one summer vacation," Dianne explained. "I invited them to our annual Christmas party. One thing led to another and I ended up with them in my office with both of their beefy cocks in me at the same time. After they graduated, I hired them both full time and now they just live with me and take care of the apartment and domestic stuff. They're both totally submissive and hung nicely. Not like our little brother here, but they're both pretty good for a hard ride."

"I know," Camille crooned, "thanks for sharing them with me the last time I was up there."

We laughed and Dianne reached her hand out and slid her fingers around my flaccid prick. "Now then," Dianne said, "explain to us about this baby business."

"Well," she spoke timidly, "I love kids, and I don't want to wait 'til I'm forty to have one. I'm not in love with anyone and really don't relish the thought of getting married. Tall just took me to a place I've never been before, and I just decided I want his child. Look at him, he's beautiful. He's got talent, he's fun, and he fucks so fine. I want mama to have a grand baby to spoil and I just know she'll love having a baby around. So what's the big deal?"

Dianne looked at me, I looked at Camille, we all shrugged at exactly the same instant and cracked up.

"Look, I don't want you to think I'm trying to saddle Tall with a kid he don't want. I want the baby and I can support him. I'm in my fertile cycle this week and I want to limit myself to him with the idea of becoming pregnant," she concluded.

"You understand that there's going to be a big orgy tomorrow night, don't you?" I asked.

"Of coarse I do," she answered, "I'll just have fun with the rest of you but, the only person who'll get to come inside of me will be you."

I reached for her hand and pulled her up so she was straddling me. My cock was still soft but she had her damp pussy resting directly on it. Dianne reached out and touched her face with her fingers. Camille leaned her head into Dianne's hand and I heard her sigh. Dianne leaned in and kissed her full on the mouth. I had cupped Camille's firm tits in both hands and kneaded them gently.

Dianne leaned back and I asked, "Hey, Camille, you want to get started on that kid now, or wait until later?"

She answered by slowly moving her pussy in circles on my stiffening dick. She leaned forward and kissed me, passionately, our tongues searching. Dianne moved off the bed and I saw her pick up the camcorder and point it at us. Camille moved down and closed her lips over my cock and took me deep into her throat. She had learned that trick from her mother. Dianne's eyes opened wide as the whole length disappeared into her hungry mouth. She withdrew and rolled over onto her back and I descended to her hot smooth center and slipped my serpents tongue well into her cunt. She bucked up hard when I touched her clit and had a fine orgasm. I decided the time had come to give Camille what she had come for so I crawled forward and slowly entered her tiny, bald hole.

She pushed up to meet my entrance and hissed her approval, "That's so good, Tall, go deep. Go all the way in and fill me with your seed."

I would not deny her today. I went all the way to the bottom and stayed there for a minute or more. She made soft mewling sounds in her throat each time I'd withdraw slightly and return to her depths. She held herself tightly clenched around my invading member and the sensation was awesome. She experienced three or four hard orgasms as I continued to slowly hump into her. We fucked like this for a long time.

Dianne moved all around the bed with the camera, recording our activities from every angle. Camille and I remained immune to Dianne's presence in the room, due to the mutual intensity of our lovemaking.

Camille had wrapped her legs around me and locked her heels behind my back. She writhed under me, seeking to totally consume me within her being. Our breath came in great gasps, and we had begun to perspire now. My body moved against hers with virtually no friction. Her black hair was scattered all over the pillow and her eyes remained closed as I continued to force myself even deeper into her smoldering sleeve. I felt her cervix with each thrust and she acknowledged each contact with a sharp intake of breath.

My climax was building, deep down inside. We'd been fucking for a very long time and I was sure I would send a great torrent of semen deep into her womb when I arrived. She reached another orgasm, this time more severe than the others and remained rigid much longer beneath me.

"Tall," she breathed my name, "you gotta cum soon. I have to feel your wetness inside my pussy, Cool. Please hurry and fill my pussy up, please," she begged.

I hammered into her with renewed resolve and soon I felt the trembling in my loins. I pushed in all the way to the limit with each thrust. When I exploded, I sent waves of molten cum deep into her womb. It splashed from her clasping hole and smeared us both with our mixed fluids. She reached her final orgasm just as I started to fill her and she clung to me pulling me in with her arms and legs with such strength that I could no longer move in or out. I remained fully imbedded in her milking pussy, until she relaxed and released me from her steel tight grip.

As we lay together, I again became aware of Dianne in the room with us. Camille was as yet, uncomprehending. Dianne's face was flushed. She switched the camcorder off and brought me a washcloth from the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed and wiped Camille's face and then mine. She looked at me and said softly, "That was positively intense."

"She's an intense lover," I whispered, still unable to generate enough power to speak out loud.

Dianne brushed the hair out of my eyes and went back to the bathroom to freshen the washcloth and bring a towel. She knelt next to the bed and licked my now totally deflated cock clean. She then gently wiped Camille's pussy with the warm cloth and dried her.

I felt the need of the bathroom, and crawled off the bed. I turned the water on to fill the Jacuzzi tub, and stepped up to the bowl to pee. Dianne had followed me and reached around me just as I started to go and whispered in my ear, "Let me hold it for you, Cool. I love watching a man piss." She took me in her hand and held me while I let the yellow liquid stream into the bowl.

"You must think I'm really a sick bitch," she said when I had finished. "But, I want you to do that all over me, Tall. Tomorrow night, I want you and daddy to both piss all over my face and tits, and straight on my clit. I get so fucking hot, I can cum without touching myself."

"You are a kinky little slut, ain't you?" I said.

"Kinky ain't but only the beginning," Camille remarked from behind us as she shut the water off on the tub. "There are adjectives to describe our sexy big sister here that haven't as yet been created. Am I correct, My Sweet Sexy Sister?"

"Gold star for our mother-to be," Dianne answered. "I have enjoyed every disgusting, perverted sexual act you can think of and want to do it all again as often as I can find someone to do it with me. I might be a freak but, I don't push anything on anybody that's not willing."

"I know, Baby," Camille soothed, "I was just kidding. We love you and we're both just as committed to weird sex as you are. Christ, look at me, I'm trying to have my brother's baby, on purpose. How fucked up is this?"

I motioned to the bubbling Jacuzzi and we all climbed in and settled into the hot water. I looked at Camille and then at Dianne and said, "You're not fucked up, Camille. You want something very badly and have set your sails to get it. You want to find a quiet lagoon to anchor in and plan your next journey. Dianne is sailing in a gale, but her coarse is steady and true. She is an adventuress and requires massive doses of excitement to keep her ship ahead of the wind. We are all embroiled in our own sexual fantasies and desires. Both of you are older than me and have drifted in currents I have yet to discover, but you're both here and able to talk about all these things with me. And neither of you are ashamed of the crazy things you've done, or the crazy things you want to do. Most people would view this family as a little deviated from the normal. Bull squash, every body would think we are disgusting if they knew what goes on around here. I don't care. I've been getting so much pussy, and I don't want that to ever stop. Besides, I think it's kinda cool you'd want me be the father of your kid."

We luxuriated in the roiling water and Dianne was lazily rubbing her tits. Her nipples had grown hard and swollen, and the areolas had darkened visibly. She spoke softly, "You're right, Tall. We aren't any sicker than any of the rest of them. There's just more of us tossed together here. Tomorrow night should be wild."

"Oh my God yes," Camille breathed, "I can't wait. Who all is coming?"

"Well," I had to think a minute then listed every body that we had invited. "There should be the three of us, of coarse, and dad and Jan, Louise, Dennis and Gail and Chrissie, Helen and Karen, and Marie. That's twelve all together. Three guys and nine dripping, drop dead gorgeous, hot women. All erotically dressed and ready for action, I'm getting hard just thinking about it."

We all laughed and Camille said, "Thanks for understanding where I'm coming from. I just need you guys, right now."

I cuddled her to me and kissed her. Dianne slid against her from the other side and her hand dipped beneath the water and found the juncture of Camille's thighs. I couldn't see but I reckoned she pushed her fingers into Camille's pussy because she sucked in her breath and stiffened. "I'm still on fire from Tall," she gasped. "I have never been fucked like that before. I've had bigger cocks, but nobody has ever gone that deep into me."

"You've learned well, Little Brother," Dianne remarked as she reached for my dick. "I want this again tonight, in my ass hole."

"Oh, you bad girl," Camille scolded, "You're such a slut."

"Just like you, Brown Sugar," Dianne jibed back at her. "You don't want him in your ass?"

"Of coarse I do, but not tonight. I'll watch him ream you, and I'll run the camera," Camille said. "But I want to see him coat you sweet face with his jizz, so I can lick it all off."

"Which one of you said you was the slut?" I asked.

We laughed and I pulled the plug on the tub and we crawled out, dried off and I suddenly got thirsty. We went into the studio and mixed a round of drinks. Camille brought the camcorder and fired cigarette, she was radiant. "You will, of coarse, have to quit smoking if you're going to have my baby. Camille looked at me then her cigarette. She stubbed it out in the ashtray and said, "I have."

Dianne shot me a thumbs-up. I walked over to Camille and kissed her. "I love you," I said. "You're going to have a gorgeous baby."

"Fuck Dianne's ass hole," Camille commanded, "and cum on her face. I'm craving some action here, so lets get the show rolling."

We all laughed and raised our glassed in a toast. "To crazy sex," I toasted.

"With all the trimmings," Camille added.

"And just gobs and gobs of sticky sperm," Dianne concluded.

We drank to ourselves and Dianne dropped to her knees and I buried my raging cock deep in her mouth. She slathered me 'til I was dripping with her saliva. She stood and crossed over to the sofa and draped herself over the back of it. I walked up behind her and leaned over and ran my tongue over her tight sphincter, to moisten her. I stood and guided my pulsing erection to her exposed orifice and pushed forward. My thick purple cock head slipped easily into her and I simply leaned forward. Camille had the camera trained on my disappearing cock and she moaned as I sank deep into Dianne.

I looked at Camille and said, "Keep reminding me which one of you is the slut, I keep forgetting."

"Just fuck me," Dianne wailed. "I want that big sausage all the way in."

Not being the one to spoil a party, I stepped closer and gave my embedded cock another push. It went all the way in, to the root. "Oh, Jesus yes," she hissed now slow me you really mean it, Tall. Treat me like the wicked bitch I am."

I withdrew a couple of inches and raised my hand and brought it firmly down against her bare ass cheek with a resounding SMACK.

"OOOOHHHH! GAWD!" she yelped as I smashed back into her.

A bright red handprint quickly appeared on her buttocks. I withdrew and SMACK, I brought my other hand down on the other side.

"MMMMPPPHHH!" she howled. I crushed her forward against the back of the couch.

Camille captured the scene, as it unfolded, with the camcorder. She stayed close and I was sure the close-ups would be vivid. Dianne's clit was in constant contact with the back of the sofa and she was cumming continuously as I ploughed her hot ass hole.

The tightness of Dianne's clenching hole, and the evening's earlier activities, had caused me a little irritation, which was bringing me rapidly toward a huge finish. Dianne crashed into another blinding orgasm and her extra movement took me over the line.

I pulled out of her sloppy bottom and cried, "NOW, I'M CUMMING NOW."

Dianne flopped over and her ass sank to the floor. I leaned forward and put one hand on the back of the sofa and jacked myself off with the other. I came, with a thud. I stretched up high on my tiptoes and painted her face and hair in a flood of sticky white slop. She was sloshed with it. It ran down and dripped off her chin onto her great erect nipples. Her open mouth found my empty cock and she sucked it in. The sensation of her mouth on my sensitive cock nearly caused me to loose consciousness. My legs were about to buckle so I leaned against the sofa and Camille handed me the camera, and went to Dianne and covered her face with kisses and smeared my sauce all over both of their faces. I watched, through the camera, as they proceeded to preen one another like kittens. Camille's darker skin contrasted dramatically with Dianne's milky white complexion. The whole scene was insanely carnal. I loved it.

My spent prick hung limply down between my legs. A long silvery thread of after cum hung down between my knees. Camille leaned over and caught it with her darting tongue just before it detached itself and became lost on the floor.

"We don't want to waste any," she stated.

I smiled and rolled over onto the couch. Camille came around and softly mouthed my soft member again. "You're spectacular, Tall, just spectacular."

I watched as Dianne's smiling face appeared over the back of the sofa. She laced her fingers together and rested her chin on her hands, elbows outstretched. "You've got a lot of power there, Tall," Dianne said. "I'm drained."

"No foolin', Blondie," I breathed, "I'm down about a quart myself, and it's all in the two of you."

Camille's hinges came loose and she rolled on the floor with laughter. Dianne and I both joined her and we howled until our sides hurt. "You don't miss anything, do you?" she squeaked.

"Nary a lick," I answered, and the laughter continued.

I finally regained my composure and suggested a shower and bed, TO SLEEP.

We showered together and after the girls did their hair and whatever, we all crawled into my king sized waterbed, and crashed. My last thought, before I relented to the sandman was; 'This can't be happening to me.'

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I felt the movement on the bed, and became aware of the muffled moans beside me. I opened my eyes and searched the darkness. I felt the bed move again and heard the soft moaning. Awake now, I realized it was Dianne and Camille next to me. I sat up and found the switch for the lamp on the nightstand. The dim light illuminated the bed and I found my sisters, engaged in a sixty-nine on the bed next to me. They were lying on their sides, Camille facing the foot with her beautiful creamy brown ass right in front of me. Both were unaware of my being awake and continued to eagerly eat each other out. I observed for a long time. Having each reached a satisfying orgasm, they rolled apart and Dianne noticed me sitting there watching.

"Enjoying yourself?" Dianne asked.

"Most definitely," I answered, "y'all are something to see."

Camille turned around, "I'd blush, but you couldn't tell. I'm too black."

"I might not be able to tell if you're blushing," I said, "but I wouldn't say you're too black. I'd be more apt to say, maple syrup don't blush, Honey, it stays sweet all the time. And you're looking good too, by the way, Miss Milk Toast, I would notice if you blushed."




In The Beginning Ch. 20



Dianne flipped me the bird and said, "Eat me."

"What? So soon, again," I asked, "You just got done." Again, the bird.

I laughed and lay back down on the pillow. Dianne hopped over and I had one of my sisters on each side. Dianne switched the light off and we went back to sleep. My last thought was; 'This IS happening to me.'

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The next time I woke up, I was alone in the bed. Louise had brought my coffee, and set it on the nightstand. I say up, carefully tested the coffee for temperature, and sipped the pungent liquid. Louise had turned the lights on in the waterfall, and the pump was sending the water up and over the rockslide.

"Good morning, My Queen," I said.

"My King speaks," she looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "You look a little wan, My King. Rough night?"

"What do you think?" I asked in return.

"The girls are up, they look positively radiant. They've collected Helen and Karen, and are on the way to the beauty parlor to get their hair do's for tonight," she said. "And yes, I'd think you might have had a rough night, last night. But, it ain't nothin' like tonight's gonna be, Sport. Mark my old black words, you gonna catch a lotta hell tonight."

"Louise, I love you. But please, some day will you explain all of this to me?" I whined.

"Tall Cool, enjoy the moment. Men all over the world have dreams about this kinda shit, you're livin' it. Don't worry so much, have fun. Go piss, your hard on will go away." She howled.

I looked down and decided to go piss. My dick has been hard so much, lately, I just didn't notice anymore. It really did need a few minutes to relax.

When I returned to my bedroom, Louise was sitting in my chair watching the fish. I crossed and sat on the bed and drank my coffee. I spoke first. "Camille tells me she wants to come back to the Islands Estates, for a while. She mention that to you?"

"She did. You okay with that?" she asked back.

"Absolutely." I said.

"She ask you about having a kid?" Louise asked very quietly.

"Yes, she did."

"What'd you say?"

"We made love, really good. How you feel about that?" I asked.

"I feel just fine about it. There'll just be the three of us, you know, 'til the baby comes," she said.

"Maybe Marie too, upstairs in Dianne's old place. You cool with that?" I asked.

"You in love with her?" she asked.

"Nope, she's just a friend of ours and needs help. Besides, she fucks almost as good as you do. I'd be dumb to pass on that, don't you think?" I said.

"I'd have to agree. You're getting a lot o' pussy, these days. You're a lucky man," she stated.

"You're still my best girl, Lou." I said.

"You want a blowjob?" she asked.

"I'd better pass on that, and save myself for tonight. From what you say, I'm doomed." I answered.

"Smart man. You're not doomed, just popular," she said and rose to leave. "I love you too, Tall."

Louise went back upstairs and I started to get dressed when she called back down to inform me she had just let Roger Syvertson, the electrician, in through the back gate. I finished dressing in a hurry and met him out on the back drive. He pulled up in a monstrous Dodge, Power Wagon, 4X4, pick-up. He backed up to the basement overhead door and climbed out on the running board. These little 'Bandy Rooster' type guys always gotta have a monster mudslinger, to make up for their size. He waved and jumped to the ground and disappeared behind the truck.

"Damn, Rog," I asked, "your truck big enough to haul your tools in?"

"Hell no, I wish it was three feet higher," he hollered.

I opened the overhead door and he dropped the tailgate down and crawled up the bumper into the back of the truck. He started to position his toolboxes along the back of the truck. I lowered them to the ground and went inside to get a handcart. Soon we had all of his tools located just where he wanted them and we went in to take a closer look at the room we wanted to convert into the studio.

We came to a decision on the location of our control room, which will be close to the electrical panel for ease of installation. I also mentioned Camille's being an architect to him and he thought we should sit down with her and get her opinions on possible new sound deadening materials and structural design for the control booth. I brought us each a cup of coffee down from upstairs and we chatted about the camcorders and some of the other equipment and I came up with the idea that due to the fact he was single, he might like to join us for dinner tonight and do some photography work during our little orgy.

He seemed a bit tentative at first but warmed to the idea when I mentioned he might get lucky and get his brains fucked silly. I told him about the mode of dress for dinner and said I'd find him something exotic if he needed me to. He assured me he was fine for clothes and would be here around eight o'clock. We finished our conversation and he departed.

I went upstairs and told Louise I'd found us a cameraman for tonight and she shook her head and chuckled, "You gonna scare that boys' socks slap off. You turn them hot bitches loose on him, they'll surely eat him alive." She placed her hands on her hips and let out with uproarious laughter. I saw the humor and decided; she was absolutely right, they would tear him up. I loved the idea and vowed to run the camera myself during his indoctrination in The War Room.

Janice strolled into the room, bare breasted, as usual and asked Louise if there was anything she could do to help with the dinner plans. "Hi, Cool, how was your evening with the girls?" she asked me.

"Arduous," I replied, "but oh, so satisfying. They kept me hopping."

She giggled and said, "Wait 'til tonight, Papita, it's gonna be wild."

I rolled my eyes and asked Louise, "You coming to the school?"

"Jan and I are staying here to get the dinner ready so as not to delay the other planned activities. Your father has gone to Daytona, with Dan Holiday to pick up something for me," she answered.

I raised an eyebrow and she gave me the raised shoulders and palms up treatment, which meant it was a 'Lovely wait and see'. So, I guess I'd have to wait for his imminent return.

I was getting anxious for things to start happening, and the day was dragging. The phone rang, Louise answered and handed me the phone. "Hello, Stud Muffin," Marie Stone drooled into the phone.

That's all it takes, sometimes, to start the adrenalin flowing, a voice bathed in molasses. "Hi there," I answered into the phone, delighted to hear her voice, "what's cookin', good lookin'?"

"Sounds like the words to a country song," she sang into the receiver. "You going to be there for an hour or so? I'd like to bring the keyboards over now and the Moog synthesizer tonight, if that's all right?"

"I'm here 'til 3:30 and then it's off to the school," I told her.

"I'm on my way, see you in thirty minutes or so." Click, she was gone.

She sounded cheerful on the phone, I was hopeful for her. I helped myself to a sandwich and went downstairs to open the gate for Marie and eat my Dagwood. Exactly twenty-seven minutes after our conversation had ended, her silver Buick rolled to a stop next to my chair on the driveway. Her long, shapely legs unfolded out of the car and she stood before me in a pair of red satin hot pants and a blue tank top, and sneakers. And a ponytail.

"Hi, Virgil," she cooed, "give me a hand with the keys, Baby Doll."

I helped her pull a huge double keyboard from the back seat, and a single deck from the trunk. Her metal tube stands were also in the trunk and she immediately went to setting them up as I carried each piece into the studio. In just a few minutes, she was plugged into my amplifier and had sounds coming from each of them.

"I'll bring my power amps tonight, with the Moog, and I won't need to use your amps," she said.

She sat on her little rolling bench and played a few riffs on each keyboard, constantly changing the settings, or stops as keyboardists call them, to make a multitude of different sounds. I reached for my new Gretch, and plugged in to another amp and ran a quick tune on my tuner and kicked off a Ventures, tune called, Walk, Don't Run. The room suddenly filled with percussion as she hit a toggle on her console that started a synthetic drumbeat and she fell in on the second measure and never missed a note or a turn around. We finished the tune on exactly the same note and she cued the drums for a downbeat and we did a third turnaround and another chorus and ended on a final crescendo of the drums, guitar and keys. My balls were tight, and the little hairs on the back of my neck were standing straight up.

"No fuckin' way, Marie," I whispered, "you can't possibly be that good."

"Oh yes, my young friend," she purred, "how about this one?" And she hit the drum switch and her fingers flew across the ivory as she kicked off Bumble Boogie. I jumped in and we jammed for almost thirty minutes on all sorts of instrumental goodies. This woman was not only a sex kitten; she could burn the ivory with the best of them. My world had just changed.

"I'm too young to marry you," I said, "so how'd you like to just fool around for a few years and lets make us a mess of music."

"As long as I don't have to have your children," she laughed.

"No sweat, Marie," I replied, "I already have someone that wants to do that."

She chuckled and said, "Yeah, Dianne told me. You and Camille will make lovely children."

'I have no fucking secrets,' I thought.

"Gotta run," she stated, "Hair job first, then I'll see you at school." She walked over to me and kissed me, hard.

"You gonna fuck me tonight?" she asked.

"Dumb question. You sure you don't have blond roots?" I answered.

"Nope, pussy hair is brown too, you've seen it too many times," she giggled. "Do I ever have a surprise for Louise."

She turned and was gone. I had a hard-on. 

I reached over on the sound console and rewound the tape I had switched on when Marie had started playing. We sounded like four pieces playing on the tape. I glanced up and saw Dennis' pickup pull up, down by the boathouse. I jumped up and yelled out the door for him to walk up and listen to the tape. Denny entered the studio just as I had finished rewinding the tape. I hit play and asked him, "Who do you think this is?"

"It's you on guitar, you got a drummer, and keys, and a bass player. Bass player's laying back though," he said. "Who you playing with?"

"What's it need?" I asked

"Me singing, and playing bass, or rhythm guitar. The drummer sounds like a damn machine, he doesn't miss a beat," he answered. "Who is it?"

"Well, you're right, it does need you singing, and playing either bass or guitar, and yes, the drummer is a machine. That, my fine feathered friend, is Marie Stone on those electronic keys over there," I told him. "It's got one of those synthetic percussion gizmos on it. She also has one of those Moog, synthesizers and her own amps."

"I'll go back on bass and we can work without a drummer. She's got some fine moves, Cool," he said.

"Guess what else, Sport," I said

"What?"

"She's going to be here tonight."

"Naked?"

"Yup, naked, and horny. Interested?" I asked.

"Fuck me, I'm dreaming, Cool, you're serious." He had a far away expression on his face.

"Dead on balls, serious, my friend. You might just get lucky." I deviled him.

"If I do, promise me you'll deliver me from my coma," he quipped.

"I will deliver," I promised. "Now go get ready for graduation. I'll see you at school."

I showered and decided to wear a coat and tie for the commencement. I dressed and headed up the stairs and told Louise that I was on my way. She hugged and rubbed all over me and told me how proud she was of me and wished me luck. I escaped, finally and rushed for my car and headed for Flagler. I had just pulled out onto A-1-A and headed south when a beautiful emerald green customized Chevy Nomad Wagon came past from the south. It looked like dad driving but I knew it wouldn't be him in a rig like that. I dismissed the thought and marveled at the wild paint job I had just seen.

I arrived at the auditorium and did my usual rounds of greetings of everyone in sight. It was still over an hour and a half until the ceremony so I decided to find a soda machine. I went out into the students break area and coined a soda from one of the machines and was taking a sip when Gail strolled up to me.

"Hi, Cool," she smiled. "What are we supposed to wear to this party tonight?"

"Well," I kind of stammered because I figured Denny had failed to properly explain things to the girls. "You see, Gail, it's going to be an orgy."

"Like with a bunch of us all fucking each other?" she asked.

"Yeah, like that, and a lot of other things, too." I tried my best to clue her in. "So, wear some sexy underwear, or a sexy nighty, you know. Something you'd like to get fucked in."

"How about leather or latex?" she asked.

"You're right on track, Sweetie," I answered. "You look great, Gail. Congratulations on being accepted to Vassar."

"Thanks, Cool. What are your plans?"

"Music, I have a project we're starting at the house and I've made arrangements to work with a couple of new musicians. I'm really excited," I said.

"Can we go out once before I leave for school?" she asked. "I'd like to spend a little time with you alone, just once before I leave."

"Sure, Gail, lets take my boat down the waterway some evening. It's always pretty on the river." I watched her eyes light up.

"Ooh, I'd like that," she said.

We were interrupted by some other friends, as the crowd started to pick up and soon we were surrounded by a bunch of seniors, all talking at the same time. I excused myself from Gail and squeezed back into the auditorium and searched for my family. Failing to locate them, I spotted Marie and Mr. Hanson, close by, and walked over to say hi. Marie extended her hand and I lifted it to my lips and kissed her on the back of it.

"Always the gentleman, eh Mr. Ellis?" Mr. Hanson asked.

"I try, Sir, especially with someone as beautiful as Ms. Stone," I answered.

"Ah, yes," he said and wandered away.

Marie leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "He's got a hard on."

I glanced at him and said, "So he does."

We both giggled and I looked her over from head to toe. If I looked much longer, I get hard too. She was a vision. "I hope you're ready for tonight," I said. "You're going to get a lot of attention from a few people I know. Who knows, your virtue might be at stake."

"I hope so, I've got butterflies. I can't wait until you see Louise's surprise," she said.

Again with the surprises, and the butterflies. She was dressed in a flowing peach dress that hugged her tightly on top and flared out into a fluffy short skirt, long sleeves, turtleneck, and no back. Diamonds and white hose and white pumps, with her hair piled high, completed her attire. If I looked any longer, or harder, I too would have a woody. She waved across the room and I turned to see my ante rouge crossing the room. Marie rushed out to meet them and I waited until all the hugging and kissing had subsided and they wandered over in my direction.

Six gorgeous women soon surrounded me, Dianne and Camille, Marie, Chrissie, Helen and Karen. Each of them dressed to the nines. and decked out with the latest hair fashions and dripping in bright sparkling jewelry. And they all smelled good too. We were drawing the stares and appreciation of most of the men in the room. I led the ladies to the area where we had been assigned their seats and told them I'd see them after the program. I walked away and received a round of applause from some of the guys and I took a little bow and hustled my butt out of there before I took any more ribbing.

The program started and we sat through the long dissertations be the principal, and school board superintendent. Then the valedictorian and salutatorian each had a few words to say. National Honor Society recipient's names were read and when it came to special presentations, yours truly Mr. Virgil 'The Tall Cool One' Ellis, was voted 'Most Likely To Succeed'. 

I thought to my self, 'I'm nineteen years old, have about thirty million bucks in cash assets, a twenty million dollar homestead and a '56 Crown Victoria. I might just make it after all. Provided I don't piss it away on women.' I fully intended to spend money on women. I thanked everybody and quickly sat back down,

The school band started playing Pomp And Circumstance and we began the long march for our diplomas. We returned to our seats and received some final parting words and The Flagler High School Class Of 1963 was turned loose to ravage the world.

I bolted from the room, turned in my cap and gown and sprinted for the parking lot. I was the second car to make the turn north on A-1-A, in a flurry of spinning tires and blue smoke. I cruised home and felt like I had the world at my fingers. I was going to let my fingers be my guide. The plan became clear in my mind, as I was standing on the stage waiting for my diploma. I am already a successful musician. Now I want to form a really successful band and share all the music inside of me with the whole world. Let me at 'em.

I drove into the side gate and parked. I went inside and called up to Louise and asked if I needed to do anything. She said, "No, just get sexy and be ready to meet the others in the den at 8:00 sharp. Roger called and said he would be there a few minutes early to get the cameras ready." As I hung up the phone, I heard him call in through the door.

"Hi, Guy. Congratulations on graduating," he shook my hand. "Where can I change?"

I pointed him in the direction of my bedroom and said, "This might get a little freaky later. I hope you don't mind strong sex."

"I'll try and bear up. I've been out of circulation for a few years since my divorce," he said. "How's this?"

He held up a tiny leather nut hugger, and thong sandals. "That it?" I asked.

"Yup."

"That's right in the spirit of it," I said.

I took off my suit and located a soft leather loincloth and moccasins, which were to be my costume for the evening and watched as Roger dropped his pants and shorts. I had to whistle when he turned and I saw his package. He was hung like Mr. Ed. I'm almost nine inches hard and pretty thick. This guy was eight inches soft and I was sure I saw a Louisville Slugger label stamped on the side. Damn little guys always gotta have something big to make of for being short.

"You sure you're going to get all that in the nut sack?" I asked.

"Well, it might not all stay, but we'll start with him all tucked in there," he laughed. 

We suited up and went into the studio and were in the process of sucking a beer down when Dennis walked in wearing a pair of red genie pantaloons and a turban. He helped himself to a beer and dad joined us a few minutes later wearing a paisley silk smoking jacket and slippers. He, too, helped himself to a beer and we all chatted about the nice graduation program. I asked when dad got there and he told us he was a little late and had to stand in the back but was proud of my being selected to succeed.

"Thanks, was there ever a question?" I asked.

"Not so's you would notice," Denny jumped in and we all laughed.

"Oh, by the way," dad said, "Louise has a little gift for you upstairs and I think she wants to make a big deal out of giving it to you. So act grateful when she acts like your mother."

"She is my mother, now. Even if I do jump her bones on a regular basis," I responded.

We all chuckled and were about to have another beer when Louise called down and instructed us to meet them in the den, PRONTO! 

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Being the responsive and obedient crew that we were, we made for the stairway to the hallway by the den and made our grand entrance into the den with haste. A more stunning array of woman flesh was not to be found anywhere on the planet this night.




In The Beginning Ch. 20



The den was aglow with candlelight. Nine luscious, provocatively dressed, sex goddesses lounged casually around the room. Sparkling wine had been poured into long stemmed crystal flutes and we were each presented with one as we entered. The ladies had gone to the limit with their attire. Marie in white crotch-less panties and a long flowing gown, Louise in a pastel blue latex, dominatrix style corset, Jan was dressed in a French maids apron, obviously not wearing panties.

Helen and Karen wore transparent gold bras and garters and hose with gold stiletto heels and a gold bow tie. Gail wore a red latex demi-bra with red latex garter and hose and Chrissie, a long blue chiffon peignoir and a smile. She was very shy. Camille wore a silver boa and heels. Dianne, on the other hand, exhibited a black leather corset, that had 1/2 cups, a black leather garter belt and black hose and black leather calf high spiked heel boots. Dianne was ready to do business.

Let me just mention here what happens when you bring four horny males into a room containing nine scantily clad, drop-dead, knock-out sexy, females. Two things. First, four dicks look around the room and if they have any sensitivity at all, they start to stand up and be noticed. Secondly, when the nine pussies see the four dicks start to react, they start getting moist.

I can't speak for anyone else in the room, but my dick started to get hard, quick. I was standing before nine hot women, that all wanted to feel my cock inside of them. I'm sure they also wanted the other three as well, but I was still a little awestruck.


Louise was the first to speak, "To my Tall Cool One, and to Dennis, and Gail," she held her glass up in a toast, "May you catch the world by the tail and shake everything it has to offer you out of it."

All present raised their glasses and said, "Here, Here."

We drank to us.

Louise jumped up and stated, "Anybody throws the crystal in the fireplace, I'll crown ya." And shook her fist in the air. We all laughed and the party had begun.

"Next order of business here," Louise continued, " y'all can head into the dining room and Janice will seat you, I need Tall in the kitchen for a minute.

We went to the kitchen and Louise whirled to face me. "I got you something for graduation. I saw it, I liked it, I bought it and you better like it." She stood with her fists on her hips. Her huge black nipples pointed directly at me over the top of her corset.

I stepped up to her and lashed each nipple with my tongue and smiled into her eyes. "I like anything you have for me."

She led the way out to the garage and there sat the green custom '55 Chevy, Nomad Wagon I had seen when I left for the school. It was spectacular.

The whole car was painted metal-flake emerald green, with orange and red flames coming off the front and sweeping back across the hood and down the sides. It had Mickey Thompson raised letter, wide boot tires and Keystone magnesium wheels, and a green and cream rolled and pleated naugahide interior, with green carpeting on the floor. I later learned it carried a 3/4 race '62 model, 327 inch engine that had been stroked to 302 inches, Hooker headers, Edlebrock high-rise manifold with two 600 cfm Holly 4 barrels, Mallory ignition, 4 speed close ratio transmission with a Hurst pos-I-shifter, and .411 posi-traction rear end. Tinted windows and Lakes pipes finished the package. Very nice car.

"The seats in back lay down," Louise stated, "and I'll be the first piece of pussy you get back there. Do I make myself clear?"

"Lets go, Sugar," I said and she howled.

I climbed behind the wheel to get the feel of the car. It was fantastic. I climbed out and cuddled Louise in my arms and kissed her deeply. "You'll have to tell me the whole story behind the car," I said. "But, our guests are probably wondering where we are."

"No we're not," came a chorus from behind us. 

"We'll put dinner on the table, y'all come on in when your ready," Jan announced and they all disappeared.

I dropped the tailgate on the wagon and I guided Louise to sit on it. I laid her back and knelt between her legs and ate her delicious black pussy until she had a shattering orgasm. "I'll need you again later to christen it properly, that's just to say thanks for the gift," I said and helped her stand. Her inner thighs were shiny with her vaginal fluids and I slid my hand between her legs as I followed her into the house and made an animated gesture of licking my fingers. Louise scowled at me and then turned and kissed me just before we entered the dining room.

Camille giggled and pointed at Louise, and handed her a napkin as she took her seat. I watched as the napkin disappeared beneath the table. My whole family is strange, but totally consumed with sex.

Jan hovered around the table filling glasses with wine and helping to pass food. Each time she got close enough, dad would slip his hand under her apron and fondle her wet cunt. Denny and Chrissie were naturally very self conscious, of the activities going on around the table, but I did see her stiffen once when Denny slipped his fingers into her pussy when he thought no one was looking. Dianne and Helen were obviously frigging each other constantly throughout the whole meal and Gail and Marie seemed to be deeply involved in conversation. Roger ate quickly and busied himself with the camcorder. His enormous cock stretched his tiny nut-hugger to the absolute limit and when he passed close to Helen and Dianne, Helen reached out and pulled the cloth aside releasing his throbbing prick. His monster meat raced skyward and stood at rigid attention. The room became very quiet as Dianne leaned toward him and engulfed him with her pink lips. He groaned as she took him deep. She leaned back and his dick popped free and slapped against his stomach with a loud smack.

Helen circled her fingers around him and announced to the room, "I'll require this in my pussy, SOON!" She received a round of applause from all those present. 

The wine was having the desired effect on everyone and the meal was about over. Marie stood and declared that she had something to show Louise. She walked around the table to Louise and stood with her pussy just inches from the black woman's face. She took her fingers and spread the opening of her crotch-less panties wide apart exposing, for all to see, her 'beaver' neatly trimmed into the shape of a heart. Louise shrieked with laughter and exclaimed, "You remember from so long ago. Do you remember what I did to you the last time?"

"I sure do," Marie answered.

Louise reached up and inserted two fingers into her cunt and pushed them in as far as they would go. Marie sucked in her breath and Louise buried her face in her crotch and lashed out with her tongue. Marie grabbed Louise by the head and pulled her face hard against her oozing slit. Louise sucked the juices from Marie for all she was worth, as she reached a thumping orgasm. We all watched on, and cheered.

The party was warming up and I noticed Camille wiggling her finger for me to follow her. We left the room and moved into the den. Camille poured us another glass of wine and we settled into one of the big soft sofas. "Mama's so proud of your car," Camille said.

"It's just unbelievable," I replied. "I'm gonna have to do something really nice for her."

"We are going to do something nice for her," Camille assured me. "We're going to give her a grandchild to ruin."

I put my arm around her and hugged her tightly. I was building a large affection for my half-sister. She put her glass on the table and took mine away too. She leaned in and we embraced in a long wet kiss, her tongue searching. I felt her hand under my loincloth slowly start to slide up and down my erection.

Dianne and Helen entered the room with Roger in tow, carrying the camcorder and a wicked smile on his face. Dianne tripped the hidden mechanism under the mantle and the door to The War Room popped open. They disappeared through the door and Camille giggled, "Oops, he's in trouble. Dianne will want that club he's toting stuck in her ass before this night is through."

"I don't think he'll mind a bit," I commented as dad and Jan and Denny and Chrissie walked through to The War Room. Louise ushered Karen and Gail through the room.

Marie came into the den last and joined us on the couch. "Mind if I join you?" she asked.

"Please do," Camille patted the sofa next to her.

Marie found an ashtray and sat down. "Tall has instructed me to break my bad habit," Camille told Marie, "if I get pregnant."

"That's probably very good advice. I'll refrain if it bothers you," Marie said.

"No, you go right ahead, I'll have to learn to put up with it if I want to have a healthy kid." Camille was using very good judgment, I decided.

"How you like the big guy's tools?" Marie asked.

"Ooooh yaeh," Camille cooed, "fine tools. Enough to share, don't you think?"

"I think," Marie agreed and moved to the other side of me and joined Camille's stroking with her hand too. I was very hard and had been oozing pre-cum for some time. Marie dipped her head and licked Camille's fingers just as they came to the head of my prick. She retrieved the sticky substance from my leaking tip and offered her tongue to Camille who eagerly extended her tongue to share in the discovery. Now they exchanged a deep kiss and I reached up and cupped each of their tits, kneading them firmly. Both of them were very aroused and soon, two wild wanton women were mauling me.

Marie took me into her mouth as Camille moved between her legs, to lick her drenched cunt. I wanted to eat Camille's hot pastry, so we switched so I was in a sixty-nine with Camille and Marie was savagely attacking my ass hole with her tongue. Marie pushed me away from Camille and pulled her over on top of her so they were in a sixty-nine with Camille on the top. I crawled around behind Camille and entered her hot hole doggy style and started to fuck her seriously. Marie slashed my intruding cock with her tongue each time I thrust into Camille. Marie climaxed first from Camille's expert cunt lapping which brought Camille to her first bingo of the evening. Feeling her clamp down snuggly on my cock, brought me to the edge of euphoria, but I slowed and stayed my blast for a couple of minutes. I announced that I was there and Marie jammed her tongue into Camille's cunt along with my erupting cock and collected all the excess that leaked out.

I stayed implanted in Camille for several minutes and never lost a fraction of my erection. I heard Marie declare that it was her turn now and we uncoupled. I rolled over on my back and Marie straddled me without delay and mounted my slimy pole. She lowered herself down until she sat flat on my hips. She lay forward and I felt her suck air when Camille inserted a finger up her tiny rectum and pushed it firmly in. She began her ride and it intensified gradually until she was bouncing wildly on top of me. All the while, Camille held her fingers tightly pushed into her ass hole. Marie came in a crunching orgasm and lay still on top of me.

"I want your cum," she breathed, "on my face." 

We changed positions so I sat on the sofa with the Camille and Marie kneeling in front of me. They took turns sucking and stroking my hard prick until I launched a wad of cum into Marie's waiting face. I turned slightly and the second stream hit Camille squarely on the forehead. I alternated between the two of them until I had exhausted my load on to their upturned faces. I watched as they immediately went about licking my discharges from each other. I sat back and rested. I had just come twice inside of twenty minutes and I was almost breathless. The girls were aglow. They kissed and fondled while I rested. I mentioned to Marie that Camille was planning to return to Islands Estates, to live. Marie said, "In that case, I'll take you up on your offer, of the use of the upstairs apartment." Camille was most happy with the news and we all rested for a few more minutes before venturing into The War Room.

Upon entering The War Room, we witnessed the other ten participants engaged in every manner of sexual activity. Roger had given up on the camcorder. It was sitting on the tripod, recording dad, cuffed to the standing cross buck, with Louise sucking his cock and Jan fucking her from behind with a long strap-on dildo. Roger was flat on his back with Helen and Karen perched above him jerking off and shooting copious amounts of female ejaculate on his face and upper body. Dianne was riding his monster cock, facing his feet. Her lips were wrapped around Dennis long, skinny pole. Gail was strapped to the horse in the middle of the room and Chrissie was busy rimming her with a huge black vibrating dildo.

Marie went to one of the side cabinets and returned with a flat, leather paddle. She went over and cracked Janice on her exposed cheeks and she shrieked and surged forward into Louise causing her to jump forward taking dads prick all the way into her throat. Jan fell back and Marie stepped forward and smacked Louise across both cheeks with the paddle bringing a cry of joy from her. She whirled and Marie covered her mouth with a kiss and asked if Louise thought it was time to take care of the old man. Louise smirked and they turned him around and cranked him up just a bit higher. Louise took the paddle and swatted him twice and handed the weapon to Marie. Marie wielded the punishment from that point until Dianne came to relieve her of the paddle. 

Dianne ordered Marie to put on the dildo that Jan had been wearing, and get ready to use it on the old man. I watched as she stepped up behind him and Dianne guided the rubber dick into his ready hole. He roared like a bull at the first contact but started to make loud gurgling noises as she picked up the pace.

I grabbed the camera and started to record the action. After several minutes, Dianne released dad and kneeled down before him in a submissive posture with her head hanging low. Dad moved in front of her and stood, holding his cock pointed at the top of her head. We watched as a thin yellow stream of hot urine began to flow from his cock and splashed on her head. She slowly raised her head exposing her face to the ever-increasing flow, taking it squarely on her beautiful features. The yellow liquid flowed down from her face over her mammoth tits and ran down over her to puddle on the tile around her knees.

Dad beckoned for Denny to step up and he too showered Dianne with a torrent of warm piss. Marie was next and she spread her pussy lips wide and sent a steady stream of golden liquid cascading down the front of her friend. This is all very erotic but I thought it was a little bizarre. But then, who am I to question the wants and needs of others? I handed the camera to Louise and stepped in front of my kneeling sister and flooded her with my own scalding stream just as she had asked me to, yesterday. Jan went for a mop and bucket and returned to clean up the ocean of piss that had collected on the floor.

I smiled at Helen as Roger sank his 10 1/2" cock deep into her hot pussy. Roger was covered in woman cum and having a wonderful time with Helen. Karen lay spread-eagled on her back with Chrissie slurping her gushing pussy. Camille had remained distant from the happenings and I decided that maybe I should attend to her. I crossed over to her and asked if she was all right.

"It's all just a little more than I'm used to," she admitted. "I haven't really been exposed to this kind of group activity. But, it's okay, I'm all right. I want to be part of it all, so just give me a while to adjust."

I put my arms around her and kissed her. "No rush, Cammy, you play if you want to, or don't. I can appreciate how wild this all is. It hasn't been that long since I got involved and believe me, this is a strange family we have here."

I hugged her and we crossed the room to one of the loungers on the far side and we sat for a while and watched the others as they continued to fuck, suck and torment each other. Finally Louise came over and sat with us. She and Camille chatted quietly for several minutes and then Camille went down on Louise and ate her to a satisfying orgasm. Louise returned the favor and Camille seemed to relax and feel more at ease.

Dad came over and led Louise away by the hand and they disappeared from the room. They returned shortly with an ice bucket and a magnum of champagne. Dad popped the cork and poured us each a flute full of the bubbling liquid and toasted to 'The Graduates'. Again we raised our glasses and in unison said, "Here, Here."

Dad announced that he'd had enough fun and he and Janice and 'Young Gail' were going to his room to rest.

"Right," I said, "and you'll be green in the morning when the Martians bring you back."

Everybody laughed. Denny told everyone that he and Chrissie were heading for his apartment down by the dock, and they were gone. Helen came over and asked, "Do you mind if Karen and I steal little Roger from you?"

"He ain't so little," Camille pointed to his semi-hard cum cannon and burst out laughing. Louise and I joined in the laughter and Roger flipped me the bird and I waved them off. Louise, Camille and I remained sitting together on the lounger. Dianne and Marie were on the far side of the room on the carpeted floor frantically humping each other with a double ended dildo about as thick as my wrist. I elbowed Louise and pointed to the two grunting females. "Making up for lost time?" I asked.

"No, they're just fucking like they always do when they get together," Louise answered.

"Dianne fucks you real good," Camille, whispered, "real, damn, good."

Louise and I looked at each other. "Must be experience talking," I said.

Oh, yes," Camille breathed, "real, damn, good."

"So," Louise asked, "are you going to give me a ride in your new car, or not?"

"I'll ride you in the car, now. We can go for a ride in the morning." I answered with a grin.

"Y'all have fun," Camille said, "I'm going to bed."

"Let's go, Tiger," Louise commanded, "I want your dick in me."

We each kissed Camille and headed out into the garage. The tailgate of the Nomad was still open. I dropped the backseat down, which made the back of the car long enough to lie in. Louise was standing by the tailgate still in her latex corset. I walked up behind her and unsnapped the hooks that held the garment together in the back. And removed it from around her. Her huge black tits swung free. She cupped her hands under her ripe melons and rubbed them. "The corset is not the most comfortable thing in the world to wear," she commented.

Her coal black areolas were enlarged, from the friction of the corset and her large nipples were distended. I sat on the tailgate and pulled her between my legs. She leaned close and I sucked on her stiff nipples, first one then the other, then back again. She held my head in her hands. I gave each of her great soft tits a thorough workout. Her moans gave testament to her pleasure. After many minutes, she pushed back any lowered herself to her knees. She swallowed my cock. Louise gives head like no one else. The way she takes me deep into her throat causes sensations I have never felt from any another woman. Her throat seems to move up and down my cock, without her head moving. Incredible.

"Get in the car, Lou," I whispered, "I want to taste you."

We uncoupled and she crawled into the back of the car. I followed her in and dove between her wide spread thighs. She was drenched. "Ain't been no human cock in there, tonight," she breathed. "Only Dianne's dildo."

"Never fear, My Ebony Queen, your king is going to hold court way up inside of you." I spoke into her wet hole and continued to swab her with my tongue.

She came twice before I slid my dick into her. Her breath was ragged and we both were sweating profusely due to the temperature in the back of the Nomad. I entered her gently and we eased into a steady fucking rhythm. We locked our lips together and played tongue tag for a long time. I had come a bunch earlier and it took a while for the feeling of completion to build in me. Louise languished in the long screwing she was getting. Her climaxes grew in intensity and just as I was preparing to fill her to overflowing with jizz, she slammed into a gut wrenching orgasm. Seconds later I unloaded a torrent of fuck juice into her clasping pussy.